I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 422 - 422 421. Third Essence Extraction_1

Chapter 422: 421. Third Essence Extraction_1 Chapter 422: 421. Third Essence Extraction_1 The moment he clicked on “Confirm,” the three materials immediately began to change.

The pale, cold heart suddenly began to beat, resonating with Lu Ban’s heartbeat, spreading frost onto his arm, encasing his entire person in ice.

The ancient thread-bound book suddenly flipped open without a breeze, to a few pages, where the words seemed to come to life, jumping off the pages, lining up in formation, and leaping onto Lu Ban’s body.

The words entered Lu Ban’s ice-bound body, burrowing into his skin, flowing into his veins, and engraving into his marrow, bringing excruciating pain.

However, this pain was partly diluted by the ice, but what was even more torturous was his brain.

In Lu Ban’s vision, countless images flowed.

Running Winter Wolves, Glass Flowers blooming in the mud, charred corpses on the attic, death, despair, and madness deeper than the despair of death spun and leapt above Lu Ban’s cerebral cortex.

Lu Ban could not even close his eyes.

At this moment, the last amulet emitted light.

The light was soft and warm, easing the coldness on Lu Ban’s body, bringing him a surge of warmth throughout his body, soaking into his flesh and blood, making his entire being peaceful and calm.

He closed his eyes, and his heart, the book, and the amulet all turned into flowing light, merging into his body.

Finally, everything returned to serenity, and Lu Ban opened his eyes.

Countless pieces of knowledge flowed into Lu Ban’s brain, altering its deep structures, and he materialized “Testament.”

It was visible that this revolver had gained some complex inscriptions on its surface and its overall shape had become thicker and more substantial, looking more like a hand cannon.

With a mere thought, the structure of the revolver began to move, disassemble, and reassemble; after a moment, it transformed into the shape of a pen.

This was a silver fountain pen, slender, with a sharp nib, as if it could cut through paper.

Lu Ban took out a sheet of printer A4 paper and wrote a character with the pen.

“Steel.”

As soon as he finished writing this character, he felt the A4 paper undergo a slight, subtle change.

Picking it up with his hand, Lu Ban found the sheet had become exceptionally hard, like an extremely thin piece of steel. Lu Ban’s hand lightly brushed over the edge of the paper, cutting open his skin, blood gushed out, but green vegetation quickly covered the wound, healing it.

After waiting a while, the character gradually disappeared, as if the ink had dried.

The paper returned to its original softness.

Lu Ban repeated the process, writing another “Steel” character, and then picked it up.

After waiting for ten minutes, the sheet remained as hard as iron, difficult to bend.

But when Lu Ban set it down, after a moment, the character disappeared.

Lu Ban picked up the pen again and wrote a character on it.

“Fire.”

As soon as the character appeared, the paper suddenly burst into flames, a fierce fire igniting without wind, quickly consuming the sheet.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Ban picked up his water cup and wrote on it with the pen.

A character was easily inscribed on the ceramic water cup.

“[Cat].”

The next moment, the water cup suddenly seemed to come to life, jumping out of Lu Ban’s hand.

Four short legs extended from the walls of the cup, while the handle turned into something like a tail. The cup took a couple of curious laps around the table, looking outwards.

Then, the cup made a leap toward the bed.

However, halfway through the jump, the four legs of the cup suddenly retracted, turning it back into its original form.

Fortunately, Lu Ban was quick to catch the cup with his hands before it fell, avoiding the fate of having to clean his room.

In a way, Lu Ban had just reversed fate.

Putting the cup back, Lu Ban contemplated again and took out another sheet of paper.

He wrote down a word on it.

“Black Hole.”

After he finished writing, the paper suddenly began to shrink, as if an invisible hand was crumpling it into a ball.

But it didn’t turn into a real black hole as Lu Ban had expected, it just shrunk into a hard little ball.

As the ink disappeared, the ball softened.

Taking out another piece of paper, Lu Ban pondered for a moment and then wrote down two characters.

[East Wind].

The piece of paper seemed to hesitate for a while before finally flying out with a whoosh, its destination unknown.

“This way, I can’t confirm anything…”

Lu Ban glanced at Laika, who was dozing off in the living room.

“Laika, help me catch a mouse, a live one.”

The Corgi heard him and immediately sprang up, transforming into a mass of tentacles and eyeballs, and vanished down the toilet drain.

After a while, with two barks, Lu Ban saw Laika come bounding back, holding a mouse in her mouth.

The mouse trembled severely, its tiny eyes filled with fear.

Lu Ban grabbed the mouse and wrote a character on it.

[Death].

The mouse suddenly began to twitch; Lu Ban placed it on the table and the small animal convulsed non-stop, as if in extreme pain.

But quickly, the character disappeared and the mouse revived, trying to escape with somewhat unsteady steps.

Lu Ban wrote the character for [Death] on it again, this time holding the mouse down.

The mouse trembled incessantly and eventually lay unmoving, seemingly breathless.

Lu Ban let go and performed a set of CPR on it; the mouse twitched again, as if it had come back to life.

Just as it was confused and ready to bolt, Lu Ban grabbed its tail, lifted the mouse, and tossed it to Laika.

“Woof!”

Laika barked once, quickly clamped down on the mouse, crunched down on its head with a snap, and swallowed it in two or three gulps.

“I wonder what the effect would be on people.”

Lu Ban took a shower, changed his clothes, and set out for the office.

Qin Tiantian was still playing games on the computer at the front desk, looking carefree and content.

She didn’t even notice Lu Ban standing behind her.

She seemed to be playing a game similar to Werewolf Kill, controlling her character moving through several rooms looking for a way to escape, while other characters were androids, secretly hindering the normal people’s chance of survival.

Lu Ban took out “Testament” and wrote two characters on Qin Tiantian’s head.

[Smart].

“No, no, he’s the werewolf, he’s the one, he’s been pretending all along, I just remembered, why didn’t he use the fire extinguisher he had!”

Qin Tiantian seemed to have an epiphany all of a sudden and started shouting.

“Pretty impressive.”

Lu Ban remarked.

“…Holy shit, when did you get here?”

Qin Tiantian finally sensed Lu Ban’s presence; she hurriedly took off her headset, almost jumping up in surprise.

“Probably around the time you were about to frame someone else.”

Lu Ban stated, as he watched the characters on Qin Tiantian’s head gradually vanish.

“Give me a heads up next time…”

Qin Tiantian hurriedly put her headset back on.

“What? You say I’m the werewolf? Why would you say I’m the werewolf, how could I possibly be the werewolf, I was just, uh, distracted just now, not pretending…”

The smart head seemed to have retreated from the heights of intelligence.