I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
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Chapter 446: 445. Find a way to have a shot_1 Chapter 446: 445. Find a way to have a shot_1 Lu Ban received contacts from several acquaintances.

The majority were inquiring when the next “Glass Flower” event would be held, as they wished to secure a spot.

Most of them were from the film and television industry, for whom experiencing the plot was one aspect, but the true significance lay in the town’s setup, the performances of the NPCs, the design of the props, and the creation of the atmosphere.

It was like when a master creates a classic film, and everyone in the industry must study it; Lu Ban’s live-action game had much to teach, particularly to those in the film and television field, where it was considered textbook material.

In fact, Lu Ban could have simply declared the “Glass Flower” script out of print and launched other scripts in the town to maintain a sense of freshness, but he planned to turn this place into a large base for experiencing foreign cultures and learning foreign knowledge.

Just like Disney and Universal Studios, people from all over the world would flock to the town, immerse themselves in a foreign lifestyle, and be subtly influenced by pollution, thereby spreading it further.

In this way, pollution could spread across the entire world without causing significant societal changes.

By now, Lu Ban believed that even if the monsters of Abandoned Capital appeared in this world, they would only be rapidly surrounded for photos to be taken and uploaded to social media before being locked up for research.

However…

“There are still some problems that need to be resolved.”

Lu Ban didn’t immediately start the second “Glass Flower” because, firstly, the venue needed to be reset, and secondly, some issues had indeed arisen during the live broadcast.

The occasional appearance of children or toy bears walking the streets—if these continued, they could pose a potential risk to the safety of the NPCs.

Just then, Lu Ban’s phone rang.

He assumed it was another person trying to join “Glass Flower” through connections with Song Yunyan or Li Zijian, but upon a glance, he realized it was the person in charge from Abandoned Capital Town.

“What’s the matter?”

Lu Ban asked.

“Director Lu, uh, we’ve encountered a little problem here—it’s about the child who appeared during the live broadcast. We’ve trapped him in a room,”

“?”

Lu Ban was somewhat confused.

Not only had his subordinates not fled in terror at the sight of something eerie, but they had also actually locked it in a dark room?

Wasn’t this beyond imagination?

He immediately drove to the town.

It was getting dark, and many of the players participating in the game were still engrossed in it, many of them not yet having figured out the answers.

Out of concern for their safety, Lu Ban didn’t send them home but rather made sure they were well accommodated in the hotel.

Several of them expressed that they didn’t want to go back and wished to stay with Lu Ban to become NPCs.

Life in Abandoned Capital was far more comfortable than in the real world, and there was less to worry about.

After living the loud and busy city life for so long, this return to simplicity was even more appealing.

Lu Ban was still considering the issue that, if people wanted to stay behind after each event, he might have to expand the town’s scale.

Eventually, if it expanded to the size of a real city, would Lu Ban be creating another Abandoned Capital in this world?

Collecting his thoughts, Lu Ban arrived at Abandoned Capital Town.

Approaching the cottage where the eerie object was confined, he inquired about the situation.

“We were still tidying up when we saw a child there. Recalling the previous incidents, I immediately shut the door, locking him inside. I just took a peek and even made eye contact with him,”

explained the NPC, a gang enforcer who looked quite fierce even while talking to Lu Ban.

“Let me see.”

Lu Ban peered through the gap in the door towards the inside of the room.

The dimly lit room had an old table, behind which sat a chair. His gaze swept across the mottled walls, passed over the ragged bed, and scanned towards the corner.

In the corner, it seemed some stones were lying around, but there was no sign of a child.

“There’s no…”

Lu Ban thought this when suddenly, another eye appeared in front of him.

Those eyes, devoid of sclera, stared straight at him, as if the face was pressing right against Lu Ban’s.

Lu Ban looked away.

He opened the door.

Inside the door, there was nothing.

“Strange… I was sure I saw a kid just now…”

The NPC said, scratching his head.

“He’s already gone.”

Lu Ban said offhandedly.

“He came to warn me.”

“Warn?”

Others were puzzled.

Lu Ban didn’t bother to question why these people didn’t doubt the existence of real ghosts in this world; instead, he offered an explanation.

“Probably because they were buried here and we’ve disturbed them with our construction work.”

“What should we do then?”

The NPC asked again.

“Don’t worry, think about it. If it’s just mischief, then it’s no different from a bratty kid. The kid’s potential for destruction might even be greater than theirs. But if they do evil and harm people—if they kill you—then you’ll become a ghost too, and you can have a good fight with them to see who’s the real formidable ghost, right?”

Lu Ban persuaded earnestly.

“…That kind of makes sense.”

The NPC seemed to understand, yet not completely.

“But we can’t go on like this.”

Lu Ban arrived at the slope by the river and saw in the winding night, the amusement park seemed to appear and disappear intermittently, as if it were brightly lit and radiating the joy of the New Year’s celebration, making one unable to resist joining in.

However, on all the operational amusement rides, there was not a single person, starkly empty and in stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere.

He dialed Li Zijian’s number.

At this time, Li Zijian was still immersed in the holiday, watching his daughter enjoy the cartoons on TV, feeling comfortable and relaxed.

He had glanced at Lu Ban’s global live broadcast and felt that the laws of Earth probably couldn’t bind Lu Ban anymore, who could come up with all sorts of crooked ideas.

Like this reality show, which probably didn’t cost more than a few tens of millions, but achieved a promotional effect comparable to those multi-hundred million budgeted major productions.

It seemed like Lu Ban was making a loss, but in reality, he was making a fortune.

“What’s up?”

Li Zijian asked, hoping that Lu Ban would bring him a surprise rather than shock.

“Brother Li, is there any way you can get in touch with the military or something?”

Hearing Lu Ban’s words, Li Zijian was certain that it wasn’t good news.

“The military? What are you up to? Going to shoot a modern warfare movie?”

“No, it’s like this, my real-life game here is a bit haunted, so I was thinking of getting a few cannons to try and fire off a few rounds, see if that might suppress it.”

Lu Ban spoke candidly.

“?”

Li Zijian felt there were too many problems in Lu Ban’s statement and didn’t know which point to question first.

Haunted?

Using cannons to suppress it?

Is this a ghost story, a comedy, or some kind of absurd tale?