I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 512 - 512 511. Its flowing everywhere_1

Chapter 512: 511. It’s flowing everywhere_1 Chapter 512: 511. It’s flowing everywhere_1 Lu Ban woke to the sight of a familiar ceiling.

He found himself seemingly at home, everything felt like a dream.

Wanting to get up, it was then that he realized that he seemed unable to stand.

“Don’t move, or it will spill out,”

said Feng Yu’s voice. Lu Ban turned towards her.

From within Feng Yu’s pupils, Lu Ban saw his own reflection.

There wasn’t much to describe; he was just a pot of stuff.

It looked like a mixture of flesh, sludge, and something unidentifiable.

“Is this me?”

Lu Ban was somewhat astonished.

Although, by all accounts, his physical form had already perished, and what remained of his soul was likely nearly worn out from its contact with the Ancient Overlord, his condition was exceedingly poor, yet he had not quite expected to end up like this after being saved.

“When I found you, this was all that was left. I don’t think anything’s missing.”

Feng Yu prodded Lu Ban’s thick mucus with her finger. The feeling was very peculiar, something Lu Ban had never experienced.

“Well, thank you so much for that.”

Lu Ban said sincerely.

“So, now I can only be kept in a pot?”

He asked again.

At this moment, Lu Ban started to notice that the sound of his own voice was not human speech but rather a kind of low-frequency vibration that produced a moan, similar to the bubble sounds made by ghosts hiding under the covers in horror movies.

“I’m still thinking.”

Feng Yu retracted her finger and looked at the mucus clinging to it.

She licked it with her tongue.

“Ptui ptui ptui.”

It tasted awful.

“Could you not do that in front of me, please? It’s damaging to a child’s self-esteem!”

Lu Ban protested, and then had an idea.

“How about you freeze me in the fridge, then carve me into the shape of a person? That way, I could be restored.”

His whimsical suggestion seemed quite logical to him.

“Maybe I’ll give it a try.”

Feng Yu picked up the pot, trying to stuff it into the fridge, but unfortunately, the pot was a bit too large to fit.

“You can divide it into several cups, or use bottles to hold it.”

Lu Ban helpfully suggested.

“That might not work.”

Feng Yu shook her head.

“Am I going to exist only as this form from now on?”

Lu Ban felt a bit disappointed. The winters in Jiangcheng were quite cold, his liquid form might freeze solid, and moreover, burrowing into the quilt would only wet the sheets and blanket, never again enjoying the comfort of a good night’s sleep.

Realizing this, he saw the problem as very serious.

“That’s not necessarily the case. Given your current level of pollution, there isn’t much difference whether you’re in human form or not. There are many ways to reconstruct a body, or rather, to disguise oneself. I’m just considering ones with fewer side effects,”

Feng Yu shook her head.

Then, she reached out her hand.

Her slender and fair arm suddenly transformed into several greasy, intertwining tentacles that plunged into the pot of Lu Ban, stirring rapidly, as if injecting something.

The next moment, Feng Yu’s head split open, a mouth with tentacled edges opened to its limits and swallowed Lu Ban along with the pot into her belly.

Lu Ban only felt himself slide into a warm space.

Obviously, this was the inside of Feng Yu.

Having been human-shaped before and now a fluid, Lu Ban briefly outlined the interior shape of Feng Yu’s body.

Thinking about it, he realized that further exploration might lead to trouble, so he stopped.

Shortly thereafter, amidst the surrounding movements, Lu Ban felt his form change.

Something yearned to be released, bursting forth from within Lu Ban.

He felt a wave of sleepiness come over him, and his consciousness began to blur before he fell back into sleep.

In Lu Ban’s room, Feng Yu saw the water glass on the coffee table pushed to the edge. She touched her belly, which resembled that of a pregnant woman’s, and laughed softly.

“Look at you, just like a defeated dog, whimpering, so pitiful.”

…

April, full of the promise of spring.

Qin Tiantian, who was live-streaming while watching an animation, felt that something was missing.

What was it?

After thinking it over, she realized it was Lu Ban.

“Right, he said he was going out to gather some materials, and now he’s been missing for months. Some gossip magazines are even saying that he’s disappeared.”

Qin Tiantian sent Lu Ban two messages, but there was no response.

Then she remembered Feng Yu and sent her a message.

[River Oblivion]: Do you know when Lu Ban is coming back?

After sending it, she waited for a while before getting a reply.

[Feng Yu]: It should be soon. I reckon it’s around his expected due date.

[River Oblivion]: Oh, as long as he’s fine. I was thinking about going for barbecue together. It’s been so long since I’ve had it. I tell you, last night I dreamt about eating thick-cut beef tongue. That flavor, hmm…

After chatting for a bit more, Qin Tiantian put down her phone and continued to watch her animation.

At the end of the episode, during the credit roll, she suddenly came to the realization.

“Wait, what does due date mean?”

She searched for the term due date, hoping to find another meaning.

After all, in their circle sometimes the meaning of a word can change.

For instance, ‘supermarket’, as most people understand, is a place where things are sold.

But for those who watch virtual streamers, ‘supermarket’ has a rather crude meaning, which children should not learn about.

However, Qin Tiantian only found the original meaning of due date, which is the estimated time a pregnant woman is expected to give birth.

What’s the connection?

Lu Ban went out, and he’s supposed to come back after some time.

Feng Yu knew about it and mentioned that when the due date arrives, Lu Ban would return.

The relationship between these two seemed very close, holding secrets that Qin Tiantian neither understood nor wanted to.

With her sharp intellect quickly taking the high ground, Qin Tiantian grasped the answer.

“Lu Ban is about to be born!”

She was quite pleased with herself.

This kind of thing, in fact, Qin Tiantian had experienced it herself.

Some fans had even made a video. In it, a fan wore a white lab coat and a mask, holding up a large poster of Qin Tiantian’s virtual skin. Then they pretended to cut open Qin Tiantian’s belly.

Another fan then emerged from the cut, wearing just shorts and shouting, “I am born!” It was this kind of outrageous creation.

In Qin Tiantian’s mind, this was perfectly normal.

As she continued watching the animation, she opened up a review app, planning to find a somewhat pricier restaurant to treat Lu Ban to an expensive meal.

…

Wasteland.

Shuangxin, Moment, and the Singer, after a long journey, had finally returned to Utopia.

Greeting them at the gate was the Saint who governed the city, known as Plato.

He was an elderly man, with slightly curly hair and a rough, classical sculpted look to his facial features.

Beside him, apart from those scholars, members of the Senate, generals and soldiers, as well as the countless commoners, there was a man with black hair.

He was quite handsome, with distinctive features of an East Asian person.

Having heard the trio’s narrative, Plato’s expression turned grave.

“Eternal rain, thunder and lightning, swarms of insects, ancient humans… What do you think?”

Plato asked the man beside him.

“Mr. Du.”