I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 558 - 558 557. Zombie_1

Chapter 558: 557. Zombie_1 Chapter 558: 557. Zombie_1 At the seven hundredth step, Lu Ban felt the surrounding air turn a bit colder.

The fog became thicker and thicker, almost obscuring the surrounding scenery.

Lu Ban felt as though he was walking among the clouds, the staircase under his feet the only proof that he was moving forward.

In this absolute silence, Lu Ban saw the fog spreading like pollution, seeping bit by bit into his body. For a common person, inhaling this fog would probably lead to mild mental disorders, hallucinations, agitation, depression, and other symptoms.

And for those who had already been contaminated…

Such fog might actually strengthen the superpowers caused by their contamination, creating an illusion of increased strength.

As he continued to move forward, Lu Ban suddenly saw a person standing two or three steps away from him.

The person had a bloated figure, as if his body had been poisoned by alcohol and meat, standing there lightly as if about to fall at any moment.

From behind, Lu Ban quickly recognized that this was Seventh Master.

“Seventh Master?”

The person seemed completely unaware of Lu Ban’s approach. Taking two steps in the span of three, Lu Ban reached the step behind him and called out.

No response.

Lu Ban took a glance and found Seventh Master was in a daze, as if half asleep or disturbed by something that had disrupted his mind, standing there unmoving like a puppet on strings.

He prodded Seventh Master.

Contrary to his initial impression, Seventh Master’s body was extremely stiff, like that of a dead person.

Lu Ban took another step forward.

He tilted his head and saw Seventh Master’s face was an iron blue, pale with shades of black; his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had held his breath forcefully, causing blood to surge into his head.

Such a condition was chilling to the bone.

“Seventh Master?”

Lu Ban patted his shoulder.

In an instant, fine white fuzz grew on Seventh Master’s face, his nails lengthened, and his skin turned a purplish black while his eyes became blood red.

A strange sound emerged from his throat as Seventh Master lunged at Lu Ban.

His strength was great, enough to even crack the steps beneath him.

His sharp nails seemed to be tainted with some toxin, and any scratch or contact would lead to severe injury.

Seventh Master had turned into one of those formidable zombies as spoken of in the rumours, fierce and malevolent.

But what kind of person was Lu Ban? He had wandered in the Foreign Domain for many years, battle-hardened, having seen all kinds of turmoil.

Facing the attack of zombie Seventh Master, Lu Ban’s right hand shot up, fists meeting in combat.

Splat—

However, instead of a strong collision, Lu Ban’s hand immediately melted away upon contact with zombie Seventh Master, turning into a dark sludge that tightly wrapped around Seventh Master’s hand.

The dark purple poison quickly spread following their contact. If it had been a common person, they would probably have already lost their ability to fight, with the corpse poison following the bloodstream from the wound to the heart, then distributed throughout the body, quickly falling and becoming a zombie.

But for Lu Ban, such contamination was nothing much.

Through the toxins that had flowed into his body, he had acquired some slight knowledge.

The so-called zombies, or corpse transformations, are essentially mutations caused by contamination. The knowledge originally used to create zombies or mummies inherently contained a certain level of pollution, and zombies produced through such means are naturally conglomerates of pollution.

However, this one before him…

The melting Lu Ban quickly spread, firmly binding the zombie.

Even though the opponent had supernatural abilities that far exceeded human limits, it was as if a fist had hit the water, quickly dissolving into a dense black fog with Lu Ban’s thorough binding and drifting away with the wind.

The stairs before Lu Ban’s eyes suddenly cleared.

“Is it because of the Pollution, that captured the spirit and created an illusion, that I saw Seventh Master who had undergone Mutation because of the era I’m in?”

Perhaps it was because among these few people, Lu Ban only had some impression of Seventh Master, who was skilled in thievery, and this impression largely came from various films and video games, hence the spectacle just now.

He looked ahead and could already see a platform that seemed like the end.

Lu Ban ascended step by step until he reached the thousandth stair.

It seemed to be a rest pavilion; its wooden structure emitted a decayed smell amidst the damp fog.

The pavilion was empty, without a single person in sight.

Lu Ban still did not turn back, he stood in place waiting for a while.

Behind him, there seemed to be whispers, like a chant softly murmuring in his ear, but Lu Ban remained unmoving, standing there.

If you were to say whether this was a thousand steps or two thousand, Lu Ban would rather believe there were a thousand, because according to Occam’s razor, believing in He Chong was the simplest; the information along the way had too many contradictions.

After about five minutes, Lu Ban felt that the dense fog around him had completely dissipated.

He saw that a path had appeared around the pavilion, leading to a building in the forest not far away.

“It seems this is the place.”

Lu Ban strode forward, arriving at a courtyard that resembled a dojo or temple, with an ancient characteristic; he had not seen similar architecture on Jiangcheng Mountain at least a hundred years later.

At the same time, he glanced backward with his Melting self and nothing happened, which seemed to confirm that he indeed reached the endpoint.

And he was the first one.

Lu Ban entered the house and saw a traditional ink painting hanging in the entrance hall, where several figures fought against monsters in the mountains, the monsters with many eyes and bodies made of tentacles. Although it was an ink wash painting, it still conveyed the monsters’ distortion and madness.

Nine chairs were placed in the entrance hall, which seemed to correspond to the Inheritors of the Ninth River.

“I wonder if there’s anything to eat.”

Lu Ban looked further and found several rooms for accommodation, as well as the kitchen; he saw it was stocked with a lot of fresh ingredients, both vegetables and meat, which was quite luxurious and abundant in these chaotic years.

Thinking about it, Lu Ban directly picked up a kitchen knife and started to cook based on his own skills.

After about fifteen minutes, he threw the prepared chicken into the pot to stew and, waiting for a moment, he heard noisy voices coming from outside.

He took a glance and it seemed that others had arrived and were squabbling.

“…It seems they’re nothing special.”

Lu Ban first heard Dai Yuanyang’s voice.

He stood a distance away from the others, looking a bit muddy, but he was the closest to the house.

“Are you really the first one to arrive?”

The portly Seventh Master asked hesitantly, but looking at the others, no one could step forward to refute Dai Yuanyang.

“I told you, I who have developed my own potential with the help of foreign advanced technology, am the direction that Inheritors of the Ninth River should really develop towards, my friends, this is the solid proof,” said Dai Yuanyang, seemingly quite proud of himself.

Hearing this, Lu Ban lifted the lid and checked on the stewed chicken in the pot.

“It’s about ready.”

He walked out of the kitchen, shouted to those quarreling Inheritors of the Ninth River.

“Stop arguing, come and eat.”