I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 564 - 564 563. Where is home_1

Chapter 564: 563. Where is home_1 Chapter 564: 563. Where is home_1 “Life-pattern Jade.”

Lu Ban felt it was a bit ingenious; the very thing he needed happened to be a prop used in the Mysterious Monarch competition.

In that case, collecting all the fragments was imperative.

That shouldn’t be a problem; once this round was over, Lu Ban would just ask others for the fragments, and that would be the end of it.

If they refused to give them up, then Lu Ban would think of a way to get them, or he would reason with them.

Quite foolproof.

However, Lu Ban hadn’t expected that the fragment he had noticed during the day would be found by Blindman Zhang so quickly.

Isn’t he supposed to be blind?

Could it be that ‘blind’ is just a nickname, a teasing name which actually means Blindman Zhang can see?

It’s like the way many people say online, “Lu Ban, my lunatic,” but in reality, Lu Ban isn’t a lunatic at all; it’s just an exaggeration.

Lu Ban had once watched a movie in which the protagonist wore sunglasses and used a cane, seemingly blind, but at the end of the film, when he took off his sunglasses, the audience realized he wasn’t blind at all, creating a twist.

Perhaps Blindman Zhang was the same.

“I am indeed blind; there’s no need to guess. I’ve seen too much before, so my eyes gave out early, but that doesn’t hinder me,”

Blindman Zhang seemed to notice Lu Ban’s confusion and explained.

“In this world, some people have good eyes but can’t see anything, while others are blind yet see everything much more clearly.”

He fiddled with the fragment in his hand.

“I have participated in the Mysterious Monarch competition four times; I should have won at least once.”

“Senior, do you want to become the Mysterious Monarch because it grants immortality and resurrection after death?”

Lu Ban glanced at the painting behind Blindman Zhang, which still contained a fragment. He didn’t rush to get it but decided to chat with the senior who had participated in four Mysterious Monarch competitions.

“Who can live forever? Mortals must eventually die; I have no such desires. But since the first Mysterious Monarch war, I’ve had a little wish that grew over time into a deep-seated desire, haha, you’re right, I just want to stand in that position and see what’s different,”

Blindman Zhang said with a self-mocking tone.

“If we’re going to talk about it, the reason to compete for the position of Mysterious Monarch is because the Mysterious Monarch is right here,”

So his driving force to participate was curiosity or maybe an obsession.

Lu Ban quite agreed with that.

Some say that the deficiencies of childhood need to be made up for throughout life, and the dreams of youth often linger in the heart until old age.

Blindman Zhang’s desire to become the Mysterious Monarch might indeed be just like he said, a longstanding wish.

Thinking of how he would personally shatter that wish, possibly ensuring Blindman Zhang would never fulfill it in his lifetime, Lu Ban felt quite guilty.

But he had no choice.

Lu Ban reached out, touched the painting, and as Blindman Zhang slightly raised his head to listen to the sound from this direction, Lu Ban took the fragment of the jade pendant.

The jade pendant, carved from emerald, only vaguely showed signs of craftsmanship—it wasn’t exactly fine work, more like something made by an ordinary artisan.

With only a small fragment, Lu Ban couldn’t make out the whole shape of the jade pendant.

“Young brother, you’re quite impressive,”

Blindman Zhang, either by listening to the sounds or some other means, realized that Lu Ban had obtained the fragment of the jade pendant and praised him.

“Senior, take my advice. There’s nothing good about the position of Mysterious Monarch. It’s better for you to go back and enjoy your old age, spending time with your grandchildren,”

Lu Ban said to Blindman Zhang before he left the hall to search for other fragments.

“Heh.”

Blindman Zhang chuckled softly, as if sighing.

“Going home isn’t easy, without a country, where is home?”

Lu Ban paused for a moment and looked at Blindman Zhang again. He was sitting there, holding his crutch, a lonely figure, but with a spine straighter than many young people’s.

After leaving the hall, Lu Ban went to the kitchen once more.

During the day, he had also found traces of a fragment here.

It seemed no one had beaten him to it, probably because they thought that after Lu Ban had fiddled around here during two meals in the daytime, if there was anything, he would have surely taken it already, so nobody thought to check here.

That’s what Lu Ban thought when he fished the fragment out of the soot.

The emerald had been just a common stone during the day; it only took on the appearance of an emerald at night. If not for Lu Ban’s True Sight, he might have been mistaken.

No wonder he had to wait until night to search.

With two fragments accounted for, and adding to that the one in Blindman Zhang’s possession, Lu Ban felt this should be secure.

He walked out of the house and saw Dai Yuanyang at the entrance of the kitchen.

“What a coincidence.”

Lu Ban greeted him and noticed that Dai Yuanyang also had fragments in his hand, at least three.

Not a few.

Maybe those foreigners really had some method to enhance Dai Yuanyang’s supernatural ability, but of course, this also meant an intensification of his pollution.

“Hmph.”

Dai Yuanyang noticed the fragments in Lu Ban’s hand, and without a word, turned around and left.

“I thought he would try to snatch them from me.”

Lu Ban looked at the two fragments in his hand. The imagined scenario of the other party coming over to forcibly take them hadn’t happened, and he felt a bit disappointed.

If the other party had made the first move, he could have taken the chance to retrieve the three fragments in Dai Yuanyang’s hand.

To make the first move himself felt somewhat embarrassing.

Lu Ban returned to the guest room where he was sleeping.

As he walked down the corridor, suddenly, he heard a cry of alarm ahead.

“Ah!”

Lu Ban hurried forward and saw Du Ming sitting on the ground, his face panic-stricken, looking ahead.

In the room, on the bed, there was something like a tangled ball of wool writhing.

It resembled a monster from the Foreign Domain, a mere glance at which could torment one’s sanity.

“How could this thing appear here?”

Lu Ban stepped past Du Ming and approached the creature, then pulled out a silver pen, “Testament,” and wrote the character for “death” on the squirming monster.

Then, under Du Ming’s incredulous gaze, Lu Ban pressed his hand against the creature.

Soon, the monstrous, terrifying creature became as quiet as a docile kitten, and within a few seconds, it stopped all movement.

As Du Ming watched Lu Ban still directly touching the monster with his hand, showing no signs of disgust or discomfort, his sanity began to return a bit.

“I felt something here just now. When I walked in, I found this monster… What is this exactly? I’ve never heard of it before.”

Du Ming got up.

Lu Ban signaled for Du Ming to be quiet, then tore the creature apart and pulled out a piece of emerald from its foul-smelling, flowing innards.

As it was torn apart, the creature quickly began melting into a pool of ink mixed with bits of skeleton, and Lu Ban could roughly make out that it was once a rabbit.

“If this thing comes into contact with a living being, it might cause some kind of transformation…”

Lu Ban looked at the three fragments in his hand, deep in thought.