I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 664 - 664 663. We are cats_1

Chapter 664: 663. We are cats_1 Chapter 664: 663. We are cats_1 “Oh, so you’re not named Meow Meow.”

Qin Tiantian nodded when she heard what the kitty said, and then asked.

“Then what is your name?”

“I only know I’m a cat, as for a name, I don’t know.”

The kitty answered honestly.

“How about, we call you Schrodinger.”

Qin Tiantian suggested, although she didn’t really know who Schrodinger was, she vaguely remembered he was some scientist related to cats.

He must have been someone who really liked cats, right?

Otherwise, why would a scientist be associated with cats and also be remembered by Qin Tiantian.

“Schrodinger?”

Obviously, the kitty didn’t know this scientist; it simply repeated Qin Tiantian’s words.

“Alright, then I’ll be called Schrodinger.”

It said happily.

“Where are you from, and what about your parents?”

Qin Tiantian asked again.

“I don’t know.”

The kitty displayed the adequate demeanor of a little kitten.

After conversing for a while, Lu Ban came knocking on the door with the cat supplies.

“We’ve already become good friends!”

Qin Tiantian told Lu Ban who had just entered.

“That’s good to hear.”

Lu Ban set the litter box down on the ground and placed the bag of cat food and cat litter by the entrance of the living room.

“Yeah, definitely.”

The kitty responded as well.

“?”

Lu Ban looked at the cat and then at Qin Tiantian.

“You two seem to be getting along well.”

“Yes, it’s quite pitiful, doesn’t remember its parents, has been wandering outside for so long.”

Qin Tiantian said as she opened the cat food package, scooped out some cat food into a bowl, and offered it to the kitty. Then she placed the litter box on the balcony of the living room, opened the cat litter, and poured it into the box.

“Tasty, this flavor is good.”

The kitty made crunching noises while eating the cat food and commented.

“Okay, if you need anything, just let me know, I’m heading back now.”

Lu Ban took one last look at the cat and Qin Tiantian, feeling that there shouldn’t be any problems.

It seemed the cat would have no worries at Qin Tiantian’s place.

With the cat’s situation handled, Lu Ban went back to his place, he opened the fridge, wanting to get a cup of pudding to try out.

At this moment, Lu Ban noticed that there seemed to be one cup of pudding missing from his fridge.

“When was it eaten?”

Lu Ban tried to recall, feeling it might have been Qin Tiantian who sneakily ate it when she came over to play one day.

He wasn’t concerned, grabbed a cup of pudding, and reviewed the information on it.

[Pudding, tastes very good, an excellent dessert]

Lu Ban picked up “Testament” and left a message on it.

[Eating it may increase strength by one point]

Following that, Lu Ban quickly finished the pudding.

The flavor was indeed very good, creamy and rich, icy and refreshing, perfect as a dessert after a meal in this season.

After eating the pudding, Lu Ban spread open his left hand.

Text unfolded in his palm like the pages of a book.

Lu Ban directly skipped over some strange things and opened up his character attributes.

[Strength: 55]

“Hmm?”

Lu Ban remembered that his strength had also been 55 before, a slightly higher value than that of an ordinary person, thanks to his regular exercise; there was no problem there.

But the key point was that this had been his strength value from the very start.

After Qin Tiantian ate a piece of beef that could increase one’s strength by a point, her strength improved a lot, yet when Lu Ban ate the strength-enhancing pudding, his own strength didn’t change at all.

Where lay the difference?

To ensure that it wasn’t the properties of the pudding itself conflicting with strength enhancement, Lu Ban also tested things like milk, water, and biscuits.

But his strength did not increase.

After the experiment, Lu Ban seemed to vaguely grasp something.

‘The words written by the “Testament” act as a form of pollution for the items themselves, hence they have an effect when facing people and creatures with a lower pollution level. However, when the pollution level of an individual is already high to a certain degree, it does not affect much?’

The textual modifications left by the ability of the “Testament,” like the soliloquies of those great beings, are not about whether you want to accept them but that you must.

This is the same with pollution.

Thus, ordinary people and animals like Qin Tiantian and cats would undergo a certain change after eating food with text written on it by Lu Ban, while Chosen by the Gods who frequently traverse the Foreign Domain like him remain unaffected.

In the same vein, Lu Ban extrapolated that the textual information he wrote might not profoundly impact those higher-level pollutants.

First off, the content added by the “Testament” could not conflict with the original properties of an object, and those advanced pollutants already had many chaotic properties— a jumble of everything. It would not be easy for Lu Ban to swiftly find an aspect that wouldn’t contradict the existing properties.

Secondly, those things had already lost much of their sanity, plunged into madness. Adding or subtracting certain characteristics wouldn’t make much difference.

Just like Lu Ban himself, he was already capable of Melting; having a bit more or less strength wasn’t a big issue.

And the influences of such pollution, Lu Ban felt, should also be subtle. After all, he didn’t know whether it was because Qin Tiantian became polluted that she didn’t find talking to a cat strange, or her excellent self-preservation mechanism allowed her to converse fluidly with the cat.

Of course, Lu Ban could always leave text and records on the things around him, creating various items with specific extraordinary powers for use on the fly.

Lu Ban picked up a pen and flipped open its information.

[A common signing pen, capable of leaving marks]

Immediately, Lu Ban added a line of small text.

[Holding this pen, one will master all the methods of pen spinning]

Lu Ban picked up the pen and immediately felt some knowledge flowing into his brain.

This sensation was like a cobweb covering the cortex of his brain, a viscous feeling accompanied by a memory awakening from instinct.

In Lu Ban’s hand, the slender signing pen began to spin and leap.

He spun the pen in various agile ways, some he had seen and some he had not, occasionally tossing the pen into the sky, or making it jump on his fingertips. If there were a world pen spinning competition, then Lu Ban would surely win the championship without question.

But when he set down the signing pen and picked up another, trying to replicate the flashy maneuvers he’d just accomplished.

Clack—

The pen fell onto the table as if mocking the agility of Lu Ban’s fingers.

This sensation made Lu Ban think of his lost crowbar.

‘Perhaps I can use this method to convey information, to impart knowledge…’

Thinking this, Lu Ban decided to order a sturdy crowbar online to remember the friend that had accompanied him for so long.

Meanwhile, in Lu Ban’s field of vision, the signing pen on the table twisted like a serpent, forming the cold and indifferent text of the Silent Lands.

[Career Development Task]

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