I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 795 - 795 794. Just right for me_1

Chapter 795: 794. Just right for me_1 Chapter 795: 794. Just right for me_1 “Why are you standing so far away?”

Lu Ban looked at Feng Yu, who was keeping her distance, and asked.

“This way, if anything unexpected happens, I can run away at the first opportunity.”

Feng Yu stated matter-of-factly.

She kept her gaze fixed on the college beauty beside Lu Ban.

Baobao seemed carefree as she looked around, buying snacks here, and wanting to leave a photo there, very much like a young girl out shopping with her boyfriend.

Fortunately, for Miskatonic’s traffic safety, Lu Ban still faithfully wore a mask, preventing others from recognizing him.

To ordinary people, covering the lower half of the face with a mask might make them more attractive, as imperfections and asymmetries in features that are not so good looking are somewhat concealed. Sometimes, showing just a hint of one’s beauty can be more appealing.

But for someone like Lu Ban, who had already reached the limits of human attractiveness, any imperfection was fatal.

It was like a perfect math problem with only one method of proof; altering it in any way would be superfluous.

Thus, with a mask on, Lu Ban’s attractiveness was greatly reduced.

After walking for ten minutes, only three girls were so distracted they nearly stumbled, either running into a pole or a fire hydrant.

Cause for celebration indeed.

More than Lu Ban, it was Baobao who caught the attention of most people.

Her incarnations in Abandoned Capital all possessed extraordinary charm, which even under normal circumstances was hard for ordinary people to resist. And Baobao, in her incarnation in this world, naturally inherited that same charm.

Unlike the allure of a mature woman, Baobao radiated the youth and innocence of a young girl, like a cute, colorful kitten that suddenly appears by your side while you’re walking down a forest path at dawn. It rubs the tip of its tail against your pant leg and then rolls around on the green grass, meowing as it looks at you.

It was impossible to refuse.

So, while Miskatonic’s traffic didn’t suffer any accidents due to Lu Ban’s looks, it did experience a jam because of Baobao by Lu Ban’s side. And although Baobao was ninety-nine percent responsible, Lu Ban must share one percent of the blame.

Lu Ban bought a mask for Baobao from a convenience store on the street corner.

“It’s so hard to breathe.”

Baobao reluctantly put on the mask and complained.

Then, Lu Ban saw several slits open up like gills next to her fair neck, slightly opening and closing as if she were breathing through them.

Slap—

Lu Ban covered the gills with both hands.

“So painful, I’m dying.”

A raspy voice came from Baobao’s throat.

“Childish.”

Feng Yu commented from the side.

“Some things are very childish for elementary school students, but for a girl my age, they’re just right.”

The slits in Baobao’s neck closed up and returned to being smooth and fair, looking so enticing one would want to stick their tongue on it.

“I don’t want to wear a mask, I’ll just change my appearance instead.”

Baobao indeed seemed very resistant to the idea of equipment that obstructed her breathing. As soon as she finished speaking, subtle changes began to appear on her face, transforming into someone else.

“Look, look, how about this?”

Baobao did a twirl in front of Lu Ban.

Her appearance now had black hair and amber eyes, identical to the shrine maiden who turned to ash on He Dao.

It was as if she had truly come to this world.

“Stop it.”

Lu Ban ruffled her hair.

Baobao changed again, returning to her original appearance but with slight differences; with just these subtle changes, her entire demeanor shifted. She went from being a beauty of 90 to an 80, still pretty but not as eye-catching as before.

“I thought you’d like it.”

She murmured.

“Heh.”

Feng Yu let out a cold laugh from the side.

“I think you’re doing it on purpose.”

“Isn’t it quite interesting? I am the best at changing appearances, and not just the looks, but even the body details and personality memories can be mimicked.”

Baobao puffed out her chest, then turned her head to look at Lu Ban.

“Where are we going next?”

“Since the film festival invited me, let’s go check out their organizing committee.”

Lu Ban, however, didn’t pay much attention to what Baobao said. For the avatar of an Outer God, especially one that loves to stir trouble and seek fun, this level of dance on a minefield was not uncommon, at least it was part of the daily life.

Moreover, for Baobao, who takes the greatest pleasure in human chaotic emotions, the variation of human emotions, extreme moods, and the confusion of thoughts are all her favorites.

So this kind of attempt to provoke Lu Ban’s emotions was quite reasonable.

Lu Ban and the others soon arrived at the location of the film festival’s organizing committee. Although a university was hosting it, the office of the committee was not in the campus but located on a low-rise office building on the hillside to the northwest of the city. The building appeared to be quite old. Across from the office building was a hospital.

From here, one could overlook half of the city—it was a high point in Miskatonic.

Lu Ban glanced at the sign above, which read “Arkham Asylum”. The iron gate at the entrance was closed tightly, and many Gothic spires stood insided, it also looked like an ancient monument.

“Foreigners really have a simple folk custom, directly naming it an asylum.”

Lu Ban remarked, feeling a sense of kinship and familiarity upon seeing the mental institution, suddenly having the thought that he must visit if he had the chance.

But for now, the business at hand was more important.

Lu Ban walked into the building.

“Hello, I have received the invitation and came to serve as a member of the jury for this film festival.”

He politely presented the invitation on his phone to the receptionist.

But when she saw the black invitation, her forehead furrowed.

“Uh, I’m sorry, sir, there’s something, um, wrong with this invitation?”

The receptionist checked it twice before she spoke hesitantly.

“Wrong?”

Lu Ban examined the invitation carefully.

“Oh, my apologies, I made that up.”

Feng Yu suddenly said as if remembering something.

“?”

Lu Ban looked at Feng Yu.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“You didn’t ask.”

Feng Yu had an indifferent air, cheerfully standing aside and watching the show, even taking out a packet of sunflower seeds from who knows where.

“It’s okay, just reveal your identity, and they will probably be too eager to ask for your help.”

She added.

Lu Ban then took off his mask.

When the receptionist saw Lu Ban’s face, her mouth immediately dropped open.

“You… Are you, Director Lu Ban?”

She asked in astonishment.

“Indeed, it is me.”

Lu Ban nodded.

“I heard there are many excellent works at the Miskatonic Film Festival, so I wanted to come and appreciate them.”

Upon hearing Lu Ban’s words, the receptionist became flustered, then quickly picked up the phone to call the committee’s office. Moments later, several people rushed out of the office.

“Director Lu Ban, you should have informed us earlier, we could have sent someone to pick you up at the airport.”

The man past fifty at the head of the group said.

“It’s okay, I’m just casually strolling around. Your film festival is quite nicely done.”

Lu Ban paused, then asked,

“By the way, we still don’t have a place to stay, could you help us arrange a few rooms?”

He hadn’t forgotten his original purpose.