I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 797 - 797 796. Gently Knocking on the Slumbering Heart_1

Chapter 797: 796. Gently Knocking on the Slumbering Heart_1 Chapter 797: 796. Gently Knocking on the Slumbering Heart_1 Hearing Lu Ban’s question, the patient lifted his head, glanced at him, but seemed uninterested as he lowered his head again, burying himself in the laptop on his lap. He wasn’t typing but sliding his fingers on the touchpad as if browsing a webpage.

“Got anything good there, let me have a look.”

Lu Ban moved behind him, peeking at what was on the computer screen.

Reds and greens, it looked like the interface of a financial investment software, uncertain whether it was stocks or something else.

“Trading stocks in the hospital?”

Lu Ban couldn’t help but ask.

The patient did not respond, just focused on browsing through the stock information.

“How come this person isn’t reacting at all, could it be that he has had surgery, had his frontal lobes removed?”

Lu Ban turned to Baobao for her opinion.

“Let me check.”

Saying this, Baobao placed her hand on the man’s head.

Before the patient could react, his head split open like blooming petals.

The pink, crevassed brain, wriggling like a caterpillar, slowly unfolded like a seductive, gaping mouth, inviting one to bury their head into it the next moment.

Those who have eaten pig’s brain would understand, it’s soft and tender, like tofu, seemingly fragile to the touch yet retaining its shape, just drooping down.

Without any disgust, Baobao dug into the blooming brain with her fair fingers as if searching for a compact mirror in her purse, and after a while, she withdrew her hand.

Lu Ban saw that, in the palm of the girl, there was a semi-transparent crystal.

Crushing the crystal, countless particles flew about, images, and sounds emerged in the air, quickly transforming into knowledge that flowed into Lu Ban’s brain.

“…Hey, friend, that stock I mentioned to you earlier, I think it’s a good time to buy in soon, I’ll probably increase my own investment, so don’t blame me for not telling you beforehand… ”

“…What’s the use of contacting me now, I’m also stuck in it, and if we’re talking about lost money, I’ve lost more than you, it’s fine, it should only be a technical adjustment, it will rise again after this period… ”

“…So why can’t you make money? You’re the very person people talk about when they mention chasing highs and selling lows; sure the stock has crashed, but isn’t that the perfect opportunity to buy in?…”

“…Heh, investing comes with its risks, since you chose a high-return project, you ought to bear the corresponding risks…”

It seems this was a stockbroker, not only somewhat famous in the industry but also producing videos to guide investors.

In the beginning, he indeed accurately predicted the rises and falls of some stocks, convincing investors that his insight was correct, and even occasional errors were forgivable.

After all, a group of Nobel Prize-winning economists entering the stock market could end up losing everything. How could one expect a stockbroker to cover every base and navigate non-existent economic laws perfectly?

However, this stockbroker soon revealed his fangs, fabricating a non-existent, about-to-be-listed stock—through a series of frauds and manipulations, he made wealthy clients believe this stock was promising, even causing a buying frenzy and leaving his phone ringing off the hook.

And the most intelligent part was that the stockbroker realized the earnings for the first batch of people who bought the stock, those who were still watching and skeptical saw others making double their investment and couldn’t help themselves, eventually throwing in their money, trying to snatch even more profit.

Then, this clever stockbroker made a donation and fled, leaving behind nothing but a mess and people disoriented by the wind.

In fact, had it not been for a quarrel with his lover exposing his location, the police might not have been able to catch this fraudster.

As a result, with a considerable amount of money, the lawyers hired by the stockbroker defended him in court, claiming the stockbroker was a delusional patient. In his work, he often had hallucinations, deluding himself about which stocks would rise and which would fall, then spouting nonsense in public—some accurate, some not—but people believed him anyway.

In reality, these investors were following a madman.

Eventually, the “mad” stockbroker deluded himself about a stock and promoted it, causing a buying frenzy. When his symptoms subsided, he realized this and cashed out some of the investors’ profits with his own money. Sadly, the poor patient’s symptoms soon worsened, and in his confusion, he made that donation and escaped, a pitiful sight indeed.

Such a ridiculous defense was surprisingly accepted by the judge.

In North America, such cases are actually quite complicated. Having enough money, the stockbroker could hire lawyers to delay the trial, re-evidence, and drag out a case for years without any problem. Meanwhile, he could even continue his swindling and live joyously.

However, what the patient did not expect was that although the judge accepted the mental illness plea, he did not release him directly but instead sent him to Arkham Asylum for treatment.

At this moment, the patient was still trading stocks on a computer, monitoring movements, and getting ready to make another big play.

Understanding all this, Lu Ban did not judge whether the judge’s decision was just. From a simple moral standpoint, the guy who pretended to be crazy deserved to be punished, and the money he swindled should be returned to the victims. But in this country, the law protected him—that’s the harsh reality.

“It seems this really is a paradise for all sorts of criminals, defrauding so much money and still getting to play with computers here,”

Lu Ban commented.

It was then that he noticed the stares of the other patients around him.

The “psychiatric patients,” witnessing Baobao easily blowing the stockbroker’s head up with a slap, were stunned, unsure whether it was a special effects performance or if their own minds had been affected from staying in the mental hospital too long.

“We now know his condition, we can restore him to his original state,”

Lu Ban said to Baobao at his side.

But the innocently beautiful girl furrowed her pretty eyebrows.

“Restore to the original state?”

Baobao asked Lu Ban with innocent eyes.

“What does restore to the original state mean?”

“I mean, um, did you actually open his head and extract his memory?”

Lu Ban couldn’t help but ask.

He had initially thought Baobao, like himself using “Testament” to browse others’ memories and experiences, was using the power of the Ancient Overlord to view this man’s recollections and past.

But it turned out that what was crushed just now was not some memory crystal, but the guy’s soul?

Things seemed to have taken a serious turn.

Observing the increasingly bewildered psychiatric patients, Lu Ban lamented.