I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 800 - 800 799. A meritorious deed_1

Chapter 800: 799. A meritorious deed_1 Chapter 800: 799. A meritorious deed_1 Lu Ban emerged from the Arkham movie theater.

By the time he left Arkham Asylum, it was already the next morning.

The sunlight gently caressed the asylum shrouded in mist, somehow revealing a touch of the true, good, and beautiful of this world.

Lu Ban felt very satisfied. He had watched several good movies, though, of course, among the films up for review, there were also some tedious and clichéd ones. However, the flaws did not obscure the merits, and the joy that human creativity brought made Lu Ban feel reassured.

As for Baobao, she was also content, having feasted all night long.

The thrill incited by the extraordinary projector’s films and the fear of being forced to watch them by Lu Ban, all these emotions became her best nourishment.

The next morning, dozens of patients were discharged from Arkham Asylum, some of whom had stayed for five or six years without being cured. Now, Lu Ban managed to restore them to normality just by screening movies, allowing them to reclaim their rightful lives, which was indeed a meritorious deed.

A cause for celebration.

Once out of the hospital, Lu Ban immediately handed over his review opinions to the review committee across the street.

As for the subsequent award ceremony, he was no longer interested in participating.

Lu Ban had always believed that to like a creator, it wasn’t necessary to interact with them directly because what you appreciate is their work. The creator themselves might have various character traits, which can change your perspective on a work you initially admired, unable to see it purely anymore, and thus losing sight of the original spirit of creation.

For example, some people like to idolize creators, deifying them and affirming everything produced by their favorite creators, eventually forming a closed and opinion-intolerant circle, and creators who are not very clear-headed may become indulgent within it, preventing their progress.

Fans think that supporting a creator regardless of the quality of their work is supportive, but this can actually cause them to become complacent and hinder their growth.

Similarly, it is quite normal for a person to have a prejudice against a work they like if the creator happens to conflict with their opinions on some minor issues, which ultimately affects their appreciation of the work.

After watching these movies, Lu Ban had no intention of befriending those creators, mainly out of concern that his opinions could influence their creativity.

Leaving the committee, Lu Ban also felt that it was time to end his journey to Miskatonic.

He and Baobao casually chose a restaurant and ordered two simple breakfasts.

While having breakfast, he noticed a man sitting nearby, reading a book about the evolution of ancient beliefs.

In this era, it’s rare to see someone reading a physical book outside, and Lu Ban found it quite novel.

After watching for a while, he noticed that the young man was also making notes in the book.

The young man’s table was set with a cup of hot coffee and a half-eaten sandwich, as if he had forgotten about it halfway through eating.

A sudden inspiration struck, and Lu Ban approached him to take a look at the young man’s notes.

They were pretty professional.

Of course, to Lu Ban, who had already been exposed to the true nature of the world, they all seemed quite superficial or perhaps erroneous.

But just as one should not dismiss Newtonian mechanics under low-speed macroscopic conditions because of the discovery of relativity theory, these theories and thoughts certainly had their value for reference before the knowledge of Foreign Domain was revealed.

“Your ideas are quite good,” Lu Ban suddenly said.

Hearing a voice behind him, the young man stopped writing and turned to look at Lu Ban.

“I’ve discovered that people’s perception of the sea can vary greatly due to regional differences, which I find quite interesting, so I wrote down some of my own thoughts,”

The young man quickly rattled off a long speech, and Lu Ban listened intently, while Baobao next to him ate with equal concentration.

“…So, I think this difference arises from the varying degrees of understanding different people have of the sea. The more they rely on the sea for their livelihood, the more fear they develop towards it. Conversely, those on the mainland, blessed with abundant resources, have less need for the sea and, as a result, less fear of it…”

He talked about the topic of fear, and it might have been because the films showcased at the Miskatonic Film Festival all had elements of thrill and horror that attracted this young man over.

“Therefore, I’ve found that people’s fear of something tends to decrease with increased understanding, but when it reaches a certain level, it starts to increase again, especially when they realize they might never fully comprehend the thing, that’s when fear peaks.”

He said fluently.

“Hence, the fear of the unknown stems from the known, similar to Zeno’s paradox; human cognition is like a circle, the more you know, the more unknowns there are.”

He and Lu Ban discussed it for a while longer, becoming more and more animated.

“Indeed, coming from Providence was the right decision; meeting someone with such exceptional insight like you is wonderful.”

While saying this, he glanced at the time.

“Oh no, the movie I reserved is about to start, I’m sorry, but I have to leave now.”

The young man took a notebook out of his pocket and flipped it open, revealing that inside, in addition to some brief sentences, there were drawings.

The drawings depicted strange creatures, not of this world, many of which were conceived by merging various life forms together.

Turning to a new page, the young man tore off a sheet, wrote a string of text on it, and handed it to Lu Ban.

“This is my contact information, I hope we have the chance to continue our conversation, I must go now.”

After giving the piece of paper to Lu Ban, the young man hurried away.

Lu Ban glanced at it, it had an address and a name, just as the young man had mentioned, he was from Providence, a port city.

“Howard.”

Lu Ban looked at the name and felt it was somewhat familiar.

Should the opportunity arise, he could recommend some literature in other languages to him, maybe even send a “Morning Star” to the young man to let him experience the landscape of a Foreign Domain.

This was just a brief interlude on Lu Ban’s journey home. After buying some small gifts at the airport near Boston, and taking a flight, Lu Ban soon returned to Jiangcheng.

And Baobao jumped into the sea halfway through the journey and disappeared without a trace.

He treated Qin Tiantian to a meal, brought her some foreign Buddha statues as gifts, and Lu Ban returned to his sweet and warm home.

A few days later, while watching the live broadcast of the Miskatonic Film Festival awards ceremony, Lu Ban saw the cold and indifferent words of Silent Lands emerge in his field of vision.

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