I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 845 - 845 844. Slipped

Chapter 845: 844. Slipped Chapter 845: 844. Slipped In a certain kindergarten, a gaggle of children were following their teacher in study, their voices a chorus of childish babbling.

Teaching literacy is the job of elementary school teachers, while those in kindergarten largely instruct on basic ways of understanding the world, as well as correcting poor behavioral habits, which might seem a bit easier, but since children of this age have not yet developed a complete set of values, the casual gestures of adults can easily lead to imitative behavior by the children, thus, the demands on teachers are even stricter.

The apron-clad teacher was teaching the children how to identify various animals; she was very patient, and the children recited along with her, accompanied by various photos and videos, giving these kids an initial impression of the world.

Unnoticed by the teacher, seated in the classroom, besides those few-year-old children, was also a youthful and pretty girl.

She watched the images on the projection screen with great interest, curious just like the other children, occasionally nodding her head.

She was neither a teacher, nor a parent, and certainly not a student.

The bell for class, with its classical music tune, rang out, signaling the end of the lesson. The children remained seated calmly in the classroom; they were not yet of the age for whispering to each other. Many of the introverted children just stared at the toys or play dough in their hands. Baobao watched these kids and felt quite satisfied.

Children’s hearts are pure, like a blank canvas. For Baobao, who could draw emotions from within human hearts, they were like a rare glass of water, which was quite nice to drink from time to time.

She left the classroom and went to the kindergarten’s slide, where she jostled with a few kids for a turn, and after two rounds, she was quite pleased.

Suddenly, Baobao saw someone standing before her.

The person wore the apron of a kindergarten teacher, hands placed behind her back, seemingly concerned as she bent down slightly and asked,

“Little friend, what are you doing here?”

Her voice was soft, like that of a gentle mother.

“Playing on the slide.”

Baobao told the truth.

She noticed that the children, teachers, and custodial aunties throughout the playground, had all gathered around.

In any other situation, this might have seemed eerie, dangerous.

But Baobao saw that all the teachers, children, and custodial aunties, had the same face as her own.

Whether it was the little girl in the plain dress or the little boy in overalls with a combed-back hairstyle, or even the janitor sweeping up leaves, as well as the young teachers watching over the children, they all had the exact same face as Baobao.

All the “Baobaos” simultaneously pulled knives from all around them, from their pockets, from the sand, from atop the toys, and surged towards the real Baobao.

They all wore kind smiles, but their hands didn’t relax in the slightest.

In a blink, Baobao was surrounded, countless hands grabbing her, countless blades slicing across her body.

Her pale skin was cut open, hot blood gushed from her veins, and mottled scars appeared on her beautiful face. Baobao fell to the ground, repeatedly stabbed in the chest and abdomen by several children who looked just like her, let out a moan, but her throat had been slit, and her windpipe was blocked by blood, preventing her from breathing, no longer able to utter a complete sentence.

“We did it!” “We succeeded!” “We killed her!” “It’s not enough!” “Not enough, still not enough, not enough!” “I don’t feel any change in myself.” “I’m hungry.” “I understand, we need more.”

The Baobaos discussed among themselves and finally, as one, turned their gaze to Baobao’s corpse.

Many Baobaos gathered around the corpse, like elementary school students on a fall outing, sitting around a barbecue grill transfixed on the sizzling meat dripping oil.

As they busied themselves, more Baobaos came in from outside the kindergarten.

One of the Baobaos, driven by curiosity, followed the others and seeing the busy scene ahead, asked,

“What’s this, it looks really fun.”

“We have just killed our original form and are now absorbing her power.”

A Baobao replied patiently.

“I’m so hungry, I really want to eat something, when will it be my turn?”

Another Baobao complained while looking at the numerous Baobaos in front of her.

“I’d like one too.”

The Baobao that followed crowded into the midst of the people, arriving at the center, to the remains that were left without even bones, just a few scraps of cloth.

“Really, you didn’t leave any?”

She looked at the Baobaos in surprise.

“That’s too much.”

“You’re not one of us?”

Suddenly, a Baobao with blood oozing from the corner of their mouth looked toward that Baobao.

“What are you talking about, I am one of you.”

Baobao stated like it was the most natural thing.

“She’s one of us.””No, that’s not right, her scent is different.””Who are you?””You’re not one of us.””Who is she, how did she slip in?””Is she real?””Impossible, the real one has been taken out by us.””She’s fake!””Then who is she?””Who is she?”

A group of Baobaos whispered to one another, discussing Baobao’s identity.

“Me? I’m Grilled Salt and Pepper Seal.”

Baobao revealed a cunning smile.

The next moment, all of the “Baobaos” present froze in their actions.

They were like marionettes without a puppeteer, heads and hands drooping down, unmoving.

“How interesting, you’ve chosen the most worthy model to imitate, but you have no corresponding power, just like children.”

Baobao leaned close to one of the “Baobaos,” inspecting them carefully and even pulling on their hand to examine it.

“Quite cute, just like me.”

She fondly caressed her own face for a while, then pinched the other’s soft cheek.

“Pity you chose the wrong target.”

Not bothering to play with the person who looked exactly like herself any longer, Baobao went to the kindergarten’s nap room and saw all the children and teachers held there, these people looked at Baobao in horror, mouths covered, unable to make a sound.

“No worries, the more frightened you are, the more I like it.”

Breathing in the air filled with fear, Baobao guessed that those replicas probably didn’t kill for fear of alerting her, and it wasn’t out of any mercy or goodness.

At that moment, Baobao’s phone rang.

She thought for a moment before realizing it was her own ringtone, picked up the phone, and saw that it was a call from Lu Ban.

“Hey, what made you think of me?”

Baobao answered the call.

Although the fact that Lu Ban could call her was a bit unbelievable, when she thought about the many replicas that attempted to kill her earlier, Lu Ban having her phone number seemed pretty normal by comparison.

“I’ve just been attacked by you, or rather, one of your replicas.”

Lu Ban didn’t bother with pleasantries, asking an avatar of the Outer Gods how her day was or if she was healthy seemed far too insincere, he got straight to the point without wasting time.

“It’s a coincidence, I was attacked too, do you have any clues?”

Baobao, apt at surfing the web, immediately followed up.

“Possibly, probably, maybe, indeed it’s related to me.”

Lu Ban answered.