I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 866 - 866 865. Hello senior

Chapter 866: 865. Hello senior Chapter 866: 865. Hello senior “Do you guys know each other?”

Ke Cheng noticed at this point that the person was speaking the same language as him.

“Of course we do, he’s… well, a very formidable guy!”

Baobao almost let something slip, but luckily caught herself in time.

Seeing Baobao, Lu Ban also quickly understood why she was here.

It was clear, some of the Players that Lu Ban had sent to the Foreign Domain had not yet returned.

It seemed this one was among them.

Since he hadn’t returned to Earth, Lu Ban did not have corresponding mission information for him.

Glancing at Baobao and then at Lu Ban, Ke Cheng felt that this person looked familiar, but couldn’t place where he had seen him.

However, it didn’t take long for Ke Cheng to realize that this person must also be a Chosen by Gods like himself!

He probably also suffered from a terminal illness and was completing tasks in the Foreign Domain. Looking at his appearance, his body had already undergone changes, probably having experienced several tasks already. He was a senior!

Ke Cheng understood the value of seeking protection from those more powerful. Since Baobao knew the man, there was no reason not to make his acquaintance.

“Hello, Senior.”

Ke Cheng immediately greeted Lu Ban and noticed Feng Yu behind him.

Were they a pair? Or was this woman, like himself, some kind of extraordinary being?

Ke Cheng’s mind began to race.

“Senior…”

Lu Ban thought for a moment and rounded up, indeed, he could consider himself a senior to the other person.

But he never expected to encounter in the task one of the Players he had sent out on missions. It gave him a sense of fate at play.

“What is your task?”

Lu Ban asked, feeling it would be humane to send the Player back first. Otherwise, if they encountered an Ancient Overlord in this [Splendid] difficulty, the unfortunate Player might just have his brain explode, leaving nothing but a writhing mass of flesh.

“…Survive until the storm is over.”

Ke Cheng responded.

“…That’s quite difficult.”

Lu Ban couldn’t help but say.

When the storm arrived, this city would surely be pushed to the brink by conflicts from various forces. By then, it would not be something Lu Ban could simply protect him from.

“Is it difficult?”

Ke Cheng, thinking that Lu Ban must have completed similar tasks before, spoke again.

“I’ve been here for two weeks now, and during that time, I gather intelligence during the day and sleep here at night. So far, I haven’t encountered any dangers. This city, how should I put it, is very safe, but it also gives off a spine-chilling vibe.”

“Spine-chilling?”

Lu Ban asked curiously.

“Yes, that is, everyone seems very friendly and the transactions are quite fair. There’s no bullying or brawling, and you don’t even need to lock your doors at night. It’s an incredibly perfect place.”

Ke Cheng shared his feelings.

“Why would that be spine-chilling?”

Lu Ban thought about it; such a life should be what everyone dreams of.

“When everyone behaves in a very orderly manner, it creates a sense of oppression, as if something is chasing after you.”

Ke Cheng said.

He remembered his former days working at an internet company, working over a dozen hours every day with hardly a few days off in a month. Back then, he felt an overwhelming pressure that left him breathless.

Of course, later when Ke Cheng was diagnosed with cancer, he no longer had to work and felt much more relaxed.

“You would fear making mistakes, fear that something unexpected might happen, fear those unknown threats.”

Ke Cheng continued to speak, his expression somewhat bewildered.

“It’s quite normal, really. When no one makes mistakes, it naturally creates immense pressure.”

Baobao mentioned it very casually.

Baobao, who had seen far more humans than Lu Ban could ever know, surely had her own unique understanding of human behavior.

“It’s like when you’re playing a game and you make a mistake; suddenly everyone’s focus is on you, causing you to become nervous. Now, take that into reality, where because no one breaks the rules, it makes people unsure whether their every move is in accordance with the rules of Utopia.”

Baobao explained simply.

“And such pressure can subtly influence people’s thoughts, eventually making everyone fear trying new things, fear exploration, and fear pursuing the unknown.”

Feng Yu followed, cautiously watching Baobao, knowing she was just an incarnation and not the actual mischievous entity itself, but her relationship with Lu Ban meant one had to stay on guard.

“Is that the fundamental reason why Utopia rejects exploration?”

Lu Ban roughly understood.

In everyday life, the reason people can maintain a relatively relaxed attitude is that even if someone makes a mistake, the punishment is not too severe; errors are permitted.

But in Utopia, once you break the rules, you could be exiled at the least, or at worst, it could mean death.

That’s too strict.

Even without intentionally breaking the rules, one would be afraid of accidentally making a mistake.

Such a society is far too strict.

Of course, the residents of Utopia, having lived in this environment from birth, are more or less accustomed to it.

For outsiders like Ke Cheng, however, it’s quite difficult to fit in.

“How much do you know about the Yellow Sand Brotherhood?”

Lu Ban asked again. As a Player who had spent the past two weeks in Utopia, Ke Cheng surely had a perspective different from that of the locals, and he might be able to identify problems.

“The Yellow Sand Brotherhood? They’re pretty nice guys, often distributing food. Though it’s not very tasty, at least it’s free,”

Ke Cheng said.

“As for anything else, I’ve heard they’re on good terms with traveling merchants, often able to purchase some odd and rare items. Almost all the wealthy people in Utopia are from the Yellow Sand Brotherhood.”

It sounded similar to what Lu Ban already knew.

“Have they been up to anything special lately, like new members or any notable activities?”

Lu Ban questioned further.

“I’m not too sure about that… I only know they’re probably not very dangerous.”

Ke Cheng answered.

After contemplating for a while, Lu Ban asked Ke Cheng to close his eyes.

The next moment, his right hand manifested a silver steel pen “Testament”, and above Ke Cheng’s head, countless pages of a book appeared.

“There are many things he might have seen, but his brain hasn’t processed or responded to, unable to form memories. It’s still easier to just flip through directly.”

Lu Ban explained briefly and then started to review Ke Cheng’s memories since arriving in the Wasteland.

To Lu Ban’s surprise, Ke Cheng apparently had no inappropriate thoughts about Baobao.

It wasn’t clear whether it’s because he was someone who had already died once and thus had let go of such things, or if he simply had no interest in women as they only slowed down his mission completion.

Continuing to flip through the pages, Lu Ban quickly found an image hidden in Ke Cheng’s memory.

The image was just a fleeting moment, one that Ke Cheng himself hadn’t even noticed, so his memory contained no related cognition.

It was a scene of Yellow Sand Brotherhood members distributing food like they usually did.

And around those people, there was a mist swirling.

That mist formed the shape of human faces.

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