I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 898 - 898 897. As expected

Chapter 898: 897. As expected Chapter 898: 897. As expected They had added each other on WeChat and finished their meal, so Qin Tiantian and Lu Ban said goodbye and headed back to their dorms.

Lu Ban and the girl cleaned up their plates and left the cafeteria, walking through the university campus.

The feeling was strange, even though Lu Ban had been certain before that this place was the Illusion Realm, something unreal.

But after thinking about it, his experience of crossing over was also quite peculiar; normal people wouldn’t believe in crossing over.

Compared to crossing over, the explanation of it being a mental illness seemed even more common.

The girl beside him glanced at her phone, replied to a message, and then said to Lu Ban,

“I have a classmate coming over later; you’ve met her before—Yang Hongye.”

“Oh…”

When Lu Ban heard this name, he felt a sense of inevitability.

He and the girl waited outside the university’s north gate for a while before they saw a girl in a long dress waving to them.

Seeing her face, Lu Ban confirmed it was indeed Red Leaf.

Comparing her to the Red Leaf in his memory, she seemed younger, although slightly more mature than the girl next to him but still just a teenage girl.

The two of them together did look quite sisterly.

“What, is there something on my face?”

Just like the other girl, upon seeing Lu Ban’s gaze, Red Leaf subconsciously touched her cheek.

“No, I just didn’t expect to see you here,”

Lu Ban said.

“To see me here?”

Red Leaf was puzzled.

“It’s nothing, let’s go. We can talk more once we get back,”

the girl said, taking Red Leaf’s hand to prevent Lu Ban from saying anything strange.

The two young ladies walked ahead, chatting and laughing.

But the girl would occasionally look back at Lu Ban, engaging him in conversation with various topics to prevent him from feeling out of place as he followed them.

The three of them returned to the girls’ home.

The house was clean and tidy, but it lacked a lived-in feel.

With parents specialized in archaeology, the girl’s own cooking skills were probably lacking as well, so she rarely used the stove.

Lu Ban watched the two girls gossiping leisurely and felt an unusual sensation.

In the real world, they certainly wouldn’t be able to live such normal lives.

They would rush towards their destinies and ultimately wither away.

Pain and sorrow would become crowns worn on their heads, heavy and impossible to cast off.

At least in the Illusion Realm, they were just ordinary girls with their own lives, their futures filled with hope.

He took out his phone and started to surf the internet again.

This world, though similar, was not quite the same as the one he knew, and more importantly, Lu Ban wanted to find familiar people who could help him escape his predicament.

The first people he thought of were Charlotte and Baobao.

These two were on par with The Dark One in terms of strength. If this really was an illusion created by The Dark One, then they should have some means to counteract it.

Moreover, Baobao’s avatar was in the Wasteland, and now that there was an issue, it was impossible that she didn’t know.

Lu Ban first searched for the names he was familiar with, but those names were very common, and a search yielded tens of thousands of results with no apparent relevance.

He also searched for the movies he knew, but naturally, they weren’t available in this world.

When he searched for Jiangcheng Grand Theater, a fire did exist, but there were no casualties, and the area was now thriving as an arts and cultural park.

Websites like the Ancient Overlord Video Network didn’t exist here, only a few regular video sites he recognized, and his account was simply a Level 5.

He even looked up the Ancient Overlords he knew, but there were no relevant results to be found.

Or rather, being able to type those names at all was already an anomaly.

In Lu Ban’s understanding, those names bore significant Pollution; just being aware of them was enough to drive one mad.

Yet now, these names could be typed out with ease, even becoming names for pets.

“This really is the Illusion Realm,”

Lu Ban muttered to himself.

He lifted his head and saw two girls had finished washing up and changed into pajamas.

Both were cute styles, one in light blue with a cat design, the other in pale pink with a kitty pattern.

They looked like the girl’s pajamas.

“Red Leaf is staying over at my place tonight, so you can’t eavesdrop on our little secrets, okay?”

She said, handing Lu Ban her house key while also taking a key to Lu Ban’s place.

Of course, a sleepover at Lu Ban’s was out of the question, so Lu Ban returned to his own home.

Lying in the freshly made bed, the familiar yet alien ceiling filled Lu Ban’s vision.

For a moment, he was unaccustomed to not needing music to accompany the night.

At midnight, Lu Ban closed his eyes and began playing the game of counting heartbeats, following the memory he had.

But this time, there was no change, no feeling of chest tightness or inability to move.

After counting heartbeats, he looked under the bed.

The bottom of the bed was sealed.

“Alright.”

Lu Ban got up, opened the closet, and looked at the empty space inside, a few clothes, no Blulu dolls, and no strange eyes.

He went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and looked at the mirror.

The Lu Ban in the mirror was an exact copy of him, perfectly imitating his movements.

He whistled, attempting to summon the Hunter that could traverse the Foreign Domain, naturally, after a long wait, there was no response.

At that moment, Lu Ban had a sudden idea.

Although he couldn’t melt or grow grass, these were innate properties of his essence; should he suffer fatal harm, would these abilities activate automatically?

After all, this was the Illusion Realm, merely the domain of consciousness, changing nothing about Lu Ban’s actual state.

So, if Lu Ban injures himself, he could try to return to reality.

With that thought, Lu Ban immediately went to the kitchen.

Luckily, there was a kitchen knife, although it hadn’t been used for a long time.

Lu Ban took out the knife and assessed its sharpness, which was passable enough.

He realized that he really wasn’t skilled with a knife.

Taking out his phone, Lu Ban searched how to use a kitchen knife to kill, memorizing it.

He picked up the knife, rehearsing the motion, ready to make the cut.

As the blade was about to fall, he suddenly felt the angle wasn’t quite right.

Lu Ban adjusted it and was about to proceed again.

The knife pressed against his skin, Lu Ban remembered that he hadn’t cleared his phone’s browsing history.

Although unsure whether he would die from the cut, he still had to ensure he wouldn’t “socially” die.

After checking his phone, he also cleaned up his computer.

Prepared, Lu Ban drew the knife down.

But just as he lifted the knife, a cry of alarm came from behind him.

“No!”

Lu Ban startled, and the knife almost dropped.

Before he could turn around, he was grabbed by the wrist, held from behind in an embrace that prevented him from cutting.

“Aren’t we not supposed to harm ourselves? What are you doing, Lu Ban?”

The girl’s voice from behind brought a moment of hesitation to Lu Ban.

At least now, he couldn’t proceed with his attempt.

He slowly put down the knife.

Under the moonlight, he saw tears of anxiety fall from the girl’s eyes, gleaming with a cool shine.

*

Today, Teyvat opened up, and I can wander through it again.

Seeking recommendation tickets, seeking monthly tickets!