I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 921 - 921 920. Zero Point Bar

Chapter 921: 920. Zero Point Bar Chapter 921: 920. Zero Point Bar Lu Ban pushed open the door and heard the sound in the bar suddenly disappear, as if it had abruptly stopped doing business, silent and soundless.

Had it been before, Lu Ban might have been wary, concerned whether there was some eerie rule in place, yet in this world of diminished mystery and supernatural instances, it was just the opening of a door.

Nothing to it.

He peeked inside the bar and discovered that the lights weren’t on either, just pitch blackness.

Only the scant moonlight pouring in through the windows allowed him to make out part of the space inside the bar.

He tried to get a closer look.

“Is anybody there?”

Lu Ban asked again.

No response.

He took two more steps.

At that moment, Lu Ban noticed what seemed to be a pair of eyes watching him.

Those eyes were behind the bar, like a voyeur hidden in the shadows, only that pair of eyes glimmering faintly as if reflecting the moonlight.

Another pair of eyes, close to a table, appeared to belong to a figure, but in the dim environment, it was impossible to discern the silhouette. It was like a puddle of muck, with an unsettling sense of dread.

Suddenly, Lu Ban realized that in the bar, beside the tables, on the chairs, on the stage, in front of the bar, countless eyes opened and looked at him. The bodies of these eyes were indistinct, all a blur, as if the bar was filled with a gathering of amorphous monsters.

“Hello?”

Lu Ban greeted and took another step forward, his gaze searching for the light switch.

“Sorry.”

Suddenly, a response came from behind him with a thick local accent, and he immediately turned around.

A young man wearing a casual T-shirt and shorts, with dense hair on his arms, appeared behind Lu Ban, holding a bottle of beer, as if he was a waiter serving drinks to patrons.

“What would you like to drink?”

He asked Lu Ban.

“Are you still open here?”

Lu Ban asked calmly, looking into his eyes.

“Of course, we’re open. Would you like a drink? Today’s recommendation is Long Island Iced Tea.”

He answered matter-of-factly, lifting the beer bottle in his hand.

Lu Ban turned his head in the direction of the waiter’s gesture and noticed that the eerie environment had suddenly vanished without a trace, with bright lights now illuminating the place where tourists and locals were heartily drinking. Behind the bar, the bartender was polishing glasses, obviously not paying any attention to Lu Ban.

The lively music started playing by his ear, and Lu Ban, watching the bustling scene inside the bar, couldn’t tell which was the reality for a moment.

“Lu Ban.”

The voice of Cui Siter came from the doorway, and Lu Ban saw Cui Siter and Shia standing outside, looking at him somewhat oddly.

“I think it’s best if you come out.”

Cui Siter suggested, having not stepped into the bar.

Lu Ban didn’t heed Cui Siter’s words; he quickly found the couple he had seen during the day among the tourists, engaged in a brief exchange with the waiter, and then walked toward the couple.

“How’s your friend doing?”

Lu Ban asked directly.

The couple had two huge beer mugs on their table, and they were obviously a bit tipsy, faces flushed red, slumped over in their chairs, looking sleepy and bleary-eyed.

“Friend?”

The girl was a little puzzled; it took her a while to comprehend Lu Ban’s words, and after belching a boozy burp, she straightened up slightly.

“Monica is lying in the hospital, haha, she’s in the hospital.”

She smiled and scratched her head, as if she had just remembered something, and looked over at Lu Ban again.

“She’s fine, really fine.”

As the girl responded, the scratching of her head grew more frantic, as though her head was incredibly itchy, with ants or spiders crawling across it.

“She got lucky, survived.”

The male student seemed to wake up; he spoke and picked up the cup from the table. Although there wasn’t even a drop of drink left, he pretended the cup was full, tilting it and gulping the air.

If there were Oscar judges present, they would surely award the young man for his outstanding performance of acting with something imaginary.

“Really fine, really fine.”

On the other side, the girl appeared to have stopped scratching her head at last, but between her fingers were strands of hair, like those of a cancer patient who had undergone radiation therapy.

It seemed that was not enough; she continued scratching, and this time, even more hair fell out.

“Really fine, REALLY FINE!!!”

She shouted like a drunkard, or rather like a madman who had lost their sanity.

Lu Ban approached her; he saw that the girl’s hair was being torn out, leaving sparse patches that exposed the bloodied scalp.

“Are you okay?”

Lu Ban asked, but the girl gave no response, continually scratching her head.

At the door, Cui Siter saw the brightly lit bar with music flowing out and found it even more eerie.

He was certain the place had been silent with no sound just moments before, but what he saw now denied all of Cui Siter’s senses.

What on earth was this place?

Cui Siter saw Lu Ban walk over to a man and a woman and seemed to be talking to them.

After a moment’s thought, Cui Siter looked towards Shia.

“Wait for me outside. If anything happens, run and go find Chen Danshen and He Youwu at the hotel.”

“Mhm.”

Shia didn’t say much; she trusted Cui Siter’s judgment.

Cui Siter entered the bar. The more jubilant the music surrounding the room, the more sinister he felt.

Especially when he took a closer look at the seemingly joyful patrons of the bar.

At first glance, these people seemed to be drinking and chatting. But that was only at first glance.

Cui Siter noticed that some appeared to have lost consciousness, rolling their eyes and convulsing, while others babbled nonsense. They seemed engaged in conversation, but in reality, couldn’t string together a coherent sentence, like broken record players. Others pretended to eat, moving knives and forks over empty plates.

“Do you want to take a ride with the trigonometric functions in the ocean? My god, this paradox could be used to make bread. In my opinion, the best time to sleep is when red dolphins and elephants fly together in the sky.”

Passing by a man who talked utter nonsense, Cui Siter reached Lu Ban’s back.

“We better leave this place.”

Cui Siter gave a word of caution.

“Would you like some as well?”

The man in front held up the completely empty plate, and almost pleadingly said to Lu Ban.

“There’s something really wrong with you guys.”

Lu Ban said, while the girl beside him had nearly lost all her hair. She lifted her head, her eyes sunken, her eyes brimming with bloody tears. The blood slowly seeped from her nostrils, the corners of her mouth, and ears, mirroring the skin and scalp that was a gruesome sight.

Cui Siter saw white bone through the scalp – she had scratched through the flesh, exposing the skeleton beneath.

Dong, dong, dong—

The clock struck the hour.

“Join us, join us.”

The man hurriedly stood up and lunged toward Lu Ban.