I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 24 - 0. Sanity hits zero_1

Chapter 24: 024. Sanity hits zero_1

Chapter 24: 024. Sanity hits zero_1

[Sanity: 0]

Well, that’s something.

When Lu Ban saw this attribute, he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Well, that’s something.”

Overnight, his Sanity had dwindled to zero.

Based on the attribute’s definition, if Sanity dropped to zero, it implied that Lu Ban had completely lost all sense of reason.

Rationality, logic, thought; all these elements that define a human being, would have deserted Lu Ban.

Or to put it another way, if his Sanity dropped to zero, Lu Ban should have instantly fallen into an irreversible madness, yet how could he still appear as he does now?

Was there some kind of discrepancy?

Lu Ban felt quite healthy at the moment, both physically and psychologically.

Even more so, due to last night’s experience, Lu Ban believed his mental state was better than ever, as a few hours of undisturbed sleep had greatly helped to refresh his energy.

“I’ll go see a psychologist later,” Lu Ban thought to himself.

It was already way past six o’clock, nearly noon, Lu Ban took one last look at the dilapidated Jiangcheng Grand Theater, gathered his belongings, and walked out the door.

After taking the bus and subway back to the downtown area, he did not rush home but instead headed straight to Jiangcheng City People’s Hospital.

He stored his backpack and crowbar in a public locker, registered at the hospital, and sat on a long bench, waiting for the doctor to call his name.

“Sir, you really shouldn’t do that; smoking is prohibited in the hospital.”

When Lu Ban noticed the old man sitting next to him holding a self-rolled cigarette, shakily trying to light it, he swiftly snuffed it out with his finger.

The old man gave Lu Ban a glance, his eyes empty and lifeless, dark red veins pulsing beneath his pale skin.

Lu Ban noticed a mother with her silent child nearby, looking at him with fright, and she even turned her child’s head away to prevent eye contact with Lu Ban. He just smiled.

“Lu Ban to consultation room number two, please. Lu Ban to consultation room number two.”

Upon hearing his name, Lu Ban straightened his clothes and proceeded to the consultation room.

Opposite him was a male doctor in a white coat, around forty years old, wearing rimless square glasses, and exuding a kind demeanor.

“Hello, my surname is Hao. You can call me Dr. Hao.”

He introduced himself and shook hands with Lu Ban.

“Do you feel any discomfort in your heart, or are you having any emotional problems?”

With a clipboard and pen in hand, and Lu Ban’s newly acquired medical file beside him, Dr. Hao asked in a gentle tone.

After hearing Dr. Hao’s question, Lu Ban pondered for a moment before calmly responding.

“I think I might have gone insane.”

“?”

Dr. Hao was taken aback.

He examined Lu Ban from head to toe, adjusting his glasses.

“Are you saying that you think something’s wrong with your mental health?”

“Yes,” Lu Ban nodded.

“Are there any symptoms?”

Having treated patients for many years, Dr. Hao had encountered a wide array of psychiatric cases.

There were those who became depressed practicing Sword Techniques they found online, big bosses who constantly felt threatened by conspirators, and even an “Assassin” who considered a potted plant his friend and wore sunglasses at night.

Most psychiatric patients upon sitting down, when faced with Dr. Hao’s inquiry, would first say: I’m not sick.

It was quite rare for someone like Lu Ban to start with “I’m insane.”

Of course, it wasn’t unheard of.

For example, there had been a rich young man who, after hitting someone with his car, repeatedly ran over the victim. He later insisted on being diagnosed with a mental disorder to evade punishment. But Dr. Hao, of course, adhered to the facts and watched as the young man was sent to prison.

“Lately, I’ve been repeatedly encountering ghosts. They want to kill me, torment me. I’ve even seen monsters in the stars that could annihilate humanity just by opening their eyes,” Lu Ban answered honestly to the doctor’s question.

“Ghosts?”

While patiently following up on Lu Ban’s statements, Dr. Hao jotted down a few words on his clipboard.

Delusional Disorder, ghost-related.

“Yes, there are at least two ghosts in my house.”

Lu Ban nodded.

“Do you think they will harm you?”

“One might, the other probably won’t.”

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“Oh.”

Dr. Hao wrote a few more words on his clipboard.

Delusional disorder, light, with a questionable tendency towards schizophrenia.

“You seem very calm about this. Are you not afraid of the ghosts harming you?”

“I can smash them with a crowbar, and I can play the suona to exorcise them.”

“Suona?”

Dr. Hao paused.

Exorcising with a suona felt like it had many issues, yet somehow it seemed unproblematic.

“Yes, I have a suona. If I play it, I can see a dark yellow planet in the universe. On that planet, there exists a great being in hibernation, not yet awakened. It influences mankind with the murmurs from its dreams, driving humans into madness…”

Lu Ban detailed what he had seen.

The system of Silent Lands didn’t have a confidentiality principle, and it even provided task videos to Lu Ban, clearly not caring about secrecy.

But a normal person wouldn’t believe Lu Ban’s words without experiencing it firsthand.

Dr. Hao continued to listen to Lu Ban’s story and wrote another sentence on the paper.

Delusional disorder, extremely severe, has developed its own set of world theories, recommend imaging to observe potential organic brain changes.

The condition wasn’t mild.

“I saw you looking over here as if you wanted to say something from the beginning. Do you have a question?”

Dr. Hao asked again.

“No.”

Lu Ban promptly responded, shifting his gaze away from the comically smiling doll on Dr. Hao’s shoulder.

“…Alright, I understand your situation now.”

Dr. Hao completed his notes, then continued.

“I think your condition might be due to excessive stress, possibly from experiences in your childhood or a recent trauma. It’s better to maintain a normal mindset towards these matters.”

“For instance, ghosts and spirits—obviously, they do not exist in this world. Your belief in them is likely due to excessive delusions.”

Dr. Hao recalled the content of a chat among nurses that morning about a paranormal video.

“Many of what you perceive to be ghosts and spirits are just special effects. I’ve heard that there are some viral paranormal videos online, claimed to contain ghosts, but actually, they are obviously fake and the effects are recognizable. Why don’t you watch a few of them? Let me find…”

Dr. Hao took out his phone, did a quick search, and soon found the video with more than six million views. He handed his phone to Lu Ban.

Lu Ban took the phone, saw the video titled “DO NOT OPEN AT NIGHT!!!”, and saw his own room in the video, and himself lying down.

“But doctor…”

Lu Ban pointed at the video on the phone, his expression unchanged.

“That person in there is me.”

“???”

Dr. Hao’s forehead creased with question marks.

He quickly scrubbed through the video’s timeline, and then, he saw the man lying on the bed, dark handprints appearing on his body, struggling with his eyes closed—it really was Lu Ban.

“Let’s do this… go get a CT scan, and we can look for any pathological changes afterward.”

He handed Lu Ban a note, watched the kind and average-looking man leave the room, and didn’t rush to call the next patient. Instead, he watched the six-minute video in its entirety.

After a while, Dr. Hao, who had nearly dropped his phone, touched his shoulder, picked up his pen again, and transformed his early conclusions—drawn with circles and dots on his clipboard—into a diagnostic result.

Severe delusional disorder, persecutory delusional disorder, schizophrenia, has formed a complete and self-consistent worldview, delusional behavior projected into reality, with tendencies towards mild self-harm and masochism, recommend long-term observation.

After writing, Dr. Hao recorded these details in Lu Ban’s medical record within the hospital’s internal system and made a brief note in the system linked with the police.

The note was only four words long.

[Very dangerous!]

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