I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 93 - 092. Draw another one_1

Chapter 93: 092. Draw another one_1

Chapter 93: 092. Draw another one_1

The next day, Lu Ban arrived at the villa district that was a thirty-minute drive from Jiangcheng University.

Though called a villa district, not many wealthy people actually lived here; most of the villas were rented out for short stays or simply left to grow over with vegetation. By the end of the year, Jiangcheng University students would often rent them for the whole night to party.

Of course, even so, the villas here were expensive, beyond Lu Ban’s current affordability.

“…If you guys want to play video games, this game room has all sorts of consoles and a few computers. Gaming together won’t be a problem, and there’s a billiard room in the basement. Feel free to use the kitchen too; the neighboring villas are unoccupied, so you can stay up all night without worrying about disturbing anyone…”

The rental agent was introducing the condition of the villa to Lu Ban.

“Can the swimming pool be used?”

Lu Ban glanced at the empty pool.

“…Of course, if you require, we can arrange for cleaning, just pay an extra cleaning fee.”

The agent was stunned for a moment, not expecting Lu Ban to have such an interest.

Maintaining a swimming pool was already challenging, and it was unusual for anyone renting a villa for the day to want to swim, so this request from Lu Ban was unexpected.

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“Fine, I’ll pay for two days’ rent, have it cleaned by tomorrow noon.”

Lu Ban was quite generous, spending just over three thousand for a day’s rental, a small price in comparison to his life.

The following noon, he came to the villa with some overnight belongings, only to see the lights on in the neighboring building, with silhouettes moving about, seemingly university students having a party.

“Military training isn’t over yet, and it’s not even October. Are university students nowadays so carefree?”

Lu Ban felt puzzled.

As he turned to go back to his own villa, he came upon two pale-faced girls who were startled by his sudden appearance.

“Ah!”

Under the bright afternoon sunshine, they hugged each other, as if Lu Ban was some unblinking, murderous demon.

“Are you from Jiangcheng University?”

Lu Ban spoke up, cutting off the scream that was about to come out of them.

“Yes, yes…”

The responding girl was timid and wary.

“You sure have a rich extracurricular life. Don’t worry, I’ve also rented a place for the day, right next to you.”

Lu Ban pointed to the dark, eerily quiet villa next door.

“Are you alone?”

The other girl asked curiously, without any restraint.

“People need to take a break for themselves occasionally.”

Without further explanation, Lu Ban said goodbye to the two and took out the keys he received from the rental agent, opening the door to the villa.

He walked into the living room and turned on the lights. The villa was clean and tidy. Although it was broad daylight outside, the place seemed a bit cold and eerie, the vast space hollow and somehow filled with an obscure presence at the same time.

“Not bad.”

He quickly whipped up something to eat; his home kitchen had but a stove, while the villa boasted an oven and a barbecue grill. Lu Ban put an entire rack of lamb in the oven, set the timer, then changed into swim trunks and headed to the backyard pool.

The swimming pool had been cleaned, and it was filled with clear water. Although there was still a smell of disinfectant, it wasn’t a big deal.

Lu Ban stepped into the pool.

Swimming around for a while with skills somewhat sourced from “Underwater Breathing”, Lu Ban reached the center of the pool and was about to dive when he noticed a second-floor window of the neighboring villa was open, with a clear view into the pool.

“If I get seen, it’ll scare the kids to death. Good thing no one’s around—let’s make this quick,” he said.

He immediately exchanged for the “Madman’s Knowledge.”

But what appeared in Lu Ban’s palm this time was something like a blob of jelly.

From this greenish, semi-transparent jelly, one could vaguely make out the shape of a head that didn’t belong to any human—like those entirely cartilaginous marine creatures, somewhat resembling a jellyfish.

“I hope it’s from He Dao.”

With a chuckle, Lu Ban crushed the head.

The greenish gel immediately turned into flowing liquid and surged into Lu Ban’s body through his nostrils, mouth, and ears.

“…No problem, we don’t have any problems, the Shrine has already confirmed it, the Poetry Festival will go ahead as planned…”

“…Rest assured, we are a professional team, we won’t let any visitors encounter danger…”

“…The Pollution that was spreading near Song Island has been controlled, please don’t worry…”

“…I see it, I see it, my Light of Life, my Fire of Desire, my Soul, my Sin, please forgive me…”

“…The fog is toxic, not the death-inducing kind, but the kind that drives one mad. They’re all mad, completely mad, all of those people are mad…”

“…We have reasons to believe that his departure is just an accidental occurrence, and ensuring the Poetry Festival proceeds is our top priority now…”

Lu Ban’s fresh blood diffused into the clear water of the pond, and under the sunlight’s illumination, the blood appeared a deep black.

But green plants grew rapidly from Lu Ban’s body. Nourished by the blood, they greedily absorbed the sunlight, and Lu Ban resembled a clump of seaweed, drifting with the waves in a swimming pool.

Ten minutes later, Lu Ban who had sunk to the bottom emerged from the water’s surface.

“Huff, huff, huff—”

He breathed in the fresh air, feeling like he had narrowly escaped death.

“Sure enough, I recover faster under the sun. I was right.”

Swimming tiredly to the edge of the pool, Lu Ban sat on the rim, gazing at the reddened water.

“This information is indeed from He Dao,” he mused.

“The Wasteland is certainly a hunting mission, and those monsters have almost the same intelligence as humans, capable of setting traps. Without heavy firepower to clear them out, they’ll be tough to handle.”

“And He Dao seems more inclined towards mystery. Yes, the toxic fog that drives people mad must be the ‘Sigh of the Indefinite Mist.’ It causes hallucinations, making people seem insane.”

“Moreover, it looks like this fog has already spread to the site of the Poetry Festival, yet the organizers have no intention of halting the event and are still going ahead with it. That’s a bit irresponsible. No wonder it’ll lead to disaster…”

“Besides the fog, there must be some mysterious force beguiling people’s minds, contaminating those with high sensitivity to inspiration like artists. Perhaps that’s the reason for the artists’ disappearances.”

“It seems many have assured that there are no problems on Song Island, but accidents happened regardless. Is it really just a coincidence, or are those guarantees themselves unreliable?”

“Compared to natural disasters, the events on Song Island seem more like man-made catastrophes… Speaking of which, I wonder if He Dao has any ghosts or anything like that.”

As Lu Ban pondered, he glanced at the neighboring villa’s window, hoping that the spectacle he’d just performed hadn’t been seen.

It would be so embarrassing.

Yet when he looked towards that open window, Lu Ban suddenly realized that there stood a young man clad in a jacket stained with blood, pale and lacking any color in his face, with eyes pitch black and devoid of whites.

He was staring at Lu Ban.

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The author’s assistant seems to have not saved the last chapter properly; the first draw was for the Wasteland, which has already been corrected!