??Chapter 764: 763. Wipe it and it can still be used_1
Chapter 764: 763. Wipe it and it can still be used_1
The witness was taken care of.
After resolving the issue with the witness, Lu Ban returned to his villa.
Surveying the ssy scene, Lu Ban suddenly realized a problem.
That was where the strange pollutants had gone.
As everyone knows, pollution is not energy and does not adhere to any conservation laws. Pollution only increases, and with the exchange of knowledge, it forms new contaminants, eventually becoming an unsolvable problem.
Similarly, pollution does not disappear; it simply transforms from one form into another, becoming more severe and driving people mad.
Therefore, since those three contaminated objects had destroyed each other just now, the pollution they carried did not vanish.
Lu Ban searched around the house and quickly discovered where the pollution had gone.
It was the shattered mirror in the bathroom.
Lu Ban stood in front of the mirror, noticing the cracks spreading from the several holes, dividing the entire mirror into different sections.
He observed carefully, seeing different reflections of himself in the mirror.
So Lu Bans were crying in sorrow, like orphans who had just lost their families, so were in a rage, violently smashing everything in the house, and so were ecstatic, shaking their arms and legs wildly, like patients just discharged from a ntal hospital.
Lu Ban scrutinized, focusing on one particular reflection of himself.
“I just want to drink ‘Morning Star’; with ‘Morning Star,’ I can beco a good adult,” said that Lu Ban in a child-like tone, sounding like a silly pheasant.
“What exactly is ‘Morning Star’?”
Lu Ban checked his phone and couldn’t find what it was, but during his childhood, the market indeed had a phase where such nutritional supplents were available, along with many brainwashing advertisents. He had never consud it, but many parents had bought it to enhance their children’s intellect.
In Lu Ban’s opinion, if drugs could enhance intellect, human developnt would be far too easy.
Looking at the foolishly smiling Lu Ban in the mirror, he suddenly felt a thought erge in his head.
Wanting to drink ‘Morning Star’.
Once this thought appeared, it beca hard to suppress. Lu Ban even fantasized himself drinking down the crimson potion, lost in euphoria.
However, for Lu Ban, who could converse with an avatar of the Ancient Overlord with ease, such thoughts were fleeting and quickly extinguished.
If it were a common person, they might have been beguiled by these thoughts, falling into madness.
This also showed that the mirror’s influence had grown stronger; initially, it could only give Lu Ban minor hallucinations, but now it could impact his consciousness instantly.
The pollution level of this mirror was probably the sum of the three, or even more.
Lu Ban placed his hand on the shattered mirror, and countless words erged.
“A broken mirror, no one knows what it has witnessed, but at least it can still be used after a clean.”
“Every reflection will give rise to an avatar, be careful, and don’t let them replace you.”
“When you’re tired, perhaps you can look in the mirror and let them solve various problems in your real life.”
Clearly, after being reflected by this mirror, the avatars within it would attempt to replace the actual person.
As for what those avatars might do, that’s hard to say.
It could be just a sniveling crybaby, a rage-filled maniac, or possibly a foolish child with ‘Morning Star’ on their mind, like the one before.
With these thoughts, Lu Ban grew curious again.
There was a similar mirror in his own ho, and the Lu Ban in the mirror could move freely as well. If he were to place two mirrors facing each other, he wondered what might be created.
He felt like an alchemist now, constantly trying to mix different things together to create sothing that made one’s scalp tingle.
After covering the mirror with a bedsheet, Lu Ban slept beautifully in his new ho.
The next day, Lu Ban found soone to move the mirror back. When he got ho, he placed it face to face with the bathroom mirror and then lifted the bedsheet that covered it.
Glancing between them, he saw nothing in the mirror.
The Lu Ban in the mirror had disappeared, at least from sight.
Did he know about the experint and decide to hide?
Lu Ban looked around and soon found the Lu Ban in the mirror cowering behind the coffee table in the corner of the large mirror in the living room, shivering.
“Is this it? Is this okay?”
Lu Ban said, and it seed that the Lu Ban in the mirror also knew that one of the mirrors was nearing the level of a truly creepy object, so he had quickly run off to avoid being blown up.
After covering the shattered mirror in the bathroom with a bedsheet, Lu Ban checked the status of his task.
[Task requirent: Magic Network Influence: 8975/10000000]
“Progress is a bit slow,”
thought Lu Ban.
Ten million influence points—by the current rate, it would take several more months to complete.
Of the thirty-five players now, only about four could make it through the first task, with most getting stuck on the second one.
“They need to co to this world to gain more influence points,”
Lu Ban pondered.
However, if these people were to co to this world through “Morning Star,” there was no guarantee they wouldn’t engage in classic player behavior, causing widespread destruction, which could lead to not just injury but potentially harm ordinary people’s lives and damage property.
“If only there were so ruins or sothing else for them to explore…”
As Lu Ban was considering this, his phone suddenly vibrated.
He picked it up to see a ssage from Feng Yu.
This class leader had so tricky issues to deal with before and hadn’t contacted Lu Ban for a while. Now suddenly sending a ssage probably ant that either the issues were resolved or she was about to be overwheld by them.
Upon opening WeChat, Lu Ban saw not a ssage from Feng Yu but a location and a link.
Clicking on the location, he found it was not in the country but across the ocean.
Massachusetts, Miskatonic Town.
Clicking on the link, Lu Ban discovered it was an invitation.
“Dear Director Lu Ban, we are honored to invite you to attend the Miskatonic Film Festival and serve as a jury mber…”
The invitation had a black background with white letters floating upon it like mist, inviting Lu Ban to the festival to serve as a judge for the movies. He had received many such invitations ever since he rose to fa; film festivals of all kinds and sizes hoped he would attend and be a judge to add value to their events.
“Are they inviting
to attend a film festival?”
Lu Ban pondered.
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