I Forged the Myth of Chapter 909 - 909 908. Jade Pendant

??Chapter 909: 908. Jade Pendant

Chapter 909: 908. Jade Pendant

“Uncle Cui?”

Lu Ban looked toward Cui Siter, curious about the relationship between the two in this world.

“This is Joe Shia, a colleague’s daughter; you two should be classmates. She is also a student at Jiangcheng University.”

Cui Siter gave a brief introduction.

Lu Ban stared at Shia’s face, trying to rember, but nothing clear ca to mind.

He had a super mory in this world, so if he couldn’t recall upon seeing the person herself, it probably ant they had never t.

Although the likelihood that this place was an Illusion Realm had greatly increased, Lu Ban still couldn’t be certain whether this was completely fictional or so real existing Foreign Domain.

The difference was crucial; if this world was entirely fictional, then everything Lu Ban did would not affect others—he could be more carefree.

But if this was so real existing Foreign Domain, then people like Cui Siter, Shia, and Amber were actually alive. Others Lu Ban didn’t know would also have their own lives, and he couldn’t just barrel through the place like a Chosen by Gods with no considerations.

“Who are you?”

Shia observed Lu Ban carefully, her expression quickly changing to one of realization.

“You’re that classmate who had a ntal breakdown before, aren’t you?”

She was blunt.

“You had an episode during a public lecture; it was I who subdued you.”

There was a hint of pride in her voice.

Lu Ban suddenly felt a faint pain in his abdon; perhaps the muscles were recalling the incident.

After a brief talk, Lu Ban roughly gathered that he had spouted nonsense during a university public lecture and then was knocked unconscious by Shia, who was seated next to him. When he woke up, he was already in the Jiangcheng ntal Health Center.

Lu Ban had her to thank for that.

“I’m really sorry about that ti, but I just couldn’t hold you down and had to use force. Are you discharged now? Is your illness treated?”

Shia inquired, with a touch of guilt.

“It’s alright, I don’t rember it anymore.”

Lu Ban replied honestly.

“That’s great. I’ve learned a thing or two from my dad; I can fight pretty well. I knocked you out with one punch, didn’t cause too much trouble.”

Shia said proudly, then glanced at the two policen lying on the ground.

“What’s going on here? I didn’t even notice until I started moving.”

“Did you start off with physical action?”

Lu Ban comnted and then looked at the luggage.

“These might contain stolen Pollution items. Don’t act hastily; you could be affected.”

He didn’t know how severe the Pollution was in this world, but given the appearance of the two fallen officers, Lu Ban suspected it could be quite significant.

“Would gloves be of any help?”

Cui Siter fumbled a few pairs of rubber gloves from a cabinet nearby.

“They’re useless.”

Lu Ban pointed at the fallen officers, who were also wearing the sa type of gloves.

“This isn’t about physical Pollution; sotis, just a glance can drive you mad.”

He crouched down, rummaging through the disorganized luggage.

Neat clothes, a computer, toiletries, everything ticulously in place, suggesting the owner was a well-behaved, seemingly normal person.

“rely a glance could lead to madness?”

Shia was perplexed and looked towards Cui Siter for an answer.

After all, in Shia’s mind, Lu Ban was still a ntal patient, and she was unsure whether his words were to be believed.

“Wait for

outside the door.”

Cui Siter instructed Shia to wait in the hallway.

It wasn’t like he truly believed the claims that a single look could drive one to madness; it was just a precaution. If Shia turned out like those police officers, Cui Siter was not confident he could defeat her.

“Oh.”

With a simple acknowledgent, Shia didn’t ask further questions and slipped out into the hallway.

Lu Ban quickly ca across a clue.

Lifting up a piece of disheveled clothing, he spotted a jade pendant-like, translucent object placed beneath it.

At first sight of the object, Lu Ban felt his heart lurch.

His heartbeat accelerated, his breath grew rapid, his vision beca dominated by a kaleidoscope of colors. Lu Ban felt a wave of dizziness, an experience he had not encountered in a long ti.

Whispers like the wind murmured in his ear, fragnted and indecipherable, only serving to aggravate him, urging an impulse to destroy sothing as if that would quiet the entire world.

He looked at Cui Siter, who had morphed into a twisted monster with dozens of eyes and countless tentacles, searching for prey. Not only had Cui Siter transford, but the entire room had also beco fierce and terrifying.

Lu Ban understood clearly that this was a cognitive distortion caused by pollution.

In reality, Cui Siter should be standing right in front of him, unchanged.

Lu Ban was battle-hardened and had seen much, so this level of cognitive distortion couldn’t affect him.

But it was different for those police officers. After being exposed to the pollution, they mistook their comrades for monsters; every movent seed to threaten them, prompting a violent reaction, ultimately leading to the scene he had just witnessed.

Lu Ban glanced back at the jade pendant on the ground. A continuously writhing object was crawling across the floor, staying still in one spot but shaking in a nauseating manner that nearly made him vomit.

He reached for the jade pendant and grabbed what appeared to be a soft towel from the ground to wrap it up.

Droning filled Lu Ban’s ears, reminiscent of hundreds of mosquitoes buzzing around his head.

He closed his eyes, then opened them once more; the world remained unchanged.

“Bring over a tal box, place it on the floor.”

Lu Ban called out to the squirming Cui Siter.

“■■■■■.”

Cui Siter seed to say sothing, but Lu Ban couldn’t understand it. He felt as if his nostrils were bleeding, his eyes dry as if engulfed in a sandstorm. Rubbing his eyes, a red liquid sared onto the back of his hand from the corner of his eye, staining his clothes.

Drip, drip—blood fell to the floor, blooming and withering like flowers.

Finally, Cui Siter returned, placing a tal box on the ground.

Lu Ban quickly put the wrapped pendant into the box, securely closed it, and pushed it against the wall.

The murmuring in his ears imdiately subsided. Lu Ban’s vision blurred, and he managed to leave a warning for Cui Siter to stay away from the box, before losing consciousness, collapsing on the ground with a crisp sound.

A bizarre dream enveloped Lu Ban. He felt himself beco a mushroom, quietly growing in a corner of the wall. Soon, he transford into a tentacled bird, flitting through a scorched forest, his head hitting the ground, and again changing into a fish with lizard-like claws and jellyfish tentacles in its tail. He felt free, as if nothing could disturb his peace.

At that mont, he sensed sothing watching him.

Lu Ban looked up and saw a giant, russet eye stretching across the sky.

Alarm bells sounded, and Lu Ban awoke.