I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 59 - 0. Single-item dispatch_1

Chapter 59: 059. Single-item dispatch_1

Chapter 59: 059. Single-item dispatch_1

In Lu Ban’s hand appeared, yet again, a skull.

However, this skull, unlike the previous one with its odd shape and pointed chin, was more humanlike and of a normal shape.

Inside the skull lurked a pitch-dark flame, an unnatural hue unseen in reality; it cast an eerie and bizarre atmosphere when contrasted with the ghastly white bone.

Lu Ban held the skull, preparing to crush it as he did before, but as he looked at the coarse and grey-white cranium, an idea struck him.

He stuck out his tongue.

The sensation was granular and rough, resembling the hidden joints at the end of a chicken wing’s cartilage.

“It’s no use.”

Lu Ban came to this conclusion.

He then exerted force on his hand and crushed the brittle skull.

Grey dust and pure black flames combined into a dense and thick fog that moved without wind, burrowing into Lu Ban’s ears, nose, and mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of wet black hair retracting like worms back into the drain of the sewer.

After that, Lu Ban’s eyes rolled back to reveal whites without pupils, and his entire body convulsed as if he were a patient in the throes of an epileptic seizure.

The bathroom mirror trembled slightly, the faucet dropped continuous beads of water, and outside the bathroom door, a dark shadow flickered uncertainly.

Lu Ban felt his brain burning.

A dark flame ascended from his spinal cord, pain transmitted to his limbs through his nerves; inwardly, Lu Ban felt as if his body teemed with countless worms writhing, scratching, gnawing. Instinctively, he scratched at his own body, attempting to expel the vermin beneath his skin.

His nails mercifully tore through his flesh, leaving behind bloody marks that eventually turned into gaping wounds. The hard-scratched trails were a horrific sight, with skin and flesh rotting away, blood vessels and muscles mercilessly ground down.

Within the depths of Lu Ban’s brain, the part governing human consciousness felt as if it had been placed in an oven, heated with top and bottom elements at two hundred twenty degrees Celsius, emitting an enticing scent of char.

Black blood flowed from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and those pupil-less eyes turned blood-red from the veins that coated them.

A torrent of knowledge surged in Lu Ban’s mind.

Comprised of languages he could and couldn’t understand, images clear and obscure, this knowledge now seemed to emerge in every corner of the bathroom.

“…Even the most powerful mage of Gray Tower cannot achieve resurrection from death!”

“…Pray to the deities, only the Supreme One can save you…”

“…The Qi Lang Dance is a skill passed down through generations of the Hai Family. Relying on this skill, they’ve prayed for a bountiful catch for the people of Dried Water Town and have become a prominent family…”

“…They are like walking fish, no, they are fish…”

“…This house is strange, it has been for decades. At night, people often hear some kind of roaring sound, one that doesn’t belong to any known animal…”

“…Hidden in the Black Forest isn’t just monsters, but certain formidable entities, once shed of human form, pose the greatest danger…”

“…Eternal rest grant them, O Supreme Holy Mother, eternal rest grant them, O Supreme Holy Mother, eternal rest grant them, O Supreme Holy Mother!!!”

Lu Ban arched backward, his entire body’s muscles stretched taut, and then, completely loosened, he collapsed to the ground, the blood from his features spreading on the bathroom tiles and slowly seeping into the drain, intertwining with the wet hair.

Thus, Lu Ban lay Unmoving as if already dead, only the nearly imperceptible rise and fall of his body served to prove his lingering life.

The reflection of Lu Ban in the mirror glanced at the Lu Ban on the ground, and the dripping from the faucet turned into a thin stream of water.

In the bathroom, a towel moved without wind, and the whole house filled with a strange sound.

Gaga gaga gaga—

Like the gurgling noise one makes when gasping for air with a cut throat, this crisp sound echoed in the bathroom.

Eight minutes later, something began to move beneath the skin at Lu Ban’s wounds.

It was as if countless worms were filling in the gaps, new green growth spread, and tender shoots covered those bloody and raw wounds, offering a glimmer of hope for life.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Ban was entirely covered with green grass.

He was like a body already decayed, taken over by wild plants, becoming a cradle for flora, the most fertile soil.

At that moment, the song Good Fortune Comes began to play.

The phone on the washbasin vibrated, emitting a ringtone that echoed in the empty bathroom.

At the sound, Lu Ban’s body suddenly heaved violently.

“Ha—”

He took a deep breath, and his rolled-back eyes refocused their pupils.

Lu Ban slowly got up and glanced at the grass covering his body.

The phone was still ringing.

He picked up the phone and saw the caller was his old squad leader, Feng Yu.

“Hello?”

Picking up the call, Lu Ban heard the voice on the other end.

“I saw your video, and I even gave you some coins and a like, didn’t expect you to become so awesome!”

That vibrant, cheerful voice made the grass and trees on Lu Ban’s body sway.

“Not bad, not bad. I checked the comments on ‘Get It?’ and I’m just at a common level.”

Lu Ban saw the vegetation on his body, along with his awakening, wither, and fade away where the plants disappeared, the wounds gradually healed, leaving no ghastly traces to be found.

Pff—

He heard a light laugh from the other side of the phone.

“All that hype on ‘Get It?’ is just hot air, your videos are already great!”

Through the digital signal of the phone, Feng Yu’s soft and mushy voice came through.

“By the way, you’re doing those eating broadcasts; you’ve detoxed the food, right? Let me tell you, it’s easy to catch diseases from wild game these days. The ingredients for those eating broadcasts look wild but are actually bought from the market. Just be cautious for yourself.”

“Oh, okay.”

Listening to Feng Yu prattle on like an old mother, Lu Ban somehow felt reassured.

“When will you come out for a meal? I see you only post a video once a month, and you’re slacking off all the other time. Don’t you have time?”

Feng Yu invited again.

“Next time for sure, next time for sure.”

Lu Ban didn’t set a definite time; he was going to Another World in a few days. If he made a promise and couldn’t keep it, wouldn’t that be awful if he couldn’t come back?

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ban looked at the ash scattered on the floor and touched it with his hand.

The ashes were like the debris left after plants burned. Lu Ban rinsed it with water, which accumulated at the drain and clogged the outlet.

He took out his phone and asked another question on ‘Get It?’.

[What should I do if the ash from burning something blocks the drain?]

After casually rinsing off the remaining bloodstains on his body, Lu Ban changed his clothes and returned to the bedroom, only to see that his question had already received several answers. These people seemed to live on the site, available for any question at any time.

[It’s simple, just pour a bit of white vinegar down.]

[Shivering in the cold, why can’t you use Chen vinegar, what has Chen vinegar ever done wrong!]

[Burning stuff at home? How much do you have to burn to clog the drain, you didn’t burn a person, did you?]

[Hey, it’s you again who asked this, weren’t you the one who last time asked how to deal with the clotted blood in the drain? I advise you to turn yourself in sooner rather than later, to get lenient treatment!]

Lu Ban went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of white vinegar that he rarely used, came to the bathroom, and was about to pour the vinegar in.

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He then saw the wet, black hair retracting from the drain into the drain hole, leaving no trace of the ashes behind.

After a moment’s thought, Lu Ban put down the white vinegar and poured a bit of his own shampoo down instead.

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