I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Lu Ban felt a pang of regret. Perhaps he should have at least given it a try?

It's not like I'm losing a piece of my own flesh.

After putting these things down, Lu Ban checked the time.

He spent almost two days adventuring in the wilderness, which translates to a full day in reality.

Lu Ban picked up the crystal in his hand and examined it carefully.

The crystals are a lighter blue than the sky, and they refract different lusters when illuminated, creating a truly dreamlike effect.

[Remains of a Saint]

Even in the wilderness, there are always sages.

The remains of a deceased saint are believed to possess extraordinary powers.

In fact, the remains of some saints do still walk on the earth to this day.

The corresponding description appeared in Lu Ban's field of vision.

"This stuff seems different from the previous contaminated materials; it's much purer."

He looked at it carefully and suddenly felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

Lu Ban took out the crystal left by Hongye and compared the two.

"Aside from the different colors, the textures are very similar. I wonder if the specific structures are also similar?"

The crystal of Momiji is left behind by a priestess with extraordinary power who died after being corrupted by the Uncertain Mist, while the crystal of the saint's remains is left behind by the saint of the wasteland. If the two are similar, can we infer that the saint of the wasteland and Momiji are similar beings?

The Wasteland calls saints "named ones," that is, people who have names. These names are similar to the figures in the historical myths that Lu Ban is familiar with, and they also have the power corresponding to them. Who gave them these names? Could it be another great being, or an evil god?

Lu Ban felt that the secrets of the wasteland were deeper than he had imagined. Even regarding the Crystal Core Disease, Lu Ban was unsure whether it was a normal state of the wasteland world or false information obtained through the Queen of Insects' processing.

"However, at least my last words can be extracted."

Now that he has collected all the items, including the [Saint's Remains], the [Sigh of the Uncertain Mist], and the [Merciful Statue of the Black Queen Mother], and has enough 50,000 Silence Points, Lu Ban can directly refine his [Last Words].

Including the rewards from the mission, he now has a little over 60,000 Silent Points, and he'll be completely broke after refining them.

But that's just how people are.

Just like the red dot that appears in a game to upgrade a character and break through, it always feels unsettling if you don't click it off.

Therefore, Lu Ban definitely needs to be refined.

Moreover, if I don't refine the materials I painstakingly collected from foreign lands, wouldn't I look foolish for not doing so?

Since I've already done it, I might as well just upgrade it all at once.

He manifested his "last words".

After placing the three materials on the desktop, Lu Ban clicked on the item and entered the essence interface.

【Essence】

[Sublimation and Qualitative Change]

[Sacrificing resources for a miracle]

[Recommended to try]

[Required Silence Points: 50000]

[Required Material: Statue of the Black Queen Mother's Compassion]

[Required Material: Remains of a Saint]

[Required Material: Sigh of the Uncertain Mist]

He decisively clicked on the essence.

[This will consume the corresponding materials and Silent Points for refinement]

Is it a premium product?

【whether】

After the system panel for secondary confirmation popped up, Lu Ban thought to himself that it was quite considerate, unlike some games where there was no reminder when drawing cards, and you could accidentally trigger a ten-pull.

He chose yes.

In an instant, the three materials in front of Lu Ban changed.

The eerie, pitch-black statue trembled slightly, as if something was about to burst forth from it.

The gray mist inside the bottle swirled continuously, forming a small storm.

The light blue crystals shimmered, reflecting colors that seemed to belong to another world.

The scenery of the Night Kingdom, the island, and the wasteland flashed before Lu Ban's eyes.

As his silence points were deducted, the three materials quickly transformed into particles of light, flowing into the silver revolver in Lu Ban's palm.

Three beams of light pierced the pistol, engraving three lines of text on the barrel. Lu Ban could not decipher these lines; they were like some kind of ancient murmur, echoing in a grand dream.

Lu Ban's eyes suddenly rolled back. He felt that knowledge far exceeding the weight of this revolver was surging into his brain like a tide, striking every part of the cortical grooves, hippocampus, and brainstem, shaping it into a form that was far beyond human.

Memories that transcended instinct flowed into every corner of Lu Ban's body. He could feel subtle changes in his body, changes that made him more at ease with the [Last Words], as if it were a continuation of his own limbs.

A moment later, Lu Ban's eyes returned to normal.

He knew that the final words had been fully extracted.

Lu Ban stood up, holding the revolver in his hand. He examined it carefully and saw that there were indeed some inscriptions on the gun body, making the whole gun more antique and textured, like a work of art made by an ancient craftsman.

At the same time, Lu Ban also understood the new abilities of [Last Words].

Chapter 194 New Abilities

Although Lu Ban already knew all the details of the new ability in his mind, he still wanted to try it out.

Lu Ban went to the computer, opened a webpage, and found an acrobatic video.

The video is simple; it's just a clown throwing balls, but the person in this video throws five balls at the same time, which is quite difficult.

Lu Ban held the "Last Words" in his hand and watched the video very carefully.

"Amazing!"

He remarked with emotion.

Immediately, Lu Ban changed his clothes, opened the door and went downstairs to the supermarket outside the community to buy a few clown-themed balls.

As soon as Lu Ban finished paying and walked out of the supermarket, he started throwing the ball.

Surprisingly, Lu Ban perfectly replicated the actions in the video, with five balls flying through his hands in a dazzling display.

Scattered applause broke out from the sidelines.

Some people even took out change from their wallets and threw it in front of Lu Ban.

A moment later, Lu Ban stopped losing the ball.

He saw that there were several tens of yuan more in front of him.

"Thank you, thank you."

After stuffing the money into his pocket, Lu Ban glanced at the cars driving on the road.

The "last words" in his hand materialized, and a certain change spread from Lu Ban's body.

Back in the residential area, Lu Ban looked around in the deserted walkway.

The next moment, he suddenly lurched forward, his legs bursting with incredible speed, comparable to the cars that had been driving on the road.

Are you practicing running?

Lu Ban had just stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

Turning around, I saw Qin Tiantian wearing a loose sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers, carrying two shopping bags, as if she had just returned from a large supermarket outside after buying several days' worth of food supplies.

"I'll just practice casually. My goal is the men's 100 meters at the next Olympics."

Lu Ban said.

"That's amazing."

Qin Tiantian praised in a flat tone.

"By the way, there's something I'd like to ask you for help with."

Lu Ban thought of this and said to his good neighbor Qin Tiantian.

"What's up? You're not planning to make some weird video for me to watch again, are you?"

Qin Tiantian was filled with vigilance.

"No, it's a good thing."

As Lu Ban spoke, he told Qin Tiantian to put the shopping bags on the bench next to them, and then, taking advantage of Qin Tiantian's inattention, he decisively fired a shot at her with his [Last Words].

"Hmm? Why does it feel a bit windy?"

Before Qin Tiantian could react, she felt herself move forward nearly ten meters and crash headfirst into the flowerbed.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What's going on?"

She climbed out of the haystack, brushed the bits of grass off her body, and looked at Lu Ban.

"You just pushed me?"

As soon as she asked the question, Qin Tiantian felt something was wrong. Even if Lu Ban pushed her when she wasn't paying attention, it was impossible for him to push her this far away. It must have been more than ten meters away.

"Maybe you're too thin and got blown away by the wind."

Lu Ban put away the "last words" and glanced at the contents of Qin Tiantian's shopping bag: self-heating rice, self-heating hot pot, canned luncheon meat, potato chips, cola, bread, and dried meat—almost all the kinds of things that make couch potatoes happy.

Are you preparing for winter?

"It's getting colder and colder, and it's too much trouble to go out, so I might as well buy more at once."

Qin Tiantian rubbed her lower back and walked back.

"Can't you cook for yourself?"