I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

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Sometimes, what moves the heart is more impressive than visual spectacle. Explore your inner self, reveal your past, and create a character that the audience will remember forever. You already have it in your hands, don't you?

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Welcome back to the Silent Land!

In the field of vision, the illusory cherry blossoms constitute the cold and indifferent text of the system.

Lu Ban returned to her warm home.

He was sitting on the sofa. The floor was spotless, not like it had been uninhabited for more than half a month; it looked like it had just been cleaned.

Without taking any immediate action, Lu Ban simply sat there, showing no excitement at the completion of the mission.

The demonic tide of the Night Kingdom can only be resisted through the sacrifice of humanity.

The filth on the island can only be combated through the sacrifice of the shrine maiden.

Lu Ban felt he was not qualified to judge whether the sacrifice of the majority or the sacrifice of just one person, or whether it was a voluntary sacrifice or a passive offering.

Survival is the primary objective of civilizations in foreign lands; any price is acceptable as long as one can live.

However, this fact reminded Lu Ban of something.

In foreign lands, only pollution can fight pollution.

Even the magic of the Night Kingdom is a temporary form of corruption.

As for the truth about the Gray Tower of the Night Kingdom and the origin of these spells, Lu Ban still doesn't know. Judging from the situation on the island, it's probably something that's hard to accept.

Foreign lands are insane, indifferent, and filled with despair.

He sighed, and suddenly heard a sound.

Nourishes—

It sounded like something being thrown into a pan of oil and stir-fried.

There was also the roaring sound of the range hood turning.

Lu Ban snapped out of his daze, stood up, and went to the kitchen.

A woman is busy at the stove.

Her slender hands held the heavy iron pot, and she tossed and turned it with the lightness of a badminton racket, causing the vegetables inside to darken in color and become limp.

"You're back? Just a moment, go wash your hands first, dinner will be ready soon."

Feng Yu glanced at Lu Ban and told him with disdain to go wash up first.

Lu Ban went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, washed his hands, and wiped his face.

He looked at himself in the mirror, saw that he was healthy, and gave a thumbs up.

Back in the living room, Lu Ban turned on the TV and watched the news. Life was peaceful and everything was fine.

Laika patted down to Lu Ban's feet and rubbed against his trouser leg. Lu Ban patted its head, and the Corgi immediately lay down on the ground and rolled over onto its belly.

Lu Ban patted its belly, and Lyca let out a happy bark.

It sat up again and carefully sniffed Lu Ban's body.

"Wang!"

Leica seemed to be asking something.

Lu Ban rubbed its head without saying a word.

"I wasn't quite sure about the time, so I just made a few dishes."

Feng Yu brought out the last dishes: stir-fried water spinach with minced garlic, braised flounder in soy sauce, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and a pot of tomato and egg drop soup.

The steaming rice emitted a fragrant aroma. Lu Ban held chopsticks and ate with Feng Yu while watching TV.

"The taste is not bad."

Lu Ban took a bite of the fish. The fish meat was firm, and although it was only seasoned with soy sauce, it was very flavorful and had a lingering aftertaste.

The essence of stir-fried pork lies in the edges, which become charred and fragrant from the hot oil. Combined with sufficiently spicy chili peppers, this cuts through the greasiness of the pork, making it even more delicious.

"Have some soup."

Feng Yu ladled a bowl of soup for Lu Ban and handed it to him.

Lu Ban took a sip of the soup; the taste was simple and rustic, just like the feeling of home.

At the dinner table, Feng Yu did almost all the talking, chatting about random things, everyday matters, and casual conversation.

Lu Ban finished his meal and put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Feng Yu also put down his chopsticks and said.

"Are all foreign lands like this?"

Lu Ban asked a question.

"This is the truth of the world: everything is irreversibly rushing toward the abyss of pollution; the only difference is who runs faster."

Feng Yu replied.

"In places you don't know, there are things that are more cruel, more desperate, and more tragic than you can see, not to mention the survivors of some destroyed civilizations."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ban glanced at Feng Yu.

She calls herself a traveler, and Lu Ban can guess some of the reasons why she travels.

"You should be thankful that at least the world is still functioning normally. When you find that even if an entire civilization abandons all dignity, all glory, even history, morality, and even the physical body, and everyone degenerates and becomes monsters of the abyss, it still suffers irreversible destruction, believe me, that situation is definitely more desperate than what you have seen."

The moonlight streamed in through the living room window, clear and bright.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban couldn't help but laugh again.

His body was convulsing and trembling, his internal organs aching from the violent shaking, but his smile did not stop. Even Leica couldn't help but take a few steps back, away from Lu Ban.

This laughter seems to contain all the joy and happiness in the world, sweeping away all gloom and sorrow. It is a sound that makes anyone who hears it happy and will involuntarily smile.

Do you want me to hug you?

Feng Yu looked at Lu Ban, who was laughing uncontrollably, and said softly.

She stood up, came to Lu Ban's side, and gently embraced him. The human warmth emanating from Feng Yu was gentler than the pure fire, and so intoxicating.

Lu Ban buried her face in Feng Yu's arms, feeling her hand gently stroking her back, patting it slowly and rhythmically like soothing a baby.

"how do you feel?"

After a long while, Lu Ban finally released Feng Yu and asked.

"You really are the woman who could be my mother."

Lu Ban answered seriously.

"anything else?"

Feng Yu had a smile on her face, but it made Lu Ban feel that the temperature in the room had dropped a lot.

"Did you secretly use my shower gel and shampoo?"

Lu Ban asked righteously.

"..."

Feng Yu was at a loss for words.

"So you stayed here for several days?"

Lu Ban added another sentence.

Feng Yu must have used his own shampoo and shower gel again, slept in his own bed, and maybe even secretly fed his own dog.

That woman is so wicked!

"Yeah, because I didn't know when you would come back, I thought you were already done when I sensed this guy, but I didn't expect it to take so long."

Feng Yu rubbed Leica's head.

"Yes."

Lu Ban nodded.

It was a long journey.

More than half a month has passed in reality, making it arguably Lu Ban's longest mission to date.

It's a torment for both the body and mind.

The matter of amber left Lu Ban feeling exhausted, as if he would never experience joy or sorrow again.

"Want another hug?"

Seeing Lu Ban's weary expression, Feng Yu asked a question.

"Great!"

Lu Ban buried her face in it again.

In this warmth, Lu Ban knew very well that from this moment on, he had truly stepped into another realm.