I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban suddenly felt nauseous.

He is in very good physical condition and rarely gets sick. If he feels uncomfortable anywhere, he can simply have that area restructured and that's it. Therefore, it is quite rare for him to be in this situation.

Upon entering the restroom, Lu Ban appeared somewhat surprised in the mirror.

Lu Ban coughed a few times, feeling like there was something in his stomach.

"Could it be...that night..."

Thinking of Charlotte's playful nature, Lu Ban began to suspect that she might have been defiled by her while she was sleeping, and that she might have conceived the offspring of an evil god.

However, soon, through the peristalsis of his stomach, Lu Ban vomited up a hard, rod-like object from his throat.

It's not some strange offspring of an evil god.

It's just one finger.

Lu Ban felt relieved.

He picked up the finger and examined it closely. The finger was slightly rough, stiff, and grayish-white, as if it had been left for a long time and had dried out and developed a patina.

At the same time, the system's cold and indifferent words appeared on the mirror, as if written in blood, causing Lu Ban in the mirror to hurriedly hide.

【The pale knuckles of the Crane-Cry Taoist】

The remains left behind by Daoist Heming after his ascension possess immense power.

It is said that consuming a medicinal soup made from parts of the human remains can grant eternal youth and immortality.

谷瞠

The most spiritual element is found in pale knuckles.

Upon seeing these words, Lu Ban examined the finger more closely.

It seems to have some merit.

I don't know when that finger was put into Lu Ban's stomach.

But considering the final fate of Daoist Heming, Lu Ban figured that Charlotte probably threw it in when Lu Ban wasn't looking.

Perhaps the delicious meal you ate actually contained these ingredients.

Thinking that the taste was not bad, Lu Ban decided not to pursue the matter further.

In short, Lu Ban has now collected all the materials for the refinement and can try to further refine his [Last Words].

At the same time, he also checked his mission results.

Lu Ban guessed that the completion level and evaluation of the "?" level were due to the direct interference of the avatars of the Great Old Ones in the mission, which made it impossible to evaluate the Silent Land.

Fortunately, the reward was still given as expected.

Lu Ban opened the interface of the Silent Land and placed three items on the coffee table in the living room.

First was a fist-sized heart that was constantly throbbing, with a smooth chitinous shell, like an insect's shell.

Next was a piece of emerald green jade, with cracks spreading across its surface causing the interior to also display a fragmented, refracted halo, radiating a mesmerizing color.

Finally, Lu Ban placed his pale, withered knuckles on the coffee table.

With the three items—the Twisted Heart of the Swarm, the Jade of Fate, and the Pale Knuckles of Crane Cry Daoist—plus the freshly acquired 500,000 Silent Points, Lu Ban clicked the [Essence] button without hesitation.

The three things quickly transformed into streams of light, their dazzling colors, seemingly nonexistent in this world, intertwined, intersected, and surrounded, transforming into a cluster of vibrant starlight.

The brilliant color flowed into Lu Ban's body, and in his palm, a huge silver revolver transformed and reassembled into an antique fountain pen.

Vibrant colors, unlike anything in this world, flowed into the pen. Lu Ban saw the pen tip become sharp, like a scalpel. At the same time, a flood of knowledge poured into Lu Ban's mind, making him feel dizzy and lightheaded. Blood rushed to his eyes, turning them bloodshot, the whites of his eyes almost black, as if they were about to burst.

Lu Ban, seeing his reflection in the living room mirror, was horrified and hid in a corner.

The wardrobe in Lu Ban's room made a sound, as if something inside was trying to escape.

The cups on the coffee table were slowly pushed around, as if an unseen cat was playing.

Lyca rushed over, licking its tongue and circling around Lu Ban's legs, its tail wagging back and forth.

Lu Ban's house shook slightly, as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

But the next moment, the crimson in Lu Ban's eyes faded, and they returned to normal dark black pupils.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled.

He looked at the pen inside, which had become sharper, and quickly understood the power of the [Last Words] after the refinement.

Lu Ban thought for a moment, then placed his hand on the coffee table in front of him.

In an instant, countless words shot out from above the coffee table like bullet comments.

The fired glass has good strength, but it cannot stop bullets.

[Stainless steel table legs, hollow, worth the price]

[A screw is just an ordinary part; don't place too much hope in it.]

A simple coffee table can last for twenty years.

A cup is simply a glass cup used for drinking water.

There's been too much going on, so the second update will be a bit late. Updates for the next few days will be delayed; I'll just post them all at 6 PM every day.

Chapter 659 Information

In Lu Ban's field of vision, all sorts of information began to emerge.

This information is presented in the form of text, pictures, symbols, and formulas, like pages of a book, which Lu Ban can freely flip through and browse.

Just like the saying, "The fired glass has good strength, but it cannot stop bullets," Lu Ban can concentrate his mind on it and see how it is fired, what kind of raw materials are used, and the specific strength parameters.

Without a doubt, this is information, it is knowledge.

However, this knowledge is already quite widespread, and there is very little knowledge that can affect Lu Ban.

With Lu Ban's [True Vision], he can see all the information about the items at a glance.

And that's not all.

Upon seeing the text, Lu Ban conjured a silver pen in his right hand. He raised the pen and added a short paragraph after the last sentence.

[When it is struck, it makes a bird-like chirping sound.]

Those words were like branding marks, engraved into the other explanatory information as if they had always existed.

Lu Ban tapped the surface of the coffee table with his knuckles.

twitter--

A bird call rang out, as if there really was a bird hiding under the coffee table.

Lu Ban opened the information on the coffee table again and deleted the sentence he had just read.

Tapping the coffee table produced another dull, hard sound.

He tried to cross out the text on the coffee table itself, but when the pen tip touched the information, it couldn't erase it.

After a moment's thought, Lu Ban made some minor modifications to the original information.

The fired glass has good strength, but it cannot stop bullets; it can stop artillery shells.

Seeing the text freeze, Lu Ban smiled.

"The next step is to figure out a way to fire a shot at it..."

Upon realizing this, Lu Ban sadly discovered that he had neither bullets nor shells.

However, he quickly perked up, picked up the glass on the table, and added a few more sentences to its original description.

A cup is simply a glass cup, used for drinking water. It is fragile and can shatter with the destructive force of a cannonball.

"As expected of me."

Lu Ban sighed.

Immediately, Lu Ban picked up the cup, ready to smash it onto the coffee table.

Before he could land, Lu Ban heard Lyca's voice.

The corgi kept howling at his feet, causing Lu Ban to put down the cup in his hand.

"how?"

Lu Ban was puzzled, but after looking at the dog for a while, he suddenly understood everything.

"I understand. Let me see if you're developing well."

Lu Ban raised his hand, and more information appeared on the Corgi's head.

Meanwhile, Leica obediently squatted on the ground, sticking out her tongue.

The information about the hounds was much more extensive than that about the tea table, including information about exotic lands that Lu Ban had never encountered before, as well as knowledge about the exotic lands in which the hounds themselves resided.

Lu Ban skipped over the knowledge that might cause him to melt again and instead looked at the more normal things.

[Brand XX dog food is delicious, and the canned food is tasty!]

Stop feeding your dog XX brand dog food, it tastes awful!

The little girl's feet were tiny, soft, and smelled wonderful.

[I can't go to bed, I'll get scolded.]

I want to play with Anna downstairs.

"..."

Lu Ban felt that the hunting dog was quite adapted to life here.

As for Anna, he guessed it was probably the name of a golden retriever he met while walking his dog.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban flipped to the pages that contained the most basic information.

[Hounds, capable of traversing time and space and other realms, can appear within an angle of less than 120 degrees.]

谷鬷

Lu Ban added a line of text to this.