I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 844 Slipped

In a kindergarten, a group of babbling children are learning with their teacher.

Teaching children to recognize characters is the job of primary school teachers. Kindergarten teachers mostly teach basic methods of understanding the world and correct bad habits, which may seem easier. However, because children at this age have not yet formed a complete set of values, some unintentional actions of adults can lead to children imitating them. Therefore, the requirements for teachers are more stringent.

The teacher, wearing an apron, is teaching the children to identify various animals. She is very patient, and the children follow along. At the same time, various photos and videos are used to give these children a preliminary impression of the world.

What the teacher didn't notice was that, besides the children who were only a few years old, there was also a beautiful young girl sitting in the classroom.

She watched the images on the projection screen with great interest, just like any other child, nodding occasionally.

She is not a teacher, nor a parent, and certainly not a student.

The bell rang for the end of classical music get out of class, and the class was over. The children remained in the classroom, sitting quietly. They were not yet at the age to whisper to each other. Many of the introverted children just stared at the toys or clay in their hands. Leopard looked at these children and felt quite satisfied.

A child's heart is pure, like a blank sheet of paper. For a leopard that can absorb the emotions in people's hearts, it's like a rare cup of plain water—something to drink is quite nice.

She walked out of the classroom, went to the kindergarten's slide, and competed with several other children to ride it twice, having a great time.

Suddenly, Leopard saw someone standing in front of him.

The other person was wearing a kindergarten teacher's apron, with both hands behind their back, and approached with apparent concern, bending down slightly to inquire.

"Little friend, what are you doing here?"

The other person's voice was soft, like that of a gentle mother.

"Playing on the slide."

Leopard is telling the truth.

She noticed that all the children, teachers, and cleaning staff in the playground had gathered around her.

In other circumstances, this might seem a bit strange and dangerous.

But Leopard noticed that all the teachers, children, and cleaning ladies had the same face as him.

Whether it's a little girl in a plain dress, a little boy in overalls with his hair slicked back, a sanitation worker sweeping fallen leaves, or a young teacher looking after children, they all have faces exactly like Leopard's.

All the "leopards" simultaneously pulled out knives from various places around them—pockets, sand piles, toys—and rushed towards the real leopard.

They all wore kind smiles, but their hands never relaxed.

In an instant, Leopard was surrounded, countless hands grabbed her, and countless blades slashed across her body.

Her fair skin was slashed open, and hot blood gushed from her veins. Mottled scars appeared on her beautiful face. Leopard fell to the ground, where several children who looked just like her repeatedly stabbed her in the chest and abdomen with knives. She made a whimpering sound, but her throat had been cut open, and blood and foam blocked her trachea, making it impossible for her to breathe. She could no longer utter a complete sentence.

"We did it!" "We did it!" "We killed her!" "Not enough!" "Not enough, not enough, not enough!" "I don't feel any change in myself." "I'm hungry." "I understand, we need more."

After much discussion, the leopards finally turned their attention to the leopard's carcass.

Many leopards surrounded the corpse, like elementary school students sitting around a barbecue grill on an autumn outing, staring intently at the sizzling, oily meat on the grill.

While they were busy, many more leopards came in from outside the kindergarten.

One of the leopards followed the others curiously and, seeing the lively scene ahead, asked a question.

"What are they doing? It looks interesting."

“We have just killed our original self and are now absorbing her power.”

A leopard patiently answered.

"I'm so hungry, I really want to eat something, when will it be my turn?"

Another leopard complained as it looked at the vast number of leopards ahead.

"That's so nice, I want one too."

The leopard that followed squeezed into the crowd and came to the very center, where it saw a pile of remains, with not even bones left, only a few pieces of tattered cloth.

"No way, none of you are left?"

She looked at the leopards in surprise.

"unacceptable."

"You're not one of us?"

Suddenly, a leopard with blood seeping from the corner of its mouth looked at the other leopard.

"What are you talking about? I am one of you."

"That's perfectly natural," Leopard said.

"She's one of us." "No, she smells different." "Who are you?" "You're not one of us." "Who is she? How did she get in?" "Is she the real one?" "Impossible, the real one has already been taken care of." "She's a fake!" "Then who is she?" "Who is she?"

A group of leopards whispered among themselves, discussing the leopards' identities.

"Me? I'm a grilled salt and pepper seal!"

Leopard revealed a sly smile.

The next moment, all the "leopards" present froze in their tracks.

They were like puppets without a manipulator, their heads and hands drooping, motionless.

"It's interesting that it references the most worthy role models, but it doesn't have the corresponding power itself, just like a child."

Leopard approached another leopard, carefully observed it, and even tugged at its hand to examine it.

"As expected of me, so cute."

She stared at her own face for a while, then pinched the other person's soft cheeks.

"Unfortunately, the wrong target was chosen."

Leopard stopped playing with the person who looked exactly like him and went to the kindergarten's nap room. He saw all the children and teachers locked up there. They looked at Leopard in horror, their mouths covered so they couldn't make a sound.

"It's okay, it's okay. I actually like it if you guys are a little more scared."

Taking a deep breath of fearful air, Leopard guessed that the clones hadn't acted because they were worried that killing would alert him; it wasn't out of mercy or kindness.

Just then, Leopard's phone rang.

She thought for a while before noticing it was her own ringtone. She picked up her phone and saw that it was Lu Ban calling.

"Hey, what made you think of calling me?"

"The call connected," Leopard asked.

Although it's a bit far-fetched that Lu Ban could call and find me, considering that several versions of myself had just tried to assassinate me, it's not surprising that Lu Ban had my phone number.

"I was just attacked by you, or rather, by your clone."

Lu Ban didn't bother with pleasantries. Asking an avatar of an outer god if he had eaten or was in good health would be too hypocritical. He didn't have time for that and went straight to the point.

"What a coincidence, I was attacked too. Do you have any pigs?"

Leopard, who was good at surfing the internet, immediately asked.

"Maybe, probably, perhaps, it is indeed related to me."

Lu Ban replied.

Chapter 845 What bad intentions could a leopard possibly have?

Standing under that towering tree on Jiangcheng Mountain, Leopard looked up.

"It's quite big."

She kicked the tree.

"So it was you who caused this trouble?"

In the distance, some scholars who were studying the Divine Cherry Blossom looked over, but they treated it as children playing and didn't pay any attention, continuing their discussion.

Can you solve this problem?

Lu Ban asked.

He noticed that tourists would occasionally pass by under the tree, and many of them had faces just like the leopard's, glancing in his direction from time to time.

"Is this a problem?"

Leopard tilted his head and asked in return.

"Isn't it a good thing to have thousands upon thousands of adorable versions of me?"

"really."

Lu Ban did not refute.

"But you seem to be quite hostile towards me. You just sent me flying, and they seem to be causing trouble for some people."

He took out his phone, which showed news reports of foreign organizations being wiped out because of worshipping a sacred cherry blossom.

"You can eat anything, but you can't worship any god."

"Leopard commented."

"These people, instead of feeling awe towards the unknown, try to use it to demonstrate their own views. They deserve it."

"really."

Lu Ban did not refute.

Discussing the right or wrong of something with an Outer God avatar from the Chaos faction is like arguing with a stranger on the internet; it not only fails to convince the other party but also wastes time.

Whatever Leopard says goes.

"But these clones attacked you too, right?"

Lu Ban added.

"That's true, but I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges. A mere assassination attempt is nothing to me."

Leopard puffed out his chest, drawing the attention of the scholars who were conducting research. Their gazes lingered for a moment before quickly turning away, pretending to be discussing something.

"What exactly are these clones?"

Seeing this, Lu Ban decided to ask a different question.

"It's very simple. This tree was originally a creation from another realm, carrying pollution with it. When it came to this world, it was bound to spread, and these clones are the spreading pollution."