I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"Yes, his name is Du Danping. He is a famous musician. Our hospital once played a video of his performance in the Golden Hall. You watched it back then too."

The man in darkness spoke quickly.

Lu Ban looked down. Some of the photos looked familiar to him, while others were relatively unfamiliar. He quickly recognized one of them.

"This is Plato."

He was an elderly man of mixed race.

"Yes, he is Dr. Youssef, who came to our hospital two months ago. He is of mixed Chinese and German descent."

"That's what the man in the darkness said."

“Mr. Lu Ban, you suffer from a very special condition. This condition was not originally a ‘disease’ because it allows you to quickly memorize everything around you and perceive many details that ordinary people cannot perceive. It can be considered a kind of extrasensory perception. However, the human brain has the function of forgetting, which can periodically clear unimportant memories or store them in another way. Your brain lacks this function, which causes you to remember all the details.”

He tapped his head with his fingers.

"So your brain is overwhelmed, and the pressure of studying has led to an abnormal mental state. You will use everything you see to create a story and immerse yourself in it, which has seriously affected your life."

Upon hearing the words of the person in the darkness, Lu Ban remained silent for a moment.

His right hand tried to materialize a silver revolver [last words], but soon Lu Ban realized that there was nothing in his hand.

"So, we later developed a strategy, which is to use the concept of the Chosen One to turn each of your delusions into a chapter. After psychological suggestion, as long as you go through that delusional process, that memory will be transformed from your mind, preventing you from completely losing your mind."

The man in darkness spoke again.

"This is also an experimental therapy. At first, we were quite successful. After you imagined some stories, you were able to regain your senses for a period of time. But later, we found that your brain was too smart. It quickly turned these stories into reality in your mind. Until recently, we performed some surgery and used drugs to suppress the secretion of some of your hormones. This may cause you to be slightly lethargic, but at least you can communicate with us now, right?"

Lu Ban did not answer, as if he was still thinking about what he had said.

"It's okay. Treatment takes time. It's good that your family came to see you today. Talking to them should help with your recovery."

The figure in darkness stood up and gently patted Lu Ban on the shoulder.

He told Lu Ban to wait, and then he and the nurse left the ward.

Lu Ban thought for a moment and guessed that this was most likely some kind of illusion. The other party was the "Dark One," one of the most powerful incarnations of the God of Gods, who could easily trap him in that illusion.

However, the other party did not kill me directly or forcibly turn me into their familiar, but instead created this illusion. I don't know what their purpose was.

Does he want to get some information from me?

Or was he simply looking for fun and secretly observing my confused expression?

As Lu Ban was pondering, he saw the door to the ward be pushed open again.

A girl in a school uniform, with a hint of student innocence on her face, stepped into the ward. As soon as she saw Lu Ban, she immediately smiled.

"Lu Ban!"

When Lu Ban saw the other person, his expression froze.

Because this girl is clearly amber.

Chapter 894 You are already dead

With black hair, light-colored eyes, wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and a plaid skirt that went past the knees, short socks, and sneakers, and carrying a cloth bag on her shoulder, the girl who appeared at the door of Lu Ban's ward did indeed have the exact same appearance as Amber.

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

The girl noticed Lu Ban's gaze, hurriedly touched her face, glanced at her skirt and the hem of her clothes, and finding nothing wrong, she walked briskly to Lu Ban's bedside.

"You are already dead."

Lu Ban looked at the vibrant young girl in front of him and said earnestly.

"what?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, but quickly realized what was happening.

"You're bringing up those old rules again. Sigh, didn't the doctor say you're feeling a bit better?"

She sighed, placed the cloth bag on the bedside table, took out two apples and a folding fruit knife, and began to carefully peel the apples.

However, her apple-peeling skills were far from excellent; in fact, they were terrible. It was obvious that she was the type to just wash the peel and eat it directly. Lu Ban couldn't bear to watch any longer and reached out to take the fruit knife and apple from her.

Unexpectedly, this simple action startled the girl, who hurriedly stood up, pulled the fruit knife behind her back, and even dropped the apple she was holding.

From the eyes of the girl with the amber face who had taken two steps back, Lu Ban saw fear.

There's also a little bit of regret.

"...I'm sorry, I was just worried, worried that you would hurt yourself."

She held the fruit knife in front of her, leaned down slightly, and took another step closer to Lu Ban.

"Are you ok?"

The girl confirmed.

"I'm very good."

Lu Ban said calmly, spreading his hands out with his palms facing up.

"I will not hurt you or myself."

Only after hearing Lu Ban's words did the girl place the fruit knife in Lu Ban's hand.

Lu Ban picked up the apple and handed it to the other person.

"Just wash it with water, it's still edible."

The girl nodded, picked up the apple, and went to the bathroom to wash it.

Lu Ban felt the weight of the fruit knife in his hand, picked up the apple, and began to peel it cleanly and efficiently.

By the time the girl returned after washing the apple, he had already finished peeling it.

"Eat this."

Lu Ban handed the freshly peeled apple to the girl, then picked up the one that had fallen to the ground and took a bite.

It's crisp and sweet.

"It's quite delicious."

Lu Ban commented.

"Right? I specifically told the fruit shop owner that I wanted them to be crispier."

The girl smiled broadly, and after chatting for a couple of minutes, she said with some excitement.

"Oh right, I just heard from the doctor that you're recovering very well. You can consider going home to rest for a while and gradually getting used to being outside."

"Um……"

Lu Ban finished eating the apple and was about to throw the core into the trash can when he was stopped again.

"This is wet waste, it needs to be sorted."

The girl put the fruit pits that the two of them had left in a bag.

"I never imagined I'd have to sort garbage even in a hallucination."

Lu Ban sighed.

"You're saying this again, Lu Ban. Are you really alright?"

The girl asked somewhat uneasily, and before Lu Ban could answer, she continued.

“You’ve been saying strange things, like I’m dead, or that I was burned to death, but I’m right here.”

"Yes."

Lu Ban didn't delve into those words, but simply nodded in agreement.

Clearly, Lu Ban does not possess any extraordinary powers in this illusion, and the world is quite peaceful, without the Great Old Ones, otherworldly realms, or pollution.

Lu Ban is just an ordinary mental patient who developed a lot of delusional symptoms due to strange illness and experimental treatment. Now, after surgery, he has finally recovered somewhat from that completely confused state. Although the delusional memories still trouble Lu Ban, at least he can now recognize the real world.

Naturally, all of Lu Ban's extraordinary powers also disappeared.

He cannot melt, cannot photosynthesize, has no "true vision," and cannot materialize his "last words."

In Lu Ban's field of vision, there were no indifferent and cold words from the Silent Place.

Everything is normal.

But this is not normal.

"...Okay, I'm going back now. We'll go through the discharge procedures next Monday. You should rest well and not think too much."

The girl chatted with Lu Ban for a while longer before packing up and leaving.

Lu Ban underwent another doctor's examination. Time passed, the sun was setting, and the setting sun shone through the window into the room, giving Lu Ban the feeling of a lonely old man.

"Don't let waiting become a regret."

Lu Ban couldn't help but say.

He didn't have a cell phone, so he could only turn on the TV in the ward.

The television set was also protected to prevent Lu Ban from lifting it. Clearly, although this wasn't the kind of high-risk ward with straitjackets, it was still somewhat prepared for Lu Ban to suddenly fall ill.

The TV works fine, although there aren't many channels, but they are all legitimate channels.

Lu Ban opened the news and glanced at it for a while.

He discovered that the world in this illusion was similar to the world he had traveled to before; at least he didn't notice any difference.

After watching the news for about ten minutes, Lu Ban changed the channel and saw another channel broadcasting a variety show.

This variety show is similar to the "Boys and Girls Rush Forward" type, and it falls under the category of physical challenges.

However, Lu Ban, one of the challengers inside, looked somewhat familiar.

He recalled that these were the explorers he had met on his first trip to the wasteland.

Giant wrist, fiery heart, and old dreams.

The three people, disguised as insects, are now running around in the water park and seem to be having a pretty good time.

According to the doctor's theory, Lu Ban's brain subconsciously remembers everything he has ever seen, whether it is written words or people. Normally, people do not record so much information and will periodically forget unimportant things or convert them into some chunks of memory.

Just like the embarrassing things you did in elementary school, you would never think about them normally, but once you are stimulated in some way, you can recall them through association, and those dead memories will start attacking you.