I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords-Chapter 50 - 0. Photosynthesis_1
Chapter 50: 050. Photosynthesis_1
Chapter 50: 050. Photosynthesis_1
The next day, eight o’clock.
“Goddess of Joy, holy and beautiful, your brilliant radiance showers over the Earth…”
Without having drawn the curtains, Lu Ban opened his eyes amid the singing of Ode to Joy.
He had slept soundly that night.
It made sense.
For an ordinary person who kept regular hours and didn’t let worries or fatigue carry over to the next day, several hours of tense and thrilling adventure in the Foreign Domain had greatly damaged his body.
However, Lu Ban wasn’t lazy; he immediately sat up.
As he got up, he noticed something wasn’t quite right.
Moving his body around, Lu Ban felt as if he had been reborn.
He looked at his left arm, where the night before, the Ratman had bitten him with its sharp teeth. Now the bandage there itched, making him want to reach out and scratch.
“Could it be tetanus?”
Curiously, Lu Ban unwrapped the bandage, but what he saw wasn’t rotting, mutated flesh.
The wound had healed.
The bites that had been torn open and sprouted plants were now basically reduced to scabs. With a little cruelty, one could tear them off and find merely a new layer of skin underneath.
Lu Ban didn’t feel anything amiss.
But he could be certain that there was nothing abnormal with his body; he was not the type with an amazing ability to heal. A punch could hurt him for quite a while.
In other words, there was a big problem with the current state of Lu Ban.
He pondered for a while and then let his gaze fall upon the blanket.
The simple and rustic patterns on the blanket had rearranged themselves into the System’s cold text.
[Skill: Photosynthesis]
This was the skill Lu Ban had acquired after completing the task. At first glance, there was no clue as to what it did, and too tired the previous night, he hadn’t tested it immediately.
Now Lu Ban knew what the skill was for.
Simply put, it was Photosynthesis.
Lu Ban went to the balcony, where the 13th-floor balcony received enough sun for the summer morning. The warm sunshine landed on Lu Ban, making him feel exceedingly comfortable.
Moreover, Lu Ban could feel energy being produced within his body, and even without breakfast, his hunger was slowly fading away.
And that wound, even more surprisingly, itched under the more intense sunshine. Lu Ban tore off the dead skin and scabs on top, revealing that the skin underneath had already healed.
Looking at his arm, he could see something moving in his veins that resembled the wriggling vines in the bushes the previous night, except what moved through Lu Ban brought comfort and ease.
“…”
Lu Ban took out his phone and used the selfie mode to look in the mirror.
“At least my hair hasn’t turned green,” he commented.
That Photosynthesis skill allowed Lu Ban to perform photosynthesis.
As long as he was exposed to sunlight, he could convert solar energy into the energy his body needed. If Lu Ban were thrown onto a deserted island to survive, he wouldn’t need to eat anything peculiar; he could be self-sufficient.
Moreover, just as plants heal quickly when cut, Lu Ban’s small wounds would also heal quickly under sunlight.
Wanting to verify this, Lu Ban took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, went to the balcony, and lightly grazed his left ring finger.
Blood seeped out, dripping onto the ground.
Lu Ban saw something resembling an insect wriggling out and then retreating at the wound, which healed at a visibly fast pace under the sunlight.
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After repeating the cut three times, Lu Ban arrived at the conclusion stated above.
“Since it’s Photosynthesis, would fertilizing help me grow better?” he wondered.
The thought to buy some fertilizers online crossed Lu Ban’s mind.
But on second thought, he considered his own bodily waste, which naturally contains ammonia and nitrogen. Perhaps his body could adjust itself, reabsorbing these nutrients to nourish his system.
“In the novels, those who cultivate to a certain level don’t need to eat or excrete. In other words, they might also have mastered Photosynthesis.”
Lu Ban was primarily curious about the changes in his own body.
“Am I considered… a plant person now?”
He muttered to himself when he heard the doorbell ring at his home.
“Who is it?”
Lu Ban walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
A bloodshot eye was peering back at him from the other side of the door.
Lu Ban stepped back slightly from the peephole.
“How strange… Let’s take another look.”
He looked again and noticed two police officers in uniform standing at the door.
Lu Ban hurriedly opened the door.
Upon seeing Lu Ban open the door, the two officers, who had been about to speak, saw the kitchen knife in his hand.
“Put the knife down first,” one officer said.
A police officer took a half-step back and touched the communicator on his waist.
“Oh, sorry.”
Lu Ban placed the kitchen knife on the table.
“We received a report that someone was self-harming on your balcony… Do you mind if we come in?” asked the officer.
It seems that Lu Ban, while basking in the sun on the balcony and photosynthesizing, had been spotted by the neighbor across the way who then called the police.
“Sure, sure, please come in, please come in.”
Moved by this show of neighborly care and concern, Lu Ban was deeply touched.
The other officer, having received permission, walked into Lu Ban’s house and looked around.
“No, I was just scratching my finger with the knife to see,” Lu Ban said honestly.
The officers’ movements froze.
They exchanged glances and looked at Lu Ban with caution.
“That could hurt yourself. Do you have any demands? Let me see your wound,” one officer said, asking Lu Ban to show his hand.
Lu Ban stretched out both hands, palms open.
The officer checked carefully but found no wounds.
They looked at Lu Ban with doubt.
At that moment, one of the officers seemed to remember something, looked at Lu Ban carefully, checked the apartment number, and then pulled out his police device to check something. Soon after, he gave his partner a look.
“Well, as long as everything’s fine, we’ll be on our way. Remember, if you have troubles, find the police,” they said.
They left Lu Ban’s apartment, not taking the elevator, instead heading to the corner of the hall.
“What’s the matter?” asked the puzzled officer who had been given the cue.
“Remember the report on the person of interest that we received, the one coordinated with the psychiatric department of the hospital?”
His partner took out the police device and showed Lu Ban’s picture as well as the relevant description.
“…Severe delusional disorder, persecution complex, schizophrenia, extremely dangerous!”
Reading the description, they felt a surge of tension.
“Just now I saw that his palms had no scars, certainly not from self-harm with a kitchen knife.”
“Right, and I noticed his room was very clean, even under the bed. Who cleans under their bed? An extreme cleaning behavior definitely has a reason, maybe a psychological trauma, or perhaps it’s to cover something up.”
“He handled the knife expertly, and it was in a reverse grip, not a posture for cutting vegetables but more like one for attacking someone.”
“I think I saw a lot of hair in his bathroom drain, and judging by the length, it doesn’t seem like his own. It looks more like a woman’s.”
“I just always felt there was someone else in the room. No reason, just pure intuition.”
“There’s a crowbar in the corner of the bedroom with dark red stains on it, possibly coagulated blood,” they muttered to each other in hushed tones.
At that moment, one of the officers suddenly saw, from behind his colleague at the stairwell, Lu Ban standing there.
In his hand, he still held a police cap.
“You forgot your hats,” Lu Ban said, handing over the police cap with a warm smile before turning and walking away.
“…”
The two officers looked at each other with inner turmoil.
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