Physics Holy Sword

Physics Holy Sword

Excellent

The most handy weapon, capable of handling battles in all kinds of situations

In the Ruined City, anything could become a weapon in an emergency.

Not easily bent, difficult to damage, and absolutely durable

"Use this thing to bash that damned bastard's forehead!"

Price: 1,000 Silence Points

This thing looked like a crowbar.

One end was straight, while the other was bent with a notch at the tip. It was a tool used for prying up nails, door locks, and the like, and had absolutely nothing to do with the description "Holy Sword."

As for why it was called the "Physics Holy Sword," perhaps that was something to ask Dr. Gordon Freeman about.

The reason Lu Ban had chosen it, besides its moderate price, was that it had no negative description, which was also important.

Most of the weapons under the Murder Weapon category were either cursed, attracted the attention of strange entities, or simply made people prone to madness. Finding one without any negative effects was truly difficult.

Compared to firearms that could easily hurt him, a stick was indeed the most convenient.

By the time Lu Ban got out of the car and followed the navigation to a barren area, the Physics Holy Sword had already been exchanged into his hands.

It was about sixty centimeters long and weighed less than three kilograms. It was made of some kind of metal Lu Ban couldn't identify, with a hexagonal shaft and a handle wrapped in coarse cloth so it wouldn't slip. Just holding it gave him a powerful feeling.

No man could resist the joy of picking up a branch and swinging it around. A crowbar was no different.

Lu Ban gave it a try. He swung the crowbar down at a protruding Stone on the ground.

Crack—

A small pit instantly appeared in the hard Stone formed from abandoned concrete, and Lu Ban simultaneously sensed what was special about the crowbar.

Besides being extremely hard, it could also effectively reduce the feedback of force. Even when he struck something, Lu Ban wouldn't be shaken hard enough by the recoil to lose his grip. Moreover, when he swung the crowbar, his strength increased considerably, and his skill with the crowbar improved as well. It seemed he could at least pry open an ordinary iron door.

Just like with a suona, some kind of knowledge as light as a veil wrapped around his cerebral cortex, its trickling streams permeating his entire brain.

"Pretty good."

Lu Ban raised his head in satisfaction, only to see a ruined building across the barren land.

That was the Jiangcheng Grand Theater.

The theater had adopted a Western design, with an exaggerated dome and grand entrance, as well as European-style pillars and decorations Lu Ban couldn't understand at all. Only the stained glass, now dim and covered in dust, spoke of its former splendor.

This barren area had originally been planned as an extension of the theater. Lu Ban had read reports that Jiangcheng once had plans for an arts district, intending to build a series of antique-style art buildings around the Jiangcheng Grand Theater. Those plans had later been shelved as well.

The theater's dome was no longer magnificent, with only the charred traces left behind by fire. After more than a decade of wind and rain, the entire theater appeared extremely dilapidated. Moss and weeds were everywhere, giving it an air of desolation, like the end of the world.

Lu Ban headed toward the entrance when the sound of wings suddenly came from beside him.

A flock of birds rose from the theater roof, apparently having made this place their nest.

The sun was setting. Under the last glow of the setting sun, this grand and artistic building looked like a dying giant beast, quietly awaiting its death.

There was still some time before nightfall, so Lu Ban decided to go in and take a look ahead of time.

Creak—

The rotten wooden boards gave off a heart-pounding sound as Lu Ban stepped into the theater's shadows.

The door had originally been locked, but years of wear and tear, along with scavengers, had long since cleared this place out. Lu Ban entered easily.

The once-glittering lobby was now a complete wreck. The ticket booth was a mess, and there were several performance flyers on the floor.

According to the blueprints, several large doors in the lobby connected to the auditorium, while the left and right passages led to the dressing rooms, preparation rooms, control room, and other areas backstage.

There were no lights, and the path was pitch-black. The two corridors were like the gaping maws of some horrifying beast, waiting for prey to throw itself in.

Lu Ban thought for a moment and decided to check these rooms first.

He switched on his flashlight. Its oval beam illuminated the floor. Unlike outside, the interiors that sunlight couldn't reach had no plants, only spiderwebs and dust.

When the flashlight shone over the area, Lu Ban saw some creature flee from the light and scurry into the crack beneath a door.

Holding the flashlight in his left hand and resting the crowbar on his right shoulder, Lu Ban advanced down the gloomy corridor.

The doors to most of the rooms had long since broken. Lu Ban gave one a light kick, sending it flying open and raising a cloud of dust.

There was no sound in the room. As the flashlight's beam swept across it and Lu Ban's gaze shifted, he saw tangled electrical wires, overturned cabinets, moldy clothing racks, and... a human face!

Lu Ban's eyebrows twitched as he stared at the mirror reflecting the flashlight's beam.

The person in the mirror was none other than himself. Under the glaring light, his face appeared deathly pale and rather terrifying.

"A mirror?"

Lu Ban was somewhat curious. This place had been abandoned for so many years, so how had a mirror remained?

Shouldn't people have taken it all away long ago?

He couldn't help moving closer, looking at the mottled, dirty surface covered in cracks.

The Lu Ban in the mirror moved closer as well.

Lu Ban carefully examined the mirror and discovered that it was stuck to the wall, looking like a makeup mirror.

However, the mirror's shape was strange. It was small and square, and it faced the room's entrance.

What kind of makeup mirror faced away from the entrance?

Lu Ban saw a little viscous liquid at the connection between the mirror and the wall, reflecting the flashlight's beam.

The liquid was yellowish-brown and thick, like some kind of oil, yet it gave off a foul, rotten stench. As Lu Ban continued staring at it, he realized that the liquid had just seeped out!

When he noticed this, Lu Ban instinctively took half a step back. Then he saw the Lu Ban in the mirror—the deathly pale, icy, indifferent version of himself—smiling at him.

Crash—

Lu Ban instinctively brought the crowbar down. The entire mirror shattered with a boom, and the Lu Bans in the mirror split into hundreds of fragments before vanishing.

He shone the flashlight over the spot where the mirror had been. There was only a patch of blackened marks, clearly burned by a great fire. The oozing grease had disappeared without a trace, as though it had never existed.

The room fell silent once more.

"There's definitely something wrong here. Is it the spirit of someone who died in the fire? Or something else?"

Lu Ban loosened his grip on the crowbar, then tightened it again.

"But after I smashed the mirror with my crowbar, nothing else happened. Was it because it lost its vessel? Or does the crowbar itself possess the power to ward off evil?"

He squatted down and looked at his reflection in the shattered mirror. There was nothing unusual.

Lu Ban grinned.

The reflection grinned back.

Faced with this situation, Lu Ban was afraid, but not completely afraid.

He was afraid because humans instinctively feared death and the unknown.

As for why he wasn't completely afraid, if some filthy thing really wanted to kill him, at worst he could blow his suona and everyone could ascend to heaven together.

Either way, they were all going to die. Who was afraid of whom?

He stood up and, leaning on his crowbar, walked out of the room.

Continuing forward, Lu Ban checked two more dressing rooms in the gloomy corridor, but found no trace of any makeup mirrors.

He reached the End of the Corridor.

The crooked room sign bore faded lettering.

Control Room.

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