I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 230 - 230 229. Hes not acting human anymore_1

Chapter 230: 229. He’s not acting human anymore_1 Chapter 230: 229. He’s not acting human anymore_1 “You are the main characters of the story.”

When the Ancient Capital said this, there was no boastfulness or pride in its tone, just a matter-of-fact statement.

“Main characters need to have personality, which is why you three are so different from others.”

“Do you mean that we were created by you?”

Cui Siter found the idea somewhat amusing, as he might only be a few years younger than the Ancient Capital. He remembered everything from his childhood very clearly; it couldn’t possibly be made up.

“You could say that, or you could not.”

The Ancient Capital shook its head.

“What are you even saying here.”

Lu Ban couldn’t help but interject with a comment.

“Have you ever written a novel?”

The Ancient Capital retorted, without awaiting their replies, and then continued on its own.

“In a novel, if a character has only a name, then that’s just a name for a passerby. To truly create a character with flesh and blood, you need to build their life story from their birth, or even from the birth of their ancestors, bit by bit, in order to craft a memorable character.”

“Otherwise, a character is just a tool for the story, like the priest upstairs, like the passersby outside. The only difference is whether the author spent a few seconds to give them a random name from a neighbor or one seen in the newspaper.”

Hearing the Ancient Capital’s words, Lu Ban actually nodded slightly in agreement.

“Indeed, that’s how creators are, which is why sometimes some authors will suffer from delusional disorders, unable to tell reality from fiction, and may even show symptoms of schizophrenia.”

Cui Siter and Shia glanced at Lu Ban and subconsciously took a half step back.

“… but humans have limits.”

The Ancient Capital was taken aback, perhaps not expecting Lu Ban to be so supportive, and then continued.

“Even if a person’s imagination is rich and their knowledge and experience are vast, humans still have limits.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

Cui Siter asked impatiently.

“He might be trying to say he’s done being human?”

Lu Ban guessed.

“…”

The Ancient Capital was silent for a moment, then spoke as if it hadn’t heard Lu Ban’s comment.

“What I’m trying to say is, in fact, no author can truly do this, and readers don’t need to care so much. Just by using techniques like contrast, twists, and so on, one can make a character stand out a bit.”

“You’re right, indeed.”

Lu Ban nodded again as if he understood something.

Boom—

That bronze door made an impacting noise again, making everyone look in that direction.

“What’s behind that door?”

Shia asked curiously.

“Some rather unpleasant things, and also the reason I exist here,”

The Ancient Capital paused for a moment before continuing.

“Let’s return to our previous topic. It is precisely because humans have limits that there are no perfect stories in the world, yet some beings do not agree with this notion.”

“Take a simple example, the biography of a famous person. There might be some fabrication, but the celebrity at the heart of it truly existed. Do you think that the author of the biography created that person?”

Upon hearing this, Lu Ban shook his head.

“Those people definitely existed. What’s in the book is just one aspect of their image, after all, a biography won’t reveal some unknown thoughts of their inner heart.”

“Exactly.”

Ancient Capital tapped on the table.

“So, there are some beings, some that we can’t comprehend, that, in their quest for the perfect story, caused these stories to undergo mutation. Hmm, you should understand this word.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he pulled open the drawer of his desk and took out a harmonica.

The harmonica had ten holes and looked rather common, but at first glance, Lu Ban could feel that it possessed an extraordinary aura.

This was one of Du Danping’s Melody Shards!

With the harmonica in hand, Ancient Capital gave it a deep look and then set it aside.

“It was left to me by an old friend. To call him a friend is generous, as we only spent a few days together, but those days are unforgettable for me and have changed my life.”

He seemed to be reminiscing, his face displaying a mix of desolation and resignation.

“In any case, in that experience, I heard certain sounds, encountered certain beings, and in the end, I chose my current career.”

Ancient Capital sighed, pointing towards the bronze gate.

“My friend lured It into the gate, and at the same time, the melody woven by the harmonica put It into a deep sleep, but this sleep is not sound, and It could wake at any moment.”

“If It wakes up, I fear that not even the one in Abandoned Capital could ensure the safety of the entire city.”

“You mean there’s an Evil God trapped inside?”

Lu Ban pressed further.

“Evil God? Yes, you could say that. It doesn’t distinguish between good and evil intent; to It, humans are insignificant. Just as you wouldn’t notice how many ants you step on while walking, Its mere existence could lead to the destruction of civilization.”

Ancient Capital laughed self-deprecatingly.

“To It, there is no real difference between sleep and awakening, but for humans, keeping It asleep is certainly preferable to having It awake. And I am the gatekeeper responsible for maintaining Its slumber.”

“So, you are here, uh, singing a lullaby?”

Cui Siter seemed to have calmed down a bit. He put down the handgun he had been holding, and the bronze door emitted a thud again, but it was now so faint it was like a kitten scratching at the door.

“As I said, It craves stories, so merely reciting some bedtime stories is enough to keep It sound asleep. I don’t really have any particular talent. It’s just that sometimes, stories just pop into my mind out of nowhere. Sitting here doesn’t cost me anything.”

Ancient Capital spoke in a tone so casual it was as if he were dealing with not some indescribable Evil God but a naughty child who had finally agreed to sleep.

“At first, one story was enough to satisfy It for a long time. But later, the intervals grew shorter and shorter. Now, I must sit here to appease It, which is what you are seeing now.”

“But these stories seem to have become real. We were attacked by a mercenary who had seen ‘The Shadow of Terror’ and encountered the monster from ‘The Dog in the Painting’ at your villa. We ran into spiders at the hotel just a while ago. Your stories are affecting reality, and they have harmed many people.”

Cui Siter had completely calmed down as he spoke.

“I’m very sorry for that. I’ve tried writing some heartwarming stories, but evidently, an entity like It has no love for the affections of Mortals. Its diet is fear, and only stories that scare people can bring It joy.”

Ancient Capital thought for a moment before continuing.

“Furthermore, as I mentioned to you before, It wants the perfect story. Slumber cannot take away Its power; even in dreams, this pursuit remains unchanged. Hence what you have seen, what you have experienced, that’s why I initially told you about my business.”

“It’s not that you’re acting according to the plots of the stories, but rather, the stories are chasing after you.”