I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 231 - 231 230. The cost is negligible_1

Chapter 231: 230. The cost is negligible_1 Chapter 231: 230. The cost is negligible_1 “The stories I write all turn into some form of reality through Its dreams. These stories have their own will, and they will seek out the most suitable person to become the protagonist, constantly playing out. So, if I keep writing those terrifying, thrilling, and bizarre stories, this world might gradually become terrifying, thrilling, and bizarre.”

The Ancient Capital seemed somewhat helpless.

“Writing stories will lead to the world’s destruction, but not writing will also lead to the world’s destruction?”

Shia appeared contemplative as if she had thought of the Night Country.

Although the Night Country was often attacked by the demonic tide from the Black Forest, with the resistance of the Gray Tower and the Hei Tower, it always managed to survive, albeit with much suffering.

Compared to the already destroyed Wasteland, and the Abandoned Capital that would be destroyed no matter what, the Night Country was simply paradise.

“Impossible, there must be another way. Can’t we just kill It?”

Cui Siter found it hard to believe. He always felt that, while there were various problems in the Abandoned Capital, at least most people in the city were living fairly well.

But now the Ancient Capital was telling Cui Siter that, one way or another, this world would be destroyed after some time, which completely turned his worldview upside down.

It would either be destroyed by an increasing number of monsters, or by the madness that ensues after the awakening of the Indescribable Great Being. There is not a glimmer of hope for this world.

The first thing Lu Ban thought of, however, was He Dao.

He Dao was contaminated by filth, those monsters constantly devoured humans and destroyed civilization, and only the Pure Fire of the Great Shrine of Harmony Island could annihilate them. That Pure Fire itself was inextinguishable, and in the end, the world would be overtaken by a never-ending blaze.

No matter how much they struggled, the fate of He Dao had already been sealed.

How similar the two cases were.

Or perhaps, Lu Ban thought, maybe it was the same in foreign domains. The Wasteland and the Night Country, which seemed to still hold hope, might also already be gradually perishing in places he was yet unaware of.

As for his own world…

Lu Ban didn’t think too much about it.

Because his own world would surely not be that one, most special case.

The answer was obvious.

“You are the protagonists of ‘The Madman’s Mouth,’ and that mercenary might just be the protagonist of ‘Shadow of Terror.’ Stories will seek out the most suitable protagonist for themselves. If there is no protagonist suitable for a story, then that story will gradually fade and lose effect, and I would need to create new ones to continue appeasing It.”

The Ancient Capital seemed not to care much about the imminent destruction of the world or perhaps, during the long time of coexistence with the Indescribable Evil God, he had already lost his humanity.

Only by losing all human rationality and emotions, one could possibly withstand that crazy and unfathomable Great Being.

“But don’t worry, at least for now, It won’t awaken. In these twenty years besides writing, I have also been researching some methods that could temporarily achieve a seal.”

The Ancient Capital pointed at that door.

“Simply put, the stories I write become Its dreams, and through these dreams, It interferes with reality, pushing it towards an irreparable direction. And since stories seek their own protagonists, they are uncontrollable. That’s why I created this small town.”

“This town will become the main area affected by Its dreams, where all stories converge. Although there might be some leaks, at the very least, most of the horror plots will only play out in this small town.”

Hearing the Ancient Capital’s words, Cui Siter felt a bit reassured, but then he suddenly sensed something was off.

If it was so simple to seal an Indescribable Great Being, then the Ancient Capital wouldn’t have needed to be trapped here for twenty years.

“Does this require some kind of sacrifice?”

Therefore, Cui Siter asked.

“…the price, negligible.”

The Ancient Capital chuckled.

“To accomplish this, the first issue is the need for a protagonist most suited to these stories to appear in this small town. Otherwise, they will still leak to other cities, other regions. Secondly, every one of these stories will be accompanied by some monsters, some abnormal births. After some time, this entire area will be full of abnormal monsters, making it difficult to meet the first condition.”

“Moreover, my personal factor is also one of them, and it is crucial, that is, whether I can continue to create stories that are pleasing enough to It. In fact, as time goes by, it has already become very difficult to create a good story, let alone completely imprison It in this small town, which requires even more ingenious and interlocking stories.”

Listening to the description of the Ancient Capital, even Lu Ban felt it was very challenging; this was an attempt to use the power of mortals to fight against divine beings.

How did the Ancient Capital achieve this?

“Don’t rush. To complete this, actually, only one thing is needed, that is to let the imaginary and the real intertwine. Although I am a common person and cannot fully achieve what I said, there is an entity in this world that can do so, which is also the trick my friend used at the time.”

The writer lifted his pen as if to write something, but hesitated to start writing.

“That’s this guy behind the door.”

At this point, Lu Ban suddenly saw the light.

“You… became a part of the story yourself?”

With the condition laid out, the answer was clear.

“Yes, It is the entity in this world most adept at weaving stories, most fond of stories, and most in pursuit of the perfect story. So, just as ‘The Madman’s Mouth’ found you, I wrote myself into the story. In fact, your experiences are just stories recorded by the protagonists in ‘The Madman’s Mouth,’ stories within the story. The real protagonist of the story is myself.”

The Ancient Capital spoke in a tone as mundane as if discussing some insignificant article.

“In ‘The Madman’s Mouth,’ I am a horror novelist who can continually create terrifying novels that amaze the world. After my disappearance, I actually came to the doorstep of a great being’s seal. Here, I will continue to create those horror stories, and these stories will actually play out in this small town.”

“In reality, I am just an ordinary novelist, but in the story, I am a great writer whose inspiration never dries up, and ideas are endless. What I couldn’t do by myself, will all be achieved in that great being’s dreams.”

“I used Its own power to create countless stories for It.”

“And these stories will lead to the destruction of the world, bringing endless fear. I turned the fear from reality into a weapon against It.”

His lips curled up, like a child who had successfully played a prank.

Lu Ban was wrong.

This was not a foolish act of mortals struggling against divine beings but a magnificent feat of confining divine beings using the wisdom of mortals.

“So, your arrival, your conversation with me, that is the key to all of this. Our dialogue has linked reality and the story together, giving this story a real conclusion.”

“Without you, my story would just be a castle in the air. But with your testimony, and the testimony of that great being behind you, this story now has a real foundation.”

Not just the Divine Beings behind the bronze door, but even the existence behind them that controlled and fooled everything, became part of the Ancient Capital’s work.

He was like a chess player, making everything, even himself, his pawns in a game against the indescribable Divine Beings.

And he actually won.

“Therefore, I said, the price, negligible, is just myself alone.”

As the Ancient Capital spoke, it seemed he had made up his mind. He lifted his pen and wrote down the ending of the story on the manuscript paper.

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