I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
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Chapter 232: 231. Character in the Book (Extra chapter for monthly votes!)_1 Chapter 232: 231. Character in the Book (Extra chapter for monthly votes!)_1 Ripples seemed to rise in the air, but perhaps that was just an illusion of Cui Siter’s.

Everything seemed unchanged, yet everything appeared altered.

“Don’t worry, you should, you should be able to return safely.”

Putting down the pen, the Ancient Capital took a light breath.

“In the story, I’ve already sent you out of the town, you only need to step through this door to return to the original Abandoned Capital.”

He pointed to a wooden door that had appeared behind the three people at some unknown time.

“And what about you?”

Shia couldn’t help but ask.

“I am now a character within the book.”

The Ancient Capital was very calm.

He picked up the harmonica that was on the table.

“You’ve been looking at this thing the whole time; it seems familiar to you?”

The Ancient Capital said to Lu Ban.

“I recognize its owner.”

Lu Ban replied, though he had only seen the corpse, he considered that as recognition.

“Then this is for you, it’s pointless to keep it here anyway.”

He handed the harmonica to Lu Ban, who took it. The harmonica was heavy in his hand, as if carrying a lot of weight.

[You received an item: Du Danping’s Melody Fragment]

The System’s cold and indifferent text appeared on the harmonica’s case.

“There’s one more thing.”

The Ancient Capital then took out a piece of paper from the pile of old documents and handed it to Lu Ban.

“Before I met that friend, I was with a woman. Later, because of the creature behind this door, I had to stay away from everyone. Only after publishing the novel did I send her one copy, leaving a memento on the title page. I hope you will have the chance to bring this title page to her and say…”

The celebrated author suddenly found himself at a loss for words, he pondered for a moment before continuing.

“Just say, he’s no longer here.”

Lu Ban took the paper, which seemed familiar to him.

He retrieved the copy of “Abandoned Capital Old News” that he had gotten from Stone, opened the cover, and placed the title page inside.

The tear matched up precisely.

“…Is she doing well?”

The Ancient Capital immediately understood a lot, but he didn’t waver. Any wavering, hesitation, and entanglement had already taken place before the ending.

“Her child has grown up and is doing quite well now.”

Lu Ban answered.

“That’s good to know.”

The Ancient Capital seemed a bit saddened, but he ultimately settled on a feeling of relief.

“Go now, it’s not good to stay here too long.”

He waved his hand, urging the three to leave.

Their mission was complete, and indeed, Lu Ban had no reason to stay any longer.

They pushed open the wooden door, and outside was a dense night. The town no longer existed, leaving nothing but endless ruins.

The rented car was parked outside, silent, like an old friend.

Lu Ban took one last look at the Ancient Capital sitting in front of that bronze door. The man didn’t look back but instead lowered his head, picked up his pen, and was already preparing to write another story.

He would continue to create those astonishing, fearful, chilling stories to please the sleeping Divine Being. This eternal struggle would go on forever, until the end of the universe, no, even if the universe ended, perhaps he would still be tirelessly writing in the dreams of the Ancient Overlord.

Lu Ban closed the door, and the doorway vanished completely, leaving an empty road behind, as if nothing had ever existed there.

Suddenly, at the other end of the endless ruins, Lu Ban saw a hint of dawn’s pale light.

Beyond the pitch-black horizon where not even the stars were visible, a ray of light pierced through the gloom, traversing the sky.

Then, brilliant, splendid, dazzling sunlight illuminated the sky as a golden sun rose slowly from the horizon.

In the dawn’s light, a mist enshrouded the world, casting gleaming spots on the broken pillars and the somewhat rugged road.

Everything seemed reborn, full of hope.

No one knew that there had once been an ordinary person who, relying on his own wisdom, had imprisoned a divine being of indescribable nature.

“Give this to Stone, he should be able to understand everything.”

Lu Ban handed the now-complete “Abandoned Capital Old News” to Cui Siter.

“You mean, he is the Ancient Capital’s…”

Cui Siter quickly understood.

“This task might not be as simple as we thought.”

Having experienced so much, Lu Ban had long harbored suspicions about the Silent Lands.

“If there’s a problem with one of the links in the chain, we might end up as cannon fodder in a novel, turning into the detectives who failed the previous investigation, becoming monsters without names or dead people with names.”

That was the essence of [Metamorphosis].

While the Ancient Capital didn’t make it explicit, perhaps there had been many Chosen by Gods who participated in this task before, but they all failed. In the end, they became one of those villagers in suits or were torn apart by dogs that leaped out of paintings, or got lost on the roads outside the Abandoned Capital.

And those great indescribable beings seemed to be incompatible with each other; some even had clear opposition and hostility towards each other.

Lu Ban and his companions had come here to help the Ancient Capital complete its story, ultimately keeping the sleeper in slumber.

So, the divine beings of the Silent Lands perhaps didn’t wish for the one from the Abandoned Capital to awaken either.

“Aren’t you coming back with me?”

Cui Siter took his place in the driver’s seat and asked.

“No, I don’t like riding in that thing, it makes me dizzy.”

Shia’s reason was very genuine.

“I don’t want to go for a drive in a car with a man.”

Lu Ban’s reason was even more genuine.

“…”

Cui Siter sighed helplessly, started the engine, and looked at the two again.

“Anyway, I hope we can meet again.”

Lu Ban nodded, and then the words of the System appeared in his vision.

[Task complete, return process initiating]

[3…2…1…]

The ruins around him twisted together, and Lu Ban felt as though his world was spinning. Amid that extreme dizziness, he thought he saw slick tentacles skimming over his body, saw billowing cloaks sinking into the cold, dark waters, suffocating him.

“…Something isn’t right?”

In the past, although the return from the Foreign Domain was somewhat bizarre, it was ultimately just like flying in an airplane.

But now, this unnatural suffocating feeling was unreasonable.

Lu Ban tried to find some clues in the colorful world around him. He saw at his feet an emerald eye without pupils staring at him.

But that eye disappeared in just a moment, covered by the dreamy, multicolored bubbles.

All of it twisted rapidly, the suffocating feeling that troubled Lu Ban disappeared, and his feet once again touched the firm ground.

He saw himself sitting at his computer desk, the decrepit book on the desk drifting away with the wind. On its cover, a man who appeared slightly mad was writing furiously, and from his pen, countless monsters were escaping.

The last thing to disappear was the book’s title, and Lu Ban saw it was called “The Madman’s Mouth.”

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