I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 245 - 245 244. Sage Time_1

Chapter 245: 244. Sage Time_1 Chapter 245: 244. Sage Time_1 “Fuck!”

Mo Guangyuan jumped up, took a closer look, and saw a small spider crawling on its thread, slowly dropping down. If he hadn’t paid attention, it probably would have fallen on him soon.

He casually picked up a newspaper from a colleague’s desk next to him, wrapped up the spider’s silk, and gave the spider a painless death.

Mo Guangyuan sat down, checked the ceiling again to make sure there were no more spiders, and then continued with his headphones on.

The guys in suits on the road were gathering, and he saw Lu Ban arrive amongst the group, seeing the man in a suit in the center who was twitching and struggling.

The suited man let out a hoarse scream, and then, from his throat, a tentacle extended out.

“Hiss—”

Mo Guangyuan took a breath, the performance was too realistic and he deeply empathized with it, feeling as if something was in his own throat too.

No, that felt like something was actually there.

Mo Guangyuan coughed a couple of times, unable to stop the itch in his throat, and continued coughing.

His coughing and the scene of the tentacle bursting forth from the movie resonated subtly, intensifying as it went on.

After a bout of coughing, Mo Guangyuan managed to catch his breath, his eyes watering, and his back aching as well.

He wanted to believe that he was just affected by the scenes in the movie, just like how seeing others laughing wildly can make one burst into laughter too.

In the movie, the men in suits started to struggle, and more twisted monsters appeared around Lu Ban.

They grabbed Lu Ban’s hands and feet, preventing him from leaving, seemingly trying to assimilate him.

Fortunately, the girl who knew the Spell intervened and repelled the suited monsters, allowing Lu Ban to escape.

On their way, they saw that the town’s residents had all turned into such monsters, and the whole town had fallen into madness and inversion. Just watching these scenes made Mo Guangyuan’s heart palpitate, feeling as if those tentacles were hidden in his own throat.

Arriving at the church, the three of them saw the priest and asked about the events transpiring in the town, but the priest only showed them the latter half of the novel, which was the experience the trio just went through.

Moreover, the priest told them that everything was God’s will, that God had created this world and could control everything in it.

“Has this turned into a religious philosophy film?”

Mo Guangyuan continued watching, and heard a voice instructing the protagonists to go down to the basement.

In the basement, the novelist who had hidden away for the entire movie finally appeared.

He was sitting at his desk, with an ancient-looking bronze door behind him. Before anyone could speak, the door was violently struck, making a loud noise.

Mo Guangyuan’s eyelids twitched; this atmosphere gave off an ill omen.

Then, in the time that followed, the novelist who seemed like the final boss revealed the reality of the world to the three of them.

Mo Guangyuan also progressed from the initial confusion to gradually understanding the whole picture of the world through the changes in the scenes and the novelist’s confession.

A horror story that became reality once written, the Indescribable Ancient Overlord that fed on horror stories, the whole world was nothing more than a plaything that could be destroyed at any moment, and even if the novelist sacrificed himself to devise a brilliantly closed loop of rebirth, such a tactic was just reliant on the hope that the Divine Being would not suddenly wake up or change its interests.

The whole world was like a dream that could shatter with a touch.

This feeling of powerlessness spread from Mo Guangyuan’s limbs, making him feel like part of that world, and he mourned for its hopeless future.

In fact, upon reflecting, even in Mo Guangyuan’s own world, the future wasn’t necessarily bright.

The wars, hunger, and poverty plaguing humanity were leading the world to destruction.

And it seemed as if the universe itself was telling humanity that the end of evolution was destruction.

Mo Guangyuan suddenly felt dejected.

At the end of the movie, although the novelist’s plan succeeded and the protagonists escaped to safety, appearing to bring a satisfying conclusion, the outside world remained engulfed in darkness.

Not a physical darkness, but a darkness that filled one with despair.

“Dark, really fucking dark!”

Mo Guangyuan removed his headphones, cursing involuntarily.

His current feeling was like being tossed as a dish into a pot and stirred by a chef for hours on end.

His mind was a murky haze, filled with pessimism about the future, lamentation over life’s misfortunes, and despair over the vision of human civilization.

He sat for a long time, until Mo Guangyuan forgot his original purpose.

He wanted to write a review opinion, but didn’t know how to begin.

Usually, one would start with whether to pass the review and what suggestions for amendments there were.

But Mo Guangyuan couldn’t think of any.

All he felt was sadness.

After a while, it was a WeChat message from his wife asking whether he’d come home for dinner that jolted Mo Guangyuan back to reality.

He packed up his things, shut down the computer, turned off the lights, locked the door, exchanged a greeting with the security guard Old Man Qin, and left the office.

All the way home, he felt lost and disheartened.

When Mo Guangyuan got home, his wife was nagging about something that he didn’t listen to, and he picked up his chopsticks feeling that the food tasted bland and joyless.

Seeing this, his wife grew somewhat angry.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Doesn’t your office usually not require overtime? Why are you coming home so late today?”

Hearing his wife’s words, Mo Guangyuan suddenly felt a sense of alienation.

Though the world still had so many problems, he had to bicker with his wife over such trivial household matters.

He felt that life had become utterly tedious.

This feeling was like when he first read articles about the origin of life and celestial landscapes in elementary and middle school, imagining the widespread future millions and billions of years later—a “Sage Mode,” to put it simply.

A man in Sage Mode is numb to external stimuli.

Mo Guangyuan spent the night in a daze, with even his dreams filled with scenes from the movie. When he woke up the next morning, he felt fresh and clear-headed.

“What nonsense was I thinking about last night!”

Mo Guangyuan realized belatedly that matters like the end of the universe or the destruction of the world had nothing to do with him. Worrying about these things was less important than caring about whether he could get a bigger year-end bonus.

He arrived at the office, turned on his computer, thought for a moment, and seriously filled out the review comments for “The Madman’s Mouth,” setting it as suitable for adults over eighteen years of age.

The corresponding warning would pop up during ticket sales to prevent parents from bringing children to see it.

Of course, Mo Guangyuan’s review opinion was only part of the process. A movie like this ultimately required the approval of at least three reviewers, and if they all judged it could be passed, it would continue up to the leaders for confirmation before it could finally be approved and receive the Dragon Mark.

At noon, Mo Guangyuan saw that all three reviewers of “The Madman’s Mouth” had approved it, and it was moving on for the leader’s final confirmation.

He stood up and went to the cafeteria with his colleagues for lunch, and on the way past the office building’s entrance, he noticed that the security guard seemed to have changed. It was a young man he didn’t recognize, not Old Man Qin.

“Huh, where did Old Man Qin go?”

Mo Guangyuan casually asked a colleague.

“…You don’t know?”

The colleague suddenly stopped walking and asked in surprise.

“What happened?”

A bad premonition suddenly surged in Mo Guangyuan’s heart.

“Old Man Qin had a heart attack early yesterday morning at home, and by the afternoon, he was gone. I remember it was mentioned in the group chat; did you forget?”

His colleague’s words made Mo Guangyuan feel as if he had fallen into an icy cavern.

“Then last night…”

Mo Guangyuan thought of the Old Man Qin he saw the previous night, and a chill ran up his spine.

Who, then, did he see and talk to?