I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 379 - 379 378. She broke her defenses_1

Chapter 379: 378. She broke her defenses_1 Chapter 379: 378. She broke her defenses_1 What a tragic scene it was.

There was a person being burned alive to death, without a shred of pity, without any redemption, purely the state of human death in absolute despair.

Every scene was like a knife, striking at Mrs. Meritt’s heart.

She felt a wrenching pain, as if the Director was stabbing her chest mercilessly with a dull knife, over and over again.

She clutched her chest, but the plot continued.

Mrs. Meritt saw the ghostly Shrine Maiden appear once again.

In her narration, the truth of this Shrine, this world, unfolded before Mrs. Meritt.

Only the purest of people and the noblest of hopes, transformed into the power of despair, could nourish the Pure Fire.

Only pollution could combat pollution, a stronger pollution could overpower a weaker one.

For thousands of years, it had been so for all the Shrine Maidens.

If it were not so, the world would be destroyed.

At that moment, Mrs. Meritt’s brain had shut down.

All the images in her head were frozen on the once adorable, petite girl’s tragic state now.

It wasn’t until the ghostly Shrine Maiden revealed that Amber’s last cries were the name of the protagonist, repeated thousands of times.

The scene shifted, showing Amber drinking the potion, bound in the attic, consumed by flames.

She despaired; she struggled; she loathed; she cursed everything.

Meanwhile, below the attic, people cheered, laughed, and smiled joyfully.

The scenes intertwined: were the roaring flames mercilessly consuming life and hope, or were they warm flames sweeping away despair? Mrs. Meritt could no longer tell.

She saw Amber, skin peeling off, flesh melting, still repeating the protagonist’s name.

She said, “I’m sorry.”

Mrs. Meritt thought, if given another choice, maybe Amber would have chosen to leave with the protagonist regardless of her duties.

She too wished Amber had made that choice.

But it was too late.

Everything had come full circle, precisely because she was such an excellent person that she was standing there.

Her death was not for personal gain, it could not even be considered a tragedy.

The death of one for the survival of many.

Although not by her own will, to the world, this was a necessary sacrifice.

This made Mrs. Meritt feel a profound helplessness.

If a villain had killed Amber out of hatred, or if her death was due to someone’s mistake, then Mrs. Meritt could be angry, could resent, could denounce, could blame those who were guilty.

She could urge the protagonist to break it all, to burn down the whole Shrine, to incinerate the Divine Sakura, to destroy the world.

However, in this matter, no one was unforgivably wrong; everyone rushed toward continuing the existence of the world, toward making it a better place.

If one must say there was a mistake, it was perhaps this mad world that was at fault.

And even in such a world, Amber wished for the protagonist to survive here.

Everything was tied into a dead knot.

“Survive.”

Through the lips of the ghostly Shrine Maiden, the protagonist heard Amber’s final wish.

Mrs. Meritt felt some kind of shock.

Her eardrums buzzed, and blood rushed to her head.

From her throat to her stomach, a cold sensation spread like tentacles, churning in her belly.

At that moment, Mrs. Meritt felt as if her brain were being boiled in scalding water—her eyes bloodshot, her body arched, acid surged up her throat, and she vomited.

She hadn’t eaten much that night, so most of what came up was stomach acid and alcohol.

The foul smell of the vomit, at that moment, seemed almost pleasing to Mrs. Meritt.

On the screen, the protagonist finally left for the sea; the world continued, basking in the warmth of spring, under the brilliant cherry blossoms, he heard the sound of tinkling bells, looked up, and saw an intense arrow streak across the sky like a comet, just as Amber had said, no matter where he was in the world, she could always see him.

“You saw it,” he said.

The protagonist chuckled lightly, his figure obscured and then disappearing behind a cascade of cherry blossoms.

It was a beautiful and radiant scene, but what it represented sent a chill down Mrs. Meritt’s spine.

The more beautiful the image, the harder it was for her to accept what had just happened.

Simply put, she broke down.

“Is the director insane? Why let Amber die like that? Does he have a grudge against this character?”

“I can’t accept this ending. Why does such a good girl have to be killed off while everyone else is laughing and cheering?”

“The director must have a dark soul; he just waits for the audience to get to this point, right? He enjoys the audience cursing him, doesn’t he, this masochistic freak!”

Mrs. Meritt stood up, immediately feeling dizzy. Everything she had just witnessed challenged her sanity; a blackout swept over her as blood rushed to her head, and she fainted.

Thud—

Mrs. Meritt collapsed onto the sofa, her body occasionally twitching, the only sign that she was still alive.

After more than ten minutes, she gradually regained consciousness and sat up from the sofa.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became; the angrier she got, the more she thought about it, and immediately went to her computer, ready to write an article denouncing Lu Ban.

But just as she was about to start typing, Mrs. Meritt realized something.

As a critic, she could not spoil the movie before its official release.

Especially the content of this film—the twist was integral to the film. She could, of course, take pleasure in revealing the whole film, but that would surely result in her disqualification as a jury member and likely end her career in the industry. The cost was too high.

Moreover…

Having calmed down a bit, Mrs. Meritt carefully considered how long it had been since she had felt such a strong emotional upheaval due to a movie character’s fate.

The angrier and more regretful she got, and the more she resented and berated the director, wasn’t it all the more proof that the character of Amber had successfully entered her heart?

The more Mrs. Meritt reflected, the more she realized she was caught in a dilemma much like the protagonist.

The more she wanted to blast the director, the better it meant he had done his job.

The better the director had done his job, the more she wanted to blast him.

Even her own talent for sharp, infuriating commentary would now serve as praise for the director and the film.

Additionally, the movie had such excellent actors and an attractive ambience. Even the ending, which infuriated Mrs. Meritt, reflected the core of the story.

In essence, she felt this way solely because the film had fully conveyed what it set out to.

In that moment, after the film had ended, Mrs. Meritt finally understood the protagonist.

Then, she fell into true despair.

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