I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 543 - 543 542.Butterfly Twirling_1

Chapter 543: 542.Butterfly Twirling_1 Chapter 543: 542.Butterfly Twirling_1 In the movie, researchers ventured into forbidden topics.

They used humans as materials, exploring a vast range of possibilities.

Among the chilling experiments, three projects accidentally intertwined.

Yang Yiwu began to seriously consider whether he should allow the children to continue watching.

Of course, the specific scenes of the experiment were not presented in an explicit manner, but from the lighting, the expressions of the experimenters, and the final outcomes, it was easy for people to conjure up many imaginations, each capable of becoming a nightmare.

Yang Yiwu felt something was wrong.

Although he acknowledged that at the crucial juncture of human survival, sacrifices were inevitable, and things that transcended past knowledge and moral standards would occur, what he saw and heard still went beyond his meager imagination.

The humans in the movie had abandoned all dignity, rules, morals, and humanity, casting aside thousands of years of social order to reveal an image of pure animalistic instinct driven by the urge to survive.

Such images, Yang Yiwu might have only seen in certain wartime documentary literature or some insanely evil cases.

It depicted the actions that humans would take after losing their humanity.

More chilling was the scene of those researchers, once claiming to be the hope and last bastion of humanity, mercilessly experimenting on their own kind.

Yang Yiwu saw the students subconsciously covering their eyes. Although the footage was not overly gory and violent, it was filled with a cold, indifferent sense of lethal seriousness.

Just as real horror movies do not show ghosts, movies that interpret despair are not all about gore and violence.

The thought of humanity degenerating in such Doomsday scenarios sent chills down Yang Yiwu’s spine.

Perhaps complete annihilation would be more satisfying than such a ‘rescue’.

If before, Yang Yiwu had come to watch this movie with the mindset of seeing a blockbuster featuring heroes saving the world, then now, his mindset had completely changed.

It’s less a disaster movie and more the Book of Revelation.

It showcased the psychological changes in humans when facing Doomsday, and how living people could become even more terrifying than natural disasters when they forsake certain things.

All this, Yang Yiwu could only watch helplessly as the people in the movie took steps closer to the abyss.

With the technology of bodily modifications, they transformed monsters found in the Wormhole, and with consciousness uploading technology, they injected human thoughts into these beasts—mad acts completed by once proud scientists. Even society started to endorse these acts, people fervently wished to become insects, entering the labs as if heading to the Promised Land, and emerged in the guise of insects.

Yang Yiwu felt something rising in his throat, yet there was nothing there.

Even the wind and snow tapping against the glass outside seemed less frightening compared to what he saw in the movie—the embodiment of despair.

Compared to the students who were shocked by these direct stimuli, Yang Yiwu thought of even more.

Because, in this world, such acts had occurred before.

In times of war, people from certain countries embraced this mindset to carry out inhuman deeds, and they believed these actions were saving humanity.

History told Yang Yiwu that what had happened in the past would happen now and in the future.

Even now, when facing major disasters, the actions in some places made Yang Yiwu’s blood pressure surge; it was hard to say if these places could save more people while maintaining their humanity in the true Doomsday.

By this point in the film, Yang Yiwu could no longer see any reason for these humans to be saved.

They had forsaken everything that made them human and had become part of the swarm.

Among earthquakes, tsunamis, typhoons, and volcanic eruptions, the swarm soared, using their superhuman bodies to resist these natural disasters. They passed through the Wormhole to the stars beyond.

And only those humans who had been infected with radiation, possessing superhuman abilities yet living short lives, remained in the few surviving shelters, eking out an existence.

An unforgettable scene appeared before Yang Yiwu.

That was a city ravaged by an earthquake, where, atop a chaotic expanse of ruins, tender green shoots broke through the soil.

After who knows how many years of disasters, those geological changes had finally settled.

Humanity, those mutated humans, eventually emerged from their refuges.

A sun rose, and across the desert, humans walked alone.

At that moment, Yang Yiwu inexplicably remembered a phrase he had seen on a social media site.

[Life always finds a way].

This planet had experienced far more severe mass extinctions over the billions of years, with countless lifeforms vanishing forever in the stream of history.

But after each extinction, there were always some creatures that survived and once again brought prosperity to this planet.

Yang Yiwu saw a team exploring the desert, they were in action to explore solutions to the swarm problem.

Behind the sand dunes, the team came upon a group of buildings.

When he saw those structures, Yang Yiwu couldn’t help but shudder.

For there stood Future City, where the scientists resided.

In this city, robots were still cleaning the streets, and it seemed that the buildings were still well preserved.

The explorers reached the building at the forefront, they pushed the door open and discovered a scene brimming with verdure.

A young girl lay deeply asleep, surrounded by animals, and she was the artificial intelligence robot that man had left behind in the film.

Having spanned an inconceivable number of years, she had been here waiting, waiting for humanity.

In an instant, the past and the present, survival and destruction, humans of the old era and those of the new era, were connected at this moment.

The girl awoke, noticed the explorers, and revealed a smile indistinguishable from that of a hundred years ago.

“Welcome back,”

the girl said, her voice seemingly traversing time, from the old era, pointing towards the new.

A butterfly took flight from beside her, soaring towards the sunlight.

The movie ended.

Yang Yiwu found it difficult to describe his feelings.

In just two short hours, he had witnessed the ugliest deeds within humanity, and likewise, the most precious elements of human nature.

The scenes of Doomsday were like the darkest night, against which he could only curse feebly.

Even though in the end, it seemed humans had survived, the invasion of the swarms, the brevity of life, still left hope out of sight.

Perhaps, it was only upon seeing the girl robot that Yang Yiwu felt there indeed were things in this world that remained unchanged.

He saw his students crying.

These students, still lacking in experience, might have been moved to tears by the witnessing of the ending, but Yang Yiwu could not cry.

He felt only deep despair.

Like the relentless blizzard outside.