I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 683 - 683 682. Undying You_1

Chapter 683: 682. Undying You_1 Chapter 683: 682. Undying You_1 At night, Johnson and a few technicians from the organization were researching the unpacking materials for “Soul Summoning Night”.

The unpacking job was supposed to be simple: find the corresponding resource package location and then extract it using professional software—just like how many games have their Easter eggs, discarded drafts, and hidden characters unearthed right after their release.

But the “Morning Star” device was outrageous.

Even a professional hacker like Johnson felt it was a headache, and those senior engineers from military companies were also at a loss, unable to even clarify the operating logic.

As for unpacking the materials, that was even more difficult. They could thank Lu Ban’s benevolence for providing a few common interfaces; otherwise, if it were an entirely wireless mode, this group would have no way to obtain even the slightest bit of resources.

According to the hackers, as long as there is a physical interface, they could crack even the nuclear codes for you.

After a prolonged attempt, Johnson finally extracted the resource package for “Soul Summoning Night”.

He found the size of the resource package somewhat terrifying.

Based on his experience using the “Morning Star”, Johnson thought the resource package would definitely be huge, and he had specifically prepared server-level storage equipment.

But in reality, the resource package was surprisingly small, just over 300 GB; when he extracted it, Johnson even thought he had made a mistake.

A game with such a vast architecture is only this size?

Johnson began to suspect whether Lu Ban had come into contact with some Area 51 or Zenith Star technology.

He poured himself a cup of coffee, took a sip, then opened the resource package with unpacking software alongside his companions.

First there were some broken models; Johnson didn’t know where they belonged, but the first thing he was looking for was the directory.

Normally, a resource package would contain at least one directory with the storage addresses of all resources. Using this directory, one could find any resource by seeking according to a clear path.

Mostly, a game’s resource package contains models and the like. Unlike common perception, apart from some skeletons, most models are stored in segments. When characters move, they display by calling different parts of the model, preventing excessive clipping when changing equipment or clothes.

Some modeling could be described as cutting corners to the extreme. For example, a girl wearing a skirt might have nothing underneath—no body at all—because to reduce resource usage, designers often resort to these seemingly acceptable but actually cunning methods.

Johnson took another sip of coffee; the program was searching for the directory, a drawn-out and tedious process.

He chatted casually with his companion, then suddenly noticed the cracking program’s progress had halted.

No, upon closer inspection, Johnson discovered the progress bar wasn’t static but was flickering within an extremely small range.

Sometimes it moved forward a little, other times it jumped back quite a lot.

It was Johnson’s first time encountering this situation.

A slow progress bar was one thing; perhaps there were too many files, which made the search slow.

But a regress-inflicted progress bar was genuinely something Johnson had never seen before.

He stared at the progress bar, finding it very strange.

Suddenly, the room’s lights flickered once.

Johnson quickly looked up at the fluorescent light, which emitted a pallid glow and illuminated the room.

It was deep into the night, and the sudden darkness was indeed unsettling.

“Voltage instability?”

Johnson asked, then went over to check the electric panel.

Nothing was unusual.

He checked the switches and was about to turn back when suddenly, he felt as if something at the back of his neck was blowing cool air on him.

In an instant, Johnson’s skin crawled; he quickly turned around to find nothing there.

After looking around once more, Johnson’s heartbeat sped up slightly, and he returned to the room.

His companion was browsing racy pictures on his phone. When Johnson saw the computer screen, he almost shouted out loud.

“What did you do?”

He rushed to the computer and saw that the progress bar was almost invisible, it seemed the hacking work had reverted to its most primitive state.

“I didn’t do anything…”

his companion said, also confused, staring blankly at the hacking program.

But after John worked on it for a while, he unexpectedly discovered that quite a lot of material had come out.

He first opened a model.

It appeared to be a coffin.

“A coffin?”

John couldn’t imagine where a coffin would appear in the game, he used 3D software to examine the outside of the coffin and found no issues. At that moment, John noticed that the coffin seemed like it could be opened.

Swallowing hard, John clicked and dragged, slowly lifting the lid of the coffin.

Suddenly, the lights in the room went out.

In the deep darkness of the room, only the fluorescent light emitted by the computer screen illuminated the faces of the two men.

The technician sitting next to him panicked, fumbling to find the light switch.

Szzzzzz—

A sound of electric current clearly rose amid the chaos, causing everyone to stop their movements.

John looked towards the screen.

The hacking program’s progress bar was frozen at zero.

Then, the 3D software’s coffin emitted a creaking noise.

It was slowly being pushed open on its own, without anyone operating it.

It was as if something lying in the coffin was struggling to lift the lid and enter reality.

John stared intently at the coffin, not daring to take his eyes off it for a moment.

He felt his heartbeat intensify, as if it was about to leap out of his throat, catching in his throat.

John swallowed hard.

Afterward, he and his companion saw the coffin being pushed open, emptily echoing, as if it had never contained anything.

Drip—

The computer emitted a sticky key warning sound, allowing John to catch his breath.

He breathed a sigh of relief, intending to ask someone to grab a flashlight to check if there was an issue with the electrical panel or if a light bulb had burned out.

Just as John turned his head, he felt a human warmth behind him.

It was a subtle sensation, the kind you only feel when someone is standing close, like the pressure of hair feeling the warmth of the sun on your arm.

But there definitely was no one behind John!

His heartbeat, which had been calming down, suddenly started to race frantically like a car engine.

His neck stiffly turned around, and before he saw a certain presence, John heard a soft whisper at his ear.

“Finally found you.”

It was a voice as tender as a young girl’s murmur.

In the next moment, John saw behind him a woman dressed in a brightly colored cheongsam, like a blooming dahlia, covering her face with a fan, her enchanting gaze fixed on him.

“Shall we play a game, how about that.”

In the instant consciousness left his body, John heard the devil’s whisper.