I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 755 - 755 754.Bug Leg_1

Chapter 755: 754.Bug Leg_1 Chapter 755: 754.Bug Leg_1 Old Eggplant was also curious about the space beneath the bed when he was young. Back then, bed frames generally had a gap underneath where parents would store boxes and cases. The occasional glimpse into that space made the young Old Eggplant very curious.

He still clearly remembered that as a child, he once saw a spider on the wall. He intended to kill it with a newspaper, but the nimble spider scurried away and took refuge under the bed.

Since then, Old Eggplant’s fear of what lay beneath the bed grew. He always harbored a concern that the spider could be hiding there, ready to crawl out and burrow into his ear at any moment. This terror continued for a long time until it lessened as he grew up.

Now, Old Eggplant’s bed was one with a closed base, which felt secure to look at.

In the game, he couldn’t help but bend down and peer beneath the bed.

As his gaze gradually shifted toward the dark space under the bed, Old Eggplant’s heartbeat also began to quicken.

Just as his eyes moved past the shoes and toward the heels of his feet,

a hairy Bug Leg swiftly retracted back into the shadow.

“!!”

Old Eggplant felt his heart skip a half beat.

Though the image of that Bug Leg was fleeting, Old Eggplant saw it vividly, and he could even recount the number of hairs on its pitch-black limb.

When faced with extreme stress, people often unexpectedly remember things they normally wouldn’t notice, such as the content on TV when being disciplined with a stick by one’s parents, or the color of a passerby’s clothes after witnessing a car crash. This is a kind of self-protective mechanism of the brain to lessen the impact of that distressing image, thereby preventing severe stress reactions.

At this moment, Old Eggplant had clearly entered such a state.

As his body shivered, he jumped up, hurriedly pulling his legs onto the bed. He didn’t dare to look down anymore, afraid that he might see something terrifying hiding under the bed.

Even while sitting on the bed, Old Eggplant was paranoid, worried that something from beneath the bed might flip the board or attack him through the mattress.

He stood on the mattress, restless.

“What should I do?”

Old Eggplant watched the wall clock’s hands inch closer to midnight, standing on the bed like a scared little girl, not daring to step down, starting to feel anxious.

Swallowing hard, Old Eggplant steeled himself.

“After all, it’s just a game, at worst I’ll respawn if I die.”

He hurriedly jumped off the mattress and rushed to the wall in two swift steps, staring intently under the bed.

In that dim corner, aside from the shadows cast by the light, there was nothing.

Old Eggplant squatted down, continuing to peer further inside.

Sanity told him that looking further might lead him to see something unpleasant, but curiosity drove Old Eggplant to keep looking down.

Soon, Old Eggplant caught sight of the light from the other side of the bed.

Almost lying down, he watched the other side, where under the bed was completely empty, devoid of anything but dust.

“Was it an illusion?”

Old Eggplant had played a few horror games where most relied on the tactic of scaring people with a sudden ghostly face popping out, or by creating an atmosphere. But through the screen, the effects were always somewhat limited.

Yet now, Old Eggplant was frozen in place, not daring to breathe. He lay there for a while before finally retracting his gaze.

“This is a bit tricky…”

Approaching midnight, Old Eggplant looked at the bed he had stepped on, took small steps closer, staring under the bed. Finally, less than thirty centimeters from the mattress, Old Eggplant leapt onto the bed and lay down.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, he realized, the light was still on.

“…”

For some reason, though, Common wasn’t as nervous anymore. He simply hopped out of bed and quickly turned off the light.

Click—

As soon as the switch clicked, the entire room plummeted into darkness.

Old Eggplant shuddered and immediately ran towards the bed, just like those children afraid of the dark, hurriedly trying to burrow into the covers and isolate himself from the world.

But just as Old Eggplant was about to get into bed, he saw what seemed to be a furry leg of Bug Leg stretched out from underneath the bed, illuminated by the light from outside.

Old Eggplant didn’t pay attention. He didn’t dare to pay attention. It was almost midnight; he had to hurry and complete the task.

Lying in bed, Old Eggplant closed his eyes.

The clock striking midnight arrived as expected, and he began counting his heartbeats.

For some reason, as Old Eggplant counted his heartbeats, he felt an inexplicable calm settle over him.

Despite the possible existence of something under the bed, Old Eggplant managed to focus entirely on counting his heartbeats.

Suddenly, Old Eggplant heard a sound in the room.

Creak—

It was as if, a door was being quietly pushed open.

The sound came from the closet.

“The closet has been opened? Who opened it?”

Old Eggplant was certain there was no one else in the room but him, and now, who was moving around inside it?

He heard a rustling sound, as if something was crawling out from among the clothes, the noise getting closer to him.

Old Eggplant kept his eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them, only silently counting his heartbeats, listening as the sound drew nearer and nearer.

Footsteps sounded, unlike the crisp footsteps of a regular person, it was as if some viscous substance was dragging across the floor, dripping and splashing.

An image of a blood-covered person immediately surfaced in Old Eggplant’s mind, viscous blood dripping down, flowing from his feet to the floor.

The sound quickly stopped, and judging by the distance, Old Eggplant felt the presence had reached the bedside.

He didn’t hear any breathing sounds, yet he felt as though there was something around him.

This was often the sensation when someone else was getting close, due to the heat of their body.

But now, there was only the heat source and no sound, the sensation even covering Old Eggplant’s face and body.

It was as if something was gradually pressing down on his body, getting closer to Old Eggplant’s face, ever closer.

The sensation of something being so near made Old Eggplant almost want to open his eyes to check, but at that moment, he discovered to his surprise that he couldn’t open them.

He couldn’t open his eyes, and he couldn’t even move his fingers.

Old Eggplant could only feel that subtle warmth spreading from his forehead down to his lips, neck, throat, and then his chest.

The hair-raising feeling stopped over his chest. Old Eggplant struggled to open his eyes, but his completely immobile body, along with the increasingly apparent sensation of something hovering above him, made him incredibly anxious.

Just then, Old Eggplant felt as though something at his back was scratching.

The rustling sensation was like a bug, a bug with countless legs, scratching the bed board.

The sound grew louder and louder, eventually taking over all of Old Eggplant’s senses.

He jumped up suddenly.