I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 756 - 756 Shoulder Spider_1

Chapter 756: Shoulder Spider_1 Chapter 756: Shoulder Spider_1 As he jumped up, Old Eggplant seemed to catch a black shadow slipping into the wardrobe, and the noises from under the bed abruptly ceased.

His muscles ached all over, as though he had just swum dozens of laps in a pool, and he could lie down and fall asleep the moment he relaxed.

In the dim room, however, Old Eggplant felt a sense of serene tranquility.

Because a line of text appeared in his field of vision.

[Task Failed].

Old Eggplant knew that the appearance of this line of text meant not only that he had failed the mission this time but also that he would be temporarily free from threats.

After all, theoretically, he had already faced game over; he was already dead, and dead people aren’t attacked.

With this thought, Old Eggplant instantly relaxed.

He lay there for a while, waiting until his body had rested enough and was no longer tense before he jumped out of bed.

“How do I start over, can I only exit and re-enter?”

Old Eggplant didn’t quite understand, but now as a ‘dead’ man, he was still curious about the thing he had sensed just before.

He turned on the room’s light, went over to the wardrobe, and opened it.

The inside was somewhat disheveled, utterly different from what he had seen before, as if ransacked by a thief.

“Did it really crawl out of the wardrobe just now?”

Old Eggplant picked up a piece of clothing, which was the one he had thrown into the wardrobe to cover the printed garment before.

He saw that the garment with the eye print was neatly placed in the corner of the wardrobe.

However, the print on the garment had disappeared without a trace.

A chill went down Old Eggplant’s spine, accompanied by an ‘I knew it’ sensation.

“Was it the thing from inside this garment that was beside me just now?”

Pondering, he took the garment out.

It was only then that Old Eggplant realized that he had not been able to see it in the dark, but the garment was a deep red color, uneven as though splashed with a basin of ink.

The red color was unsettling, like bloodstains that had already congealed, and it was obvious that a piece of the pattern was missing from the garment, as if the figure in the print had crawled out on its own.

Old Eggplant’s heart tightened, and he quickly discarded the garment, shut the wardrobe door, unwilling to take another look.

His attention then returned to the space under the bed.

“Now, even if there is something under the bed, it can’t hurt me, right?”

Old Eggplant boldly approached the bed, crouched down, held onto the edge of the bed, and peered underneath.

It was empty, nothing was there.

Only on the dusty surface, there were traces of something having crawled, with its many legs chaotically scurrying across the dust, leaving a mess.

Old Eggplant’s gaze followed the dust up to the bed plank.

There seemed to be some marks.

With this thought, Old Eggplant snapped his fingers subconsciously.

A small flame appeared at his fingertips, illuminating the space under the bed and the bed plank.

There, the scratches extended.

The marks resembled those made by fingernails clawing into the wood, leaving distinct and indelible grooves.

For a moment, Old Eggplant felt the grating sound of scratching at his ear, as if something was clawing at his back, sending a shiver up his spine and making him shudder.

[Now Beginning to Return]

The cold and indifferent text emerged, and before Old Eggplant had time to recover from the tingling sensation, he was back in the Sea of Stars where it all began.

In front of him was the ancient-styled grand door.

Old Eggplant did not rush to try again but instead took off his helmet.

In his own room, there was Silence, with no sound other than the faint whirring of the computer.

Old Eggplant entered the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took a sip of a beverage. The sweetness relieved the tension he had felt moments before, allowing him to start thinking.

“In Lu Ban’s video, there was a doll under the bed, but what I just experienced, could there have been a giant spider under the bed? Does the thing under the bed change depending on the person?”

“What exactly was that thing in the closet? It left the clothes, but where did it go?”

“I feel like I opened my eyes before I finished counting my heartbeat. That state was like sleep paralysis—was it because the thing in the closet ‘pressed’ on me?”

As he drank the cola, Old Eggplant pondered. He left the kitchen and went to the restroom to wash his face.

Turning on the faucet, he looked at himself in the mirror.

The reflection of Old Eggplant looked haggard, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

He wiped his face and rubbed his eyes.

At that moment, Old Eggplant noticed something on his shoulder.

It was something dark, like, like the leg of a bug.

“!”

Old Eggplant immediately shook his body and frantically patted his shoulder, then looked at it.

A clump of something dark had fallen from his clothes to the floor; he stared at it—it looked like a spider!

The creature scurried along the bathroom floor as soon as it hit the ground, its hairy legs moving rapidly, and in an instant, it was out of sight, having crawled off to who-knows-where.

“Damn it!”

Old Eggplant felt a chill on the scalp. Who knows if that was a spider or a cockroach—no, northern cockroaches shouldn’t be that big.

After searching for a while, Old Eggplant realized that the bug had truly disappeared.

Now the problem was serious.

As everyone knows, the most terrifying bugs are those you see and then cannot find.

He returned to the bedroom and glanced at the helmet.

“Is it because I just went through all that, I’m now hallucinating?”

Then, Old Eggplant suddenly remembered that he could also snap his fingers to create fire in the game. How did the game know that?

Was that really just a game?

Despite having experienced [Cage], Old Eggplant couldn’t help but question himself again about the reality of it all.

He decided to put on the helmet and experience it once more.

…

[Mission Requirement: Magic Network Influence: 152/10000000]

Seeing the slowly increasing numbers in his field of vision, Lu Ban felt he had grasped the essence of this mission.

“It seems that indeed, by involving players who have already awakened certain Superpower Abilities, the influence of the Magic Network can be increased, and it’s not according to the number of players.”

Lu Ban had only given thirty-five players access to [The Silent Land], letting them explore the same initial mission he had gone through. So far, despite the fact that no one had managed to complete it, they had already accumulated hundreds of influence points.

“It looks like exploring these missions and increasing the level of exploration can also add a significant amount of influence.”

Lu Ban had also noticed some clues.

The exploration level of his initial mission wasn’t high, and it was a choice of one out of three. He did not know the details of the other two missions, so he could only fabricate them based on what he now knew.

But [Under-bed Friend], the things that players explored there, were worth Lu Ban’s attention.

He discovered that the object under the bed would change along with the different players, but most often it was something they feared, and some were commonly feared items in popular belief.

“So, that original doll…”

Thinking this, Lu Ban lowered his head, looking under the bed.

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