I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 778 - 778 In the obscurity there is a divine will_1

Chapter 778: In the obscurity, there is a divine will_1 Chapter 778: In the obscurity, there is a divine will_1 “Fuck!”

In the Sea of Stars, Old Eggplant suddenly awoke, taking deep breaths before realizing he was in a virtual world.

But the pain just now felt so real, as if he had truly been stabbed in the chest with a rough knife.

He couldn’t help but touch his own chest.

Thankfully, there was nothing wrong.

With that thought, Old Eggplant took off his helmet and returned to reality.

He checked his chest again, and seeing no wounds, he finally felt relieved.

It was said that if virtual reality technology advanced enough, sometimes players would feel phantom pain, meaning even though it was just stimulation in the game, the body believed it had really been injured, causing phantom pain.

In some medical experiments, subjects would place their hands out of sight and then place a fake hand on the table to masquerade as their own. Through a series of progressively intensified stimuli, eventually, when the doctor hammered the fake hand, the subjects would think they had been hit and jump up.

Old Eggplant closed his eyes and recalled what he had just seen.

Weird smiles, a terrifying sacrificial ritual, and that monstrous newborn cradled in the arms of the Saintess.

Old Eggplant had never seen a creature like that.

That mass of flesh was covered in endless tendrils, swaying like a tree, and the eyes within the flesh were filled with the deepest malice. Then there were the limbs, resembling goat hooves, that challenged Old Eggplant’s nerves.

Every time he thought of the creature’s appearance, he felt as if ants were crawling all over his body, sending a chill down Old Eggplant’s spine.

“The sacrifice, what they were talking about just now, was it real?”

“Is the Miskatonic Film Festival actually a true sacrifice?”

“Those college students filming the movie, they must not know about this, right? Will they be in danger?”

Old Eggplant thought about how his mission was to witness the end of the film, yet he hadn’t even met the filming crew before he was captured and gutted, which was quite embarrassing.

However, it wasn’t a big problem. Aren’t players supposed to grow, experience, and eventually reach the game’s ending through repeated deaths?

He hurriedly prepared to put on the helmet and fight again.

Then, suddenly remembering how he had shivered just before, he quickly put on some warm clothing, and since the air conditioner was too hot, he turned it off.

Pushing the door open again, Old Eggplant returned to Miskatonic.

He found himself back near the grassy area.

Only, the sky had completely darkened, as if, during the time he had left the game, time inside the game had continued to advance normally.

This was too realistic.

Old Eggplant intended to head towards the brightly-lit RV, but then he noticed the residents by the side of the grassland.

These residents still wore their eerie smiles, eyeing Old Eggplant warily.

“Damn, not this again?”

Fearing the worst, Old Eggplant was about to run when he heard the whispers of those people.

“How come he’s back?”

“Can he be used for the sacrifice?”

“No, he won’t do, he has a problem!”

“Go away, keep your distance, go away!”

“No, no, he’s not eligible.”

As they spoke, they actually moved away from Old Eggplant, as if he was something foul-smelling.

“Huh?”

Old Eggplant felt that something was off.

“Is this instance synchronized with real time?”

“I had just spent some time in reality, and time had also passed in the instance.”

“I was captured for a sacrifice just now, and now these people are ignoring me, is it because they realized I couldn’t be used as material for the sacrifice?”

“Does that mean I didn’t return to the beginning of the game, but re-entered the game as it progressed?”

Originally, Old Eggplant thought this was like “The Last Lesson,” a solo instance task.

Now it seems more like an online game with its own passage of time, just like Night Country.

“That means, if I can’t find those college students who were filming, by the time time passes, they might all be captured for sacrifices…Right, those monsters!”

Old Eggplant suddenly became anxious.

There must be something seriously wrong with Miskatonic. Those people wanted to sacrifice themselves to that ugly and terrible monster, there must be more than one monster, with so many churches and old houses in Miskatonic, they could all be monsters.

With this thought, he didn’t head towards the RV but followed the road he remembered, trying to find the place where he had been gutted just before.

Since he couldn’t die anyway, he had to check the situation carefully; he especially wanted to see the face of the person performing the sacrifice so he could warn the others later on.

He quickly found that church, its doors wide open and brightly lit inside.

Old Eggplant walked straight into the church, planning to catch them off guard.

But as soon as he stepped inside, he remembered something.

If time in the game was flowing, then by the time he arrived, they should have finished the sacrificial ceremony.

Wouldn’t that mean he had made a wasted trip?

Just as Old Eggplant began to regret his decision, he saw, in the spacious church, a group of people in black robes gathered around a complex ritual Array painted with an unknown red dye. In the center, on the stone altar, an unlucky fellow was being held down, and a man with a hood was holding an obsidian sacrificial knife, about to strike.

“Hold it!”

Old Eggplant shouted loudly, causing several people with sinister smiles on their faces to turn around and look his way.

However, the knife had already been plunged into the victim’s chest.

Instead of the expected splash of blood, only a black sludge oozed from the unfortunate one’s chest, and then he dissolved into a puddle of mud and swiftly evaporated, vanishing without a trace.

Old Eggplant was dumbfounded.

The others, though, appeared to be accustomed to the sight and sighed.

“Failed again.”

The person holding the obsidian knife spoke up and then looked up at Old Eggplant at the entrance.

“…You all continue.”

Old Eggplant said and then ran for it.

He heard a rush of footsteps behind him as the group seemed to be chasing after him.

“Was that other player just now?”

Old Eggplant remembered that the unfortunate fellow had also helped him build Night Country before and seemed to be some kind of Engineer.

Clearly, he had also entered Miskatonic, and like Old Eggplant before, was captured here as a sacrifice.

Just like Old Eggplant, he also couldn’t be used as material for the sacrifice, because they were essentially players, not of this world.

Old Eggplant ran at full speed and, before he could be caught, an old-fashioned car drove by on the road and slammed into him.

As his consciousness drifted away, Old Eggplant seemed to hear whispers in the night, like the murmurs of some distant existence.

He couldn’t make out the language, only understanding a few brief sentences.

“Hail! ■■■■■! The Black Goat of the woods with a thousand young!”

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Right about now should be the time for the EDG match; there must be a hidden significance.

Seeking recommendation tickets, seeking monthly tickets!