I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 786 - 786 785. People Trapped in Time_1

Chapter 786: 785. People Trapped in Time_1 Chapter 786: 785. People Trapped in Time_1 Talia walked on the lawn, yawning as the alcohol stimulated her brain, creating a hazy consciousness—the tipsy feeling that many drink to achieve.

A cold breeze played with the tips of Talia’s hair as she wandered, unwittingly, to the center of the lawn.

She breathed in the cool air, wanting to lie down on the lawn to enjoy it.

But as Talia sat back, she felt as though she were sinking into a soft sofa.

The sofa, as soft as those memory foam cushions, quickly enveloped Talia, lulling her into drowsiness despite the season, where sleeping outside could lead to a cold. However, when sleepiness struck, every nod and squint was untrustworthy.

Talia quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As her consciousness drifted away, the “sofa” encircling her began to change.

Dark, slick, pitch-black tentacles wrapped around Talia’s body, and black flesh began to consume her while she remained deep in slumber, seemingly unaware of any pain.

Her skin was torn, bleeding, as her nerves and muscles were eroded bit by bit, not even sparing her bones.

A moment later, Talia was completely devoured, and the invisible monster writhed on, a mass of filthy black flesh tumbling to the ground, which soon began to move, grow, and swell, quickly becoming a small creature, taking its first shaky steps on the grass.

“So it’s still impossible, huh…”

A sigh whispered through the air.

A young man held a camera, capturing the scene.

“No matter how many times it’s repeated, no matter the method, it’s impossible to change, huh…”

He lowered the camera in his hand, looking toward the location of the RV.

“That should be about the same…”

Muttering to himself, he walked towards the lit area but stopped in his tracks upon the sight that met him.

The roof of the RV had been flipped over by some immense force, and two monsters lay on the ground, unmoving.

Next to the RV, someone was filming this scene with a camera.

“It seems you know something.”

Lu Ban greeted.

“Scott.”

Standing in the lawn, Scott was momentarily at a loss for words.

He stared at Lu Ban for a long time, trying to spot something out of the ordinary, but quickly, Scott gave up.

Lu Ban looked just like an ordinary person, showing no signs of anomaly.

Or rather, his anomalies might not be discernible to someone like Scott anymore.

As one would not understand changes in stars or the universe from their minuscule planetary perspective, how could an ordinary person conceive such alterations?

There stood Scott, not daring to make a move.

In this world of abnormalities, Lu Ban was the most normal one, which, upon further consideration, felt quite unsettling.

“Come over for a chat, have some barbecue.”

Lu Ban called out, setting the camera aside. He opened the grill, lit the charcoal with a lighter, took out some meat from the overturned RV’s fridge, ready to cook it once the fire heated up.

His actions were so natural that Scott naturally returned to the side of the RV.

Scott cast a glance at the two monster corpses and tentatively asked.

“Are these Valeria and Wes? Where’s James?”

“Lying there, but he’s pretty much finished.”

Lu Ban pointed at James, who was unconscious on the ground, bleeding profusely from his arm and essentially beyond saving. Of course, in theory, Lu Ban could try to save the young man, like writing on his arm something like “Born disabled, he can use one hand with incredible finesse,” which could effectively stop the bleeding. But Lu Ban knew all too well that these people’s survival wasn’t the crux of the problem.

“So you knew already that they would be killed?”

He looked towards Scott, who had sat down by the side, half of his face lit orange by the firelight, the other half shadowed and dim.

“Yes, I knew they were going to die from the moment we met you—no, it started much earlier.”

Scott said.

“James isn’t normally like this. He’s wise, a leader, and he respects others. Although Wes likes to play smart, he’s likewise helpful.”

“Talia is a quiet, introverted girl who loves reading, and Valeria isn’t that stubborn. She’s actually very considerate and kind.”

“But once they enter this place, come to Miskatonic, their personalities twist, becoming extreme and frenzied, as if they’ve become entirely different people.”

“Of course, they all end up dying because of their stubbornness—no, even if they hadn’t undergone such personality changes, in a place like Miskatonic, they’re doomed to die eventually.”

He stared into the fire, speaking casually.

“It’s not a prediction. It’s a memory, isn’t it?”

Lu Ban used barbecue tongs to place a thick piece of meat on the grill. The high temperature caused the surface of the meat to char immediately, sizzling where it touched the grill. It was through this fast and intense searing that the juice of the meat was locked in, making the surface crispy and fragrant while keeping the inside tender.

“Right.”

Scott nodded, casually picking up a piece of charcoal and adding it to the blazing fire. The flame dwindled briefly but would eventually burn fiercer.

“I’ve been through this so many times, we are trapped here, not in Miskatonic, but in the film festival, caught in time.”

“You mean, every time the Miskatonic Film Festival begins, you all start this journey, which inevitably ends with everyone’s death?”

Lu Ban asked for confirmation.

From the current situation, he could tell that these college students were indeed not human, but rather formed from some kind of pollution, like mud-made men, simply mimicking human behavior.

“Yes, Director Lu Ban, I told you before that our film was about a group of college students trying to shoot a horror movie with the film festival as a backdrop, and then they encounter eerie events during the filming that lead to everyone’s death.”

Scott answered flatly, as if commenting on a dull and boring movie.

“That’s how our film ends. Suffering, despair, and fear are the classic elements of horror movies, and they’re what we’ve experienced.”

“I thought that meeting you this time around might make a difference, but now it seems that even with unprecedented accidents, the story’s end hasn’t changed a bit, and unfortunately, Director Lu Ban, you might also enter this endless cycle with us.”

He said to Lu Ban, with a slight hint of apology.

“But, Scott, have you ever thought about why?”

Lu Ban asked, placing the almost fully cooked meat onto a plate, looking at Scott.

“Why are you bound here?”

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