I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 933 - 933 932. Another Me

Chapter 933: 932. Another Me Chapter 933: 932. Another Me “You say.”

Lu Ban’s heart jolted. He guessed that Cui Siter might want to say something very important, but he was unclear about the specifics.

It was just that the battered Cui Siter now could hardly hold out until dawn, until the rescue boat arrived. In such a perilous situation, he truly might die in front of Lu Ban.

For the second time.

“I know.”

Cui Siter’s voice was hushed so that only he and Lu Ban could hear.

“When we were at the hotel, I saw another myself.”

“To be precise, I learned what I truly look like.”

“I am just an illusion, a memory, merely an actor on a stage.”

His voice trembled slightly, whether from the excessive loss of blood leading to exhaustion or from the shivers that followed the realization of these facts.

“I am a bit cold.”

Cui Siter suddenly interrupted his narration.

Lu Ban knew this was due to a delusion caused by the loss of blood. At this moment, Cui Siter’s sensory system was in disorder; he was gradually losing body heat, the fact proclaimed by Cui Siter’s pale lips.

Lu Ban searched in the trunk and could only find a dusty blanket which he then placed over Cui Siter.

“Thank you, thank you.”

Cui Siter sounded like an isolated old man, muttering in a low voice, growing fainter.

“Keep talking, I’m listening.”

Lu Ban held Cui Siter’s hand; although the palm was bloody and mangled, with two fingers gruesomely exposing bone, he didn’t mind these and continued to transmit his own body heat through the palm of his hand.

“In the hotel, I learned everything. Your adventures, our adventures, haha, it’s unbelievable. I even thought it was just a dream, a strange dream.”

Cui Siter coughed twice, not knowing what came out of his throat as the vehicle jolted, causing his body to sway slightly.

“I also learned why I exist here, Lu Ban. As long as you stay here, as long as you always stay here, we are real.”

Cui Siter said, looking at Lu Ban, his pupils reflecting only Lu Ban’s figure.

“We are the memories that exist because of you, as long as you acknowledge this place as real, then we will always exist. Here, you can live an ordinary and common life, get married, have children, grow old, all those hardships will leave you, and there will be no indescribable beings to disturb you.”

He said, hesitating slightly, pausing before continuing.

“Even everything right now will be erased, and we’ll return to the time we first met.”

Hearing Cui Siter’s words, Lu Ban confirmed many of his previous guesses.

Firstly, there was a huge question mark about this world. The personalities of Cui Siter, Shia, Red Leaf, Amber, and others known to Lu Ban were formed under the circumstances of the Foreign Domain, an experience that was irreplicable. Yet in this world without supernatural elements, their conditions were almost similar to what Lu Ban knew, which was problematic.

It could be said that a person’s character is their fate, those Lu Ban now saw were indeed their souls experiencing growth in the real world, ultimately shaping them, even across different worlds, maintaining a resemblance.

But now, it seemed that these people were more like complete souls fragmented and modeled after injected memories.

And Cui Siter, he must have regained his original memories during his disappearance.

However, how much of Cui Siter’s memories were restored was unknown.

Lu Ban was not at all surprised that the Supreme God could do such a thing.

They could travel through time, sending the Chosen by Gods to the Foreign Domain’s past, present, and future; naturally, they could also mold these Chosen souls or wills, reshape them, and place them into a microcosm, performing a play.

Even Lu Ban knew, under the cruel personality of The Dark One, he could truly recreate those Chosen souls completely, which is to say, from the perspective of normal human physiology, those created by The Dark One were indeed themselves.

Owning all memories, personalities, physical conditions, it was akin to being reborn.

Moreover, this type of rebirth was enough to break the closed loop of fate because these reborn individuals and the previous ones were separate entities, similar to clones. Even if the real Cui Siter died, the Cui Siter here could still survive.

As long as Lu Ban was willing, he could forever live here, enjoy a common life, and after dying, be revived and start over.

Money, fame, power—all within easy reach.

Past companions departed, irreplaceable regrets, relentless pursuits—all could be realized here.

This was a perfect new world.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

Lu Ban asked. Since the creator of this world intended to keep Lu Ban here forever, there was hardly any need to reveal all this through Cui Siter. It would suffice to wait until most people around Lu Ban died and he was utterly desperate, then come forth to offer redemption.

“Because after gaining all the memories, I also fully understand that you would not willingly stay here.”

Cui Siter sighed before speaking.

“Because I would make the same choice.”

Hearing this, Lu Ban fell silent.

Cui Siter was very right.

Even if he could enjoy such a life, Lu Ban would not choose to indulge in it.

He was very clear about what he truly needed to do.

“And, if I didn’t tell you this, you would never know how to leave this place.”

Cui Siter added.

“Do you know how I can leave this place?”

Lu Ban confirmed.

“Yes, although this place can be nearly equivalent to the real world, there are still some aspects that differ from the complete Foreign Domain.”

Cui Siter coughed again, wrapping the blanket around him a bit tighter before continuing.

“I also said earlier, if you wish, the crisis we are now facing could dissipate into nothing; time can restart from when we first met. So, from here, you can also deduce the conditions for escaping this world.”

He did not beat around the bush, but spoke directly.

“That is, we must all die, Lu Ban. As long as those close to you, all of us, die, this world’s foundation will shake. Once pivotal people pass away, you will be able to return to the beginning, and midway, face that person and thus break free from this world’s constraints.”

Cui Siter said, his voice hoarse, as if suppressing something.

“So, to return to your world, we must die, you must witness our deaths.”