Fabricating myths, starting with the creation of eight fictional ancient tribes

As night deepened, the chilling atmosphere within the desolate, forbidden land grew even stronger.

But Wan Xingwang was extremely comfortable on the dusty armchair in the main room.

"Slurp—"

He slurped the last mouthful of spicy broth into his mouth, where it exploded with the unique spiciness of hot pot.

Wan Xingwang let out a satisfied burp and casually tossed the empty self-heating pot aside.

He picked up the half-flat bottle of "happy water" again, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Carbonated bubbles slid down the esophagus into the stomach, taking away all the fatigue.

"Although these explorers aren't very skilled, the food they brought is quite good."

Wan Xingwang smacked his lips and pulled a box of "Extra" gum from his pocket.

I peeled one open and popped it into my mouth. Amidst the irresistible minty flavor, I started to get down to business.

A pale blue system light screen slowly unfolded before his eyes.

[Data collection in progress...]

[Current Mythical Events: Tokyo's Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Village Guardians Suppressing a Headless Corpse, Ghostly Soldiers Borrowing a Path.]

[Impact range: Extremely high.]

Fear level: Off the charts.

Looking at the constantly changing numbers, Wan Xingwang couldn't suppress a smile.

The system notifications have been constant ever since he started creating this mythical world.

Especially just now, after Ren Quanxu and his group led hundreds of thousands of live stream viewers into the desolate forbidden area,

The growth rate of fabricated points is simply like a rocket.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands..."

Wan Xingwang counted the long string of zeros, his eyes shining.

"A full two hundred thousand fabricated points!"

He rubbed his hands together excitedly, his heart pounding.

Keep in mind that in the system's redemption shop, these points are enough to redeem a "low-level miracle card" with a coverage area of ​​20 kilometers!

With this card, he could create even grander and more realistic mythological scenes at will within a 20-kilometer radius.

But that's not all the surprises.

[Ding! Congratulations, host! This mythological fabrication has been rated "Perfect".]

[Special Reward: One Low-Level Miracle Card with a Range of 100 Kilometers!]

The system's voice was like heavenly music.

A card emitting a faint golden light appeared out of thin air in Wan Xingwang's hand.

He lay on the armchair, caressing the miracle card repeatedly as if it were the most precious gem in the world.

"One hundred kilometers..."

Wan Xingwang squinted, his gaze passing through the dilapidated windowpane as he looked towards the dark mountains in the distance.

This covers almost half of the Qinling Mountains.

"Now that the stage is set and the audience is in place, we have to make the performance even more spectacular."

With a thought, he brought up that familiar light blue screen, the window to the outside world's internet.

The system's built-in "incognito browsing card" has already been activated.

In this online world, he is a true ghost; no one can catch him.

……

At this point, the internet had already descended into utter madness because of that ID – "Ji Xuanyuan".

The once quiet mythology forum is now practically burning with servers.

The technicians cursed as they tried to expand the capacity, but they still couldn't stop the flood of traffic.

Wan Xingwang had just logged into the backend.

"Ding ding ding ding ding—"

The barrage of private message notifications nearly made his head buzz.

The number of private messages, comments, and mentions in the backend are all displayed in bright red "999+".

This is more than just numbers.

This reflects the world's fear of the unknown and its yearning for immortality.

"This feeling of being the center of attention is really not bad."

Wan Xingwang leaned back in his chair, a mocking smile playing on his lips, enjoying the thrill of being the mastermind behind the scenes.

He knew very well that the "Invincible West" who died in the bronze coffin had played a significant role in this surge of popularity.

It was that fool's desperate attempt to create a sensation that completely ignited public opinion.

He casually clicked on a few comments and browsed through them.

"Master! Please explain what a great conflict is?"

"I'm begging for clues about the elixir of immortality! I'm willing to give up everything I own!"

"Did those ghostly soldiers really go to Japan? That was so satisfying!"

Most people's attention is focused on these extremely sensitive words.

Wan Xingwang did not rush to reply.

He knew that mystery was the best fuel to keep the hype going.

Only by occasionally revealing a few words can these mortals be driven even more mad.

He spent some time browsing before finally deciding to post a new thread.

Fingers tapped lightly on the virtual keyboard.

A few seconds later, a pinned and featured post appeared out of nowhere.

[Answer regarding the "Great Conflict of the Ages".]

The title is concise and to the point.

The content is even more arrogant and boundless:

"The shackles of heaven and earth have been broken, and the revival of spiritual energy is imminent."

"All living beings have the potential to become immortals, and mortals can also defy fate and change their destiny."

"This is a golden age, and regardless of status or wealth, you... can all participate!"

Click, send, and for a moment, the global network seemed to freeze for a second.

What followed was an explosion on the scale of a nuclear bomb.

Within just one minute, this post went viral across major social media platforms, news websites, and short video apps.

Weibo crashed.

Twitter is down.

Countless people screamed in front of their screens, their fingers trembling as they frantically forwarded the message.

"Become an immortal! It's really possible to become an immortal!"

"The master has spoken! Everyone has a chance!"

"Whether you're a billionaire or a beggar, you have a chance to live forever? That's so fair!"

The frenzied attacks surged in again like a tsunami.

Everyone is asking about the specific opportunity to become an immortal, and the so-called "qualifications to participate".

……

Inside a heavily guarded private sanatorium in the capital city.

Yang Wenju, a real estate tycoon who once dominated the business world and whose mere presence could shake the stock market, is now lying weakly in a hospital bed.

His face was sallow, and his eyes were sunken—the typical signs of death in the late stages of cancer.

But at this moment, he was tightly gripping the tablet computer in his hand, and a glint of light, like a final burst of life, suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"The great struggle of the ages...becoming an immortal...achieving eternal life..."

Yang Wenju was panting heavily, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"It's true...it must be true..."

For someone who is about to leave this world, who possesses endless wealth but cannot buy even a second of life.

This sentence is a lifeline, the only hope!

"Quick! Contact that hacker for me!"

Yang Wenju suddenly sat up, ignoring the pain from the tubes being pulled on his body, and roared at his secretary beside him.

"Even if it's just one hundred million! One billion! Ten billion!"

"Just help me find the IP address of this 'Ji Xuanyuan'!"

"Just let me get in touch with him!"

"I'd give him the entire company!"

Under the reward, there must be a brave man.

On the other side of the ocean, in a dimly lit basement.