I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"I was just captured and taken as a sacrifice, and now these people are ignoring me because they've realized I can't be used as sacrificial material?"

"So, I didn't return to the beginning of the game, but rather re-entered the game as it progressed?"

Old Eggplant originally thought this would be like "The Last Lesson," a single-player instance quest.

Now it seems more like an online game with its own time flow, like Night Kingdom.

"So, if I don't find those college students who made the movie, they might all be captured and sacrificed by now... Oh, and those monsters!"

Old Eggplant suddenly became anxious.

There must be something seriously wrong with Miskatonic. Those people are going to sacrifice themselves to that ugly and terrifying monster. There must be more than one monster. With so many churches and old houses in Miskatonic, they might all be monsters.

Thinking of this, he didn't go to the RV. Instead, following his memory, he walked along the road, wanting to go to the place where he had been disemboweled.

Since I won't die anyway, I need to find out the situation clearly, and it would be best if I could see the face of the person performing the sacrifice, so that I can remind others later.

He quickly found the church; the doors were open, and the interior was brightly lit.

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

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

Since time flows in the game, the other party should have already finished the sacrifice ritual by the time I arrive.

Wouldn't that mean we'd come up empty-handed?

Old Eggplant was just starting to feel regret when he saw a group of people dressed in black robes surrounding a complex ritual circle painted with an unknown red dye in the huge church.

On the central stone altar, an unfortunate man was being held down, a hooded man holding an obsidian sacrificial knife, about to bring it down.

"Wait a minute!"

Old Eggplant shouted loudly, causing several people with strange smiles on their faces to turn around and look in their direction.

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

There was no blood splattering as expected. Instead, black sludge flowed from the unfortunate man's chest. Then, he turned into a puddle of mud, which quickly evaporated and disappeared.

Old Eggplant was dumbfounded.

The others, on the other hand, seemed to have taken it all in stride and sighed.

"Failed again."

The person holding the obsidian sacrificial knife said something, then looked up at the old eggplant at the door.

"...You may continue."

Old Eggplant said something and then ran away.

He heard what sounded like a flurry of footsteps behind him, guessing that the group of people were coming to find him.

"Were those other players just now?"

Old Eggplant remembered that this unlucky fellow had worked with him to build the Night Kingdom before; he seemed to be some kind of engineer.

Clearly, he too entered Miskatonic and, like the old eggplant from before, was captured and brought here as a sacrifice.

Just like the old eggplant, he couldn't become a sacrificial offering because they were essentially players, people who didn't belong to this world.

Old Eggplant was running wildly when, before he could be caught, an old-fashioned car drove by and sent him flying.

In the instant his consciousness drifted away, Old Eggplant seemed to hear a murmur in the night, like the whisper of some distant being.

He couldn't distinguish the languages; he could only understand a few short sentences.

"Yay! ■■■■■! The Black Goat of the Forest, which has given birth to millions of offspring!"

It just so happens that this was EDG's match at that time, as if it were all preordained.

Chapter 778 You'll get used to it

"Holy crap, wait, why did I say 'holy crap'? I feel like I just said it."

Old Eggplant took off his helmet. The feeling of being killed by the dump truck was still lingering in his body. He got up, hurriedly picked up his phone, and clicked on someone's profile picture in the group chat.

[Old Eggplant]: Were you also sacrificed just now?

[Zhou Changqing]: Oh? Were you the one who was yelling strangely at the door just now?

[Old Eggplant]: I wasn't yelling, I was trying to save you!

[Zhou Changqing]: Thank you so much, it really hurt.

[Old Eggplant]: It will definitely hurt the first time, but you'll get used to it.

[Zhou Changqing]: ? ? ?

[Old Eggplant]: It's okay. The second time you enter the game, they won't capture you to sacrifice. The bodies we use in this dungeon are not human bodies, so it seems we can't sacrifice them to those monsters.

[Zhou Changqing]: So this is still a large-scale multiplayer online instance?

The two quickly shared some of their experiences.

Zhou Changqing and Lao Qiezi had similar experiences: they appeared near the grassland, were grabbed by passersby, lifted up, and sent to the church to be sacrificed.

Old Eggplant told the other party about the passage of time, and Zhou Changqing slapped his thigh.

[Zhou Changqing]: We should immediately re-enter the game, otherwise they will definitely find other people to sacrifice. If any key figures are captured, the dungeon may never be cleared!

[Old Eggplant]: Maybe after the dungeon ends, we can start entering this city all over again?

Old Eggplant thought of some online game settings. Although the time in the game is synchronized with reality, it is only based on a week. Every new week, all the monsters, dungeons, and quests will refresh. Even if you can't complete them in the previous week, you can continue to challenge them in this week.

[Zhou Changqing]: We can't gamble on this possibility. Previous instances all started from scratch. This time, the instance time is synchronized, so there must be a problem, just like with the Night Kingdom. We haven't re-entered the Night Kingdom yet, so I tend to think this is irreversible.

Seeing the other person's analysis, Old Eggplant felt that what he said made a lot of sense.

So the two agreed on a meeting place and entered the game at the same time.

This time, however, Old Eggplant did not reappear around the lawn, but was on the street.

The streets were deserted and very quiet.

He looked around but didn't see any cars passing by.

"Because my death was different, or the location was different, I was resurrected at this point?"

Old Eggplant thought of it.

Many games have this feature: when a player dies, they don't respawn at the original location, but at the nearest save point, to prevent unlucky players from being camped by monsters.

He remembered his promise to Zhou Changqing, glanced at the street, and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know how to get to that lawn.

"There's no one on the street, and it's not late yet. What's wrong with those citizens?"

Old Eggplant walked along the street, trying to find the church he had just seen, but Miskatonic obviously had more than one church. He had just seen a pointed house, ran over, and found that it was not the first one.

The church doors were tightly closed, but the interior was brightly lit. Whether it was candlelight or incandescent light shining through the stained glass, it gave people a sense of holiness.

The stained glass depicts the scene of the Virgin Mary giving birth to the Christ Child, which should have been solemn, dignified, and full of holiness.

But upon closer inspection, Old Eggplant discovered that the face of the Virgin Mary was filled with an eerie feeling. There was no kindness in her eyes, but rather a seductive and alluring quality. The baby she gave birth to was not Jehovah, who could save the world, but a monster with wriggling tentacles. In the flickering light, the images on the stained glass were so lifelike that they seemed about to burst out of the glass and into reality.

He felt a chill run down his spine, and upon listening carefully, he could hear some chanting coming from the church.

Those prayers were not from the Bible, but rather ramblings incomprehensible to normal humans, praising some unknown, great being from the distant depths of space.

Old Eggplant knocked on the door, and the sounds inside suddenly stopped.

Although he couldn't see what was happening inside the door, Old Eggplant could almost picture the scene of devout believers sitting in the church praying suddenly turning their heads to look at the doorway.

For a moment there was a hint of fear, but Old Eggplant still mustered his courage and waited.

Anyway, if I die, I can just start over. Who's afraid of who!

A moment later, footsteps sounded at the door. The other person didn't open the door, but spoke through it.

"who is it?"

"I'd like to ask, which way do I go to the grassy area and parking lot nearby?"

Old Eggplant thought it was nice that these people could still communicate, so he didn't care whether they were polite or not and asked.

Are you from out of town?

The other party did not answer, but instead asked a question in return.

"Pretty much?"

Old Eggplant wasn't sure if he counted, but after thinking about it, he figured he definitely couldn't say he was a local.

"Outsider, leave, leave now."

The other party responded with one sentence, and then there was no more sound.

Old Eggplant knocked on the door again.

But there was no response.

He frowned slightly, having gained no useful information, only sensing the hostility towards outsiders.

He continued walking along the street and saw another shop whose shutters were down, but the lights seemed to still be on.

"Perhaps the people in the church are followers of some unknown evil god, and they are very hostile towards us, while the ordinary people in the city might be better."

Old Eggplant thought to himself, and when he arrived at the shop, he heard some sounds coming from inside. Upon closer listening, he heard the sound of a sewing machine or similar machine being operated by human hands.

He knocked on the door.

bang bang bang-

The sound of the roller shutter was loud. Old Eggplant heard the continuous sound inside suddenly stop, followed by voices.

"Who?"

It was a woman's soft voice. Just from those words, Old Eggplant could imagine a young girl speaking to him from behind a roller shutter.

He repeated what he had just asked, and the other person remained silent for a moment.

Are you from out of town?

Upon hearing this, Old Eggplant was startled, yet also found it amusing.

It's like having a conversation in a game where the NPC only replies with one or two sentences. That's normal in a game, but it becomes somewhat ridiculous when it happens in real life.