I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"Thank you so much."

Wes sat up, scratching his arm incessantly. Finally, he couldn't resist lifting it and discovered that the blackness had spread across his skin, covering his entire hand. He even pulled open his collar and found that the blackness had also appeared on his neck.

"It's so itchy, like ants are crawling on me, you know? That feeling, that itch, it feels like it's coming from my bones."

Wes gave a bitter laugh, scratching his hands with his nails. You could see that his nails had already broken the skin, revealing the flesh underneath, but even that flesh was black.

"Do you think I'd feel better if I dug the bone out?"

His hand moved to his neck, where the dark skin resembled a scratch-off lottery ticket, attracting his fingernails to scratch it repeatedly.

A sinister smile appeared on Wes's face, which, combined with his behavior, made him look extremely eerie.

His fingers quickly tore through the skin on his neck, but that wasn't enough; he wanted to go even deeper. Black blood seeped from where his fingers touched the skin, but Wes didn't care. He kept scratching until he had torn the flesh apart.

Lu Ban was glad that his skin, blood, and flesh had turned black, so it looked no different from picking at a piece of chocolate cake with his fingers, which was not disgusting and even a little tempting.

He raised his hand, and countless words immediately appeared above Wes's head.

The most common type of book hidden under the bed is one featuring bikini-clad women.

The purpose of making movies is to meet more girls.

I enjoy action movies, especially those with violent elements, and often fantasize about being the main character.

He harbors inappropriate feelings for both girls around him.

My neck is so itchy.

My arms are so itchy.

My bones are so itchy.

My whole body is so itchy, so itchy, so itchy...

Lu Ban's vision was quickly filled by the itchy words, as if they were trying to fill the space around him. He immediately gathered the words away and then used a silver pen to write the words "Last Words" on the body of the somewhat dazed Wes.

[Extremely sleepy; once asleep, even thunder cannot wake me]

Soon, Wes rolled his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, also stopping what he was doing.

"It has been severely polluted."

Lu Ban concluded.

Lu Ban could actually do that too, but he could just keep writing "It's so itchy" in Wes's mind when he wasn't on guard.

When Wes wakes up, he will feel itchy all over and scratch his skin and flesh raw, just like before.

He speculated that the contamination may have seeped in when he was caught by those citizens during the day.

Now, Lu Ban can only put Wes into a temporary sleep to prevent him from tearing his own throat.

The city is indeed heavily polluted, and Lu Ban even felt that most of the citizens had been corrupted.

"Just like the [Strange Park], can this place also alter everyone's perceptions so that others can't detect it?"

Lu Ban pondered that if the Miskatonic Film Festival was indeed a sacrifice, then the lack of related reports in reality was quite noteworthy.

The Great Old Ones do indeed possess the power to alter perceptions, but most of them do not use it to conceal themselves. For those transcendent beings, existence itself is justified.

However, the strange creatures of this world constantly hide themselves, being cautious and careful to avoid being discovered.

Therefore, Lu Ban pondered that there might be other strange entities present here besides the Great Old One, and the combination of the two gave birth to this film festival.

He covered Wes with a blanket and left the RV.

The starry sky was like an abyss, absorbing all the light, and the entire city seemed to fall into silence.

Scott, holding a camera, was reviewing the scenes he had filmed during the day.

Talia sat to the side, enjoying the breeze, as if she were already asleep.

Lu Ban saw James take off his coat and get into the RV.

He thought for a moment, but made no move.

James returned to the RV and saw that Wes was already asleep, so he reached into Valerie's blankets.

James's hand reached restlessly towards certain places, and he was preparing to make up with his girlfriend in this exciting place, just like before, but suddenly, he felt himself touching something different.

It is sticky, damp, and warm, giving people a strong sense of unease.

On Valerie's abdomen, where it should have been flat, there was now a slight indentation.

James reached out to touch it, initially thinking it was his belly button, but when he placed his fingers on it, he found that the indentation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

His fingers probed inside and soon found a warm, elastic, soft lump.

"what is this?"

James asked curiously.

"It's my liver."

Valerie seemed to be awake, she replied.

"It's quite soft."

James remarked that he had never touched a human liver before, no, he had never even handled a fresh animal liver. At this moment, the novel sensation made him unable to tear his hands away, and he curiously kneaded it.

"Is this also the liver?"

James touched another spot with a different feel, which seemed more bouncy, similar to a ball.

"This is the stomach."

Valerie answered somewhat impatiently.

James continued to explore, and soon he touched the edge of the depression. Something hard brushed against his fingertips, which James found very strange.

What parts of the human body have this kind of tactile sensation?

Ribs? Pelvis?

He was completely baffled and could only whisper the question in his girlfriend's ear.

"Where is this place?"

Upon hearing James's question, Valerie did not answer directly, but remained silent for a moment before turning around.

"These are teeth, darling."

Valerie gave a shy and charming smile. By the light from the window, James saw that his girlfriend in front of him had a huge hole in the middle of her body. Her internal organs were stuck to one side of the hole, and the area around the hole was full of sharp teeth.

Valerie's feet were covered in black hair, and her paws had turned into hooves. Her eyes were pitch black, and countless tentacles sprouted from between her internal organs, spreading toward James's arm.

"……what!"

James couldn't help but let out a wail. A shock swept through his brain along with the scene. He looked at his hands, which were covered in warm blood. He hurriedly tried to get up, but he was already entangled in Valery's hand.

"Darling, do you still love me?"

Valerie's voice was colder than the night.

Chapter 784 The Supreme Mother Goddess

In just a moment, James felt a sharp pain in his hand. He looked at the area where his arm was wrapped up and saw that there was no resemblance to an arm anymore, only a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

Confusion took hold of his heart earlier than fear.

If a gun or a knife were pointed at him, James would undoubtedly feel fear first, because he understands what these weapons mean—that they can harm his body, take his life, and act on his body in ways he can comprehend.

But now, the empty cavity of his girlfriend's abdomen, her chilling teeth, and the tentacles wriggling between her internal organs were beyond James's comprehension. He couldn't imagine how these things would ravage him and erode his will.

It's like inputting instructions outside of a database into a computer program; the computer can't analyze them, causing it to crash.

Faced with an incomprehensible and immense danger, James also stopped thinking.

Unable to even utter a wail, James stared blankly at his girlfriend.

“Darling, this way, we can be together forever.”

Valerie's lips curled up, and those lips quickly split open, becoming a huge gap that connected with her abdomen, forming an unimaginably gaping maw. From the mouth, countless tentacles extended out, completely enveloping James.

His body's instincts and survival instinct kicked in, and James immediately struggled backward, trying to escape.

But behind him, a figure sat up.

"Wes, help me, save me!"

James recognized his friend and called out to him.

But Wes remained unmoved.

"It's so itchy...it's so itchy..."

He was scratching at the blackened parts of his body, the flesh was festering and blood was splattered inside the RV, a horrifying sight.

James's mind had gone blank, and he didn't even feel afraid when he saw the scene.

Compared to the guy who wanted to eat his girlfriend, even Wes, covered in blood, looked handsome.

He grabbed Wes and stared intently at Valery.

The woman got up, but not in a human posture. Instead, she was lying face up with her back against the ground, supporting her body with her elbows and bent legs. Her arms and legs, covered in black hair, had hardened at the ends, resembling the hooves of a creature. Her face had completely lost its human appearance, and from the large mouth on her abdomen, countless tentacles formed a lush canopy of branches.

Valerie seemed to be transforming from a human being into a monster, and the distorted and perverse vision tormented James's nerves.

Perhaps due to excessive bleeding from the wound on his arm, James's consciousness became blurred. In his daze, he saw that Wes's body seemed to be motionless, or perhaps trembling slightly.

Moments later, a seed sprouted within Wes's body.

Like a newly sprouted seedling, the sprout burst forth from Wes's bloodied and mangled body, drawing nourishment from flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye, it grew lush and verdant. Wes lay on the ground, lifeless, but he was still muttering to himself.

"It's so itchy, so itchy, so itchy..."

His voice and Valerie's footsteps mingled and echoed in the RV.

James felt something soft and slippery wrap around his back, touching his skin and easily penetrating beneath it, as if his skin and these tentacles were the same thing.

He felt as if his internal organs were being gripped and pulled by those tentacles; a despair more terrifying than pain made James's brain boil.

The next moment, a tremendous force ripped off the roof of the RV, sending all three people inside flying. James felt dizzy and his head hit some unknown part of the vehicle before he was completely knocked unconscious.

“I should have been in the car, not under it.”