I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

In Lu Ban's hand, the silver revolver with the inscription "Last Words" gradually dimmed and disappeared.

He saw that the two people who were once normal humans had now become twisted and ugly monsters. Without any particular emotion, he went to one of the monsters, who was knocked down by the impact of the car debris and was covered in wounds.

As you gently place your hand on it, countless words appear.

[Once human, but long since mutated due to pollution]

It worships a deity born of darkness, a deity who governs reproduction and childbirth, and who has conceived countless offspring in the vast void; she is the supreme mother goddess.

[A monster that feeds on flesh and blood, rapidly multiplies itself, and is virtually inexhaustible.]

When you see these creatures, you should run!

"The Supreme Mother Goddess?"

As Lu Ban read these records, he felt intense dizziness, and his brain felt hot to the touch, which was quite unusual.

Given his level of corruption, even knowing the name of an Old One wouldn't have led to this. Lu Ban had reason to suspect that this deity in charge of reproduction and childbirth might be of a very high rank.

"These creatures are His servants. Humans summoned these servants to gain power, which resulted in Miskatonic becoming a cradle of monsters?"

Beings of this level, even their summoning rituals must be highly corrupted, something humans would normally find difficult to comprehend on their own. Their mastery of these techniques likely stems from corruption from other realms.

There are many reasons why this might happen.

Perhaps some highly inspired individuals heard those whispers echoing in foreign lands at certain times and through certain special means, thus unexpectedly learning about certain names. In a semi-mad state, they recorded them, which were then passed down to later generations.

It is also possible that chosen ones belonging to other deities came here in the past, just like Jiangcheng Mountain, and spread dark beliefs in this land, corrupting the citizens here.

It's also possible that some people with a twisted sense of humor taught it to the locals for their own purposes or simply for fun.

In short, when such extremely high levels of pollution from a foreign land descend, humanity is powerless to resist and will only be eroded and alienated.

Surprisingly, almost no pollution from Miskatonic leaked out.

Lu Ban looked up at the stars. The starry sky here was not real. He guessed that the mist they had passed through when they drove here was some kind of special seal that bound the city of Miskatok here and prevented the pollution from affecting the surrounding areas.

This place is like a larger Jiangcheng Mountain or Pohnpei Island, sealing away unspeakable terrors, and only someone like Lu Ban would accidentally wander into it.

As for who it was and what methods they used, Lu Ban already knew.

He glanced to the side and saw another wriggling monster struggling to stand up. Its wriggling tentacles reached out towards Lu Ban, but Lu Ban easily dodged them.

Lu Ban bent down, picked up the camera that had fallen to the ground, turned it on, and filmed the spacious lawn in front of him.

In the footage, the lawn is filled with those twisted and ugly monsters.

Among the monsters stood a person.

Chapter 785 People Trapped in Time

Talia walked on the lawn and yawned. The alcohol was stimulating her brain, making her feel hazy and tipsy. This ambiguous and slightly drunk feeling is the reason why many people drink.

A cold wind blew through her hair, and Talia had unknowingly reached the center of the lawn.

She breathed in the cool air and wanted to lie down on the lawn and enjoy it.

But as Talia sat back down, she felt as if she had sat on a soft sofa.

The sofa was as soft as memory foam, and Talia quickly sank into it. The comfort made her feel sleepy, even though sleeping outside in this season could lead to a cold. When sleepiness came, no matter how much she nodded or dozed off, she couldn't trust it.

Talia quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As her consciousness drifted away, the "sofa" surrounding her also changed.

Dark, slippery, jet-black tentacles coiled around Talia's body, and black flesh and blood gradually began to devour her. She was still fast asleep, as if the pain did not exist.

Her skin was torn and bled, her nerves and muscles were gradually eroded, and even her bones were not spared.

Moments later, Talia was completely devoured, while the invisible monster continued to writhe. A clump of filthy black flesh fell to the ground, and soon the flesh began to writhe, grow, and expand, turning into a small monster that stumbled and toddled across the grass.

"So there's still no way..."

A sigh was heard.

A young man holding a video camera recorded this scene.

"No matter how many times it's repeated, no matter what methods are used, is there no way to change it...?"

He put down the camera in his hand and looked at the location of the RV.

"It should be about the same over there..."

He murmured to himself and walked toward the lit area, but stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.

The roof of the RV was ripped off by some powerful force, and the two monsters lay motionless on the ground.

Next to the RV, a person is holding a video camera and filming the scene.

"It seems you know something."

Lu Ban greeted him.

"Scott."

Standing on the lawn, Scott was speechless for a moment upon seeing this.

He stared at Lu Ban for a long time, trying to find something unusual about him, but Scott quickly gave up.

Lu Ban looked like an ordinary person, with nothing unusual about him.

Or rather, his abnormality was something that people like Scott could no longer perceive.

Just as if stars or the universe were to undergo certain changes, how could ordinary humans living on a tiny planet possibly comprehend them?

Standing there, Scott dared not make a move.

In this abnormal world, Lu Ban is the most normal one, which makes people feel uneasy when they think about it carefully.

"Come over and have a chat, and have some barbecue."

Lu Ban called out, setting up the camera to the side, setting up the grill again, lighting the charcoal with a lighter, and taking out some meat from the RV's refrigerator, whose roof had been removed, preparing to grill it once the fire was hot.

His movements were so natural that Scott naturally returned to the RV.

Scott glanced at the two monster corpses and asked tentatively.

"Are these Valerai and Wes? Where's James?"

"I'm lying down, but that's about it."

Lu Ban pointed to James, who was lying unconscious on the ground. His arm was bleeding heavily, and he was basically beyond saving. Of course, Lu Ban could theoretically save the young man, for example, by writing words such as "[Born with a disability, he uses one hand with unparalleled skill]" on his arm, which would effectively stop the bleeding. But Lu Ban knew very well that the life or death of these people was not the key issue.

"So you already knew they were going to be killed?"

He looked at Scott, who was sitting down beside him. The firelight illuminated Scott's face, making it half orange and half gray.

"Yes, from the moment we met you, no, from a very long time ago, I knew they would die."

Scott said.

“James is not usually like this. He is very intelligent, has leadership qualities, and respects others. Although Wes likes to be clever, he is also happy to help others.”

"Talia is a quiet and reserved girl who loves reading, and Valery is not so willful either; she is very considerate and kind."

"But once they enter here, come to Miskatonic, their personalities become distorted, extreme, and manic, as if they have become different people."

"Of course, they will all die in the end because of their own autocracy. No, even if they did not undergo that kind of personality change, they would still be doomed in a place like Miskatonic."

He stared at the ball of fire and said casually.

"This isn't a premonition, it's a memory, isn't it?"

Lu Ban used the tongs to pick up a rather thick piece of meat and placed it on the grill. The high temperature immediately charred the surface of the meat, and a sizzling sound came from the part of the meat that was in contact with the grill. It was through this rapid and intense grilling that the moisture of the meat could be locked in, so that while the surface was crispy and fragrant, the inside remained tender.

"Correct."

Scott nodded, picked up a piece of charcoal at random, and added it to the roaring fire. The flames shrank a little, but would eventually burn even brighter.

“I’ve been through this countless times. We’re trapped here, not in Miskatole, but at the film festival. We’re trapped in time.”

"You mean, every time the Miskatonic Film Festival opens, you start this experience, which ends with everyone dying?"

Lu Ban confirmed.

From the current situation, he could tell that these college students were not human, but rather formed from some kind of pollution, just like humans made of silt. They were simply imitating human behavior.

"Yes, Director Lu Ban, as I mentioned before, our film is about a group of college students who try to make a horror film set against the backdrop of a film festival, but they encounter strange events during filming and end up dying as a result."

Scott answered in a very flat tone, as if he were commenting on a dull and boring movie.

"This is how our film ends: suffering, despair, and fear. These are classic elements of horror films, and they are what we felt."

"Originally, I thought this trip would be different after meeting you, but now it seems that even with the unprecedented unexpected events, the ending of the story remains unchanged. And, unfortunately, Director Lu Ban, you may also be entering this endless cycle with us."

He looked at Lu Ban and said with a hint of apology.

"But Scott, have you ever thought about why?"

Lu Ban asked, placing the nearly cooked piece of meat on a plate and looking at Scott.

Why are you bound here?

Chapter 786 The Gaze of the Gods

Lu Ban had pondered why those beings who were above the Old Ones, even if they had their own demands, would not personally go to the corresponding alien realms.

One possibility is that they simply don't care.

These beings transcend the existence of stars and galaxies; it's hard to imagine them caring about the joys and sorrows of a few people in a small, alien land.

Just like humans study ants, but they only observe them. At most, they would use a magnifying glass to focus sunlight and burn a few to death, which would be considered a waste of time.

Those great wills may not care about the life and death of these alien lands. Driving the chosen ones is just a pastime, like playing an idle mobile game. After setting some parameters, they leave it there and forget about it, only to remember to check it again after a long time.

However, after learning about the plight of the Glorious Realm, Lu Ban believed that while those supreme beings who transcend everything might not care about the survival and destruction of other realms, it might not be the case for the Old Ones.

The Great Old Ones, who have been sealed away by the Glorious Realm for so many years, are trying to break free of their barriers and escape their prison. They will take every opportunity to drive human curiosity to explore the unknown and ultimately attempt to break the seal.

As for what kind of deity Silence was, Lu Ban had never spoken with Him, so naturally he didn't know.

However, he recognized incarnations of the Great Old Ones like Leopard and Charlotte. The gods also have their own pursuits, so it is reasonable for them to interfere in the development of other realms.

So why don't they intervene directly like the [Dark One] or the leopard did before?