I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The Statue of the Goddess of Dark Abundance

Don't try to understand, feel, listen.

[The sovereign symbolizing reproduction and growth, who can make the world prosperous in just a moment.]

Offering sacrifices to it can summon the retinue of a great being.

[Be cautious; communicating with the highest god is sometimes the best outcome.]

The statue resembled an aggregate of clouds and mist, which looked like thin flesh and blood. Within the clouds, countless terrifying black tentacles and a huge mouth full of sharp teeth were faintly visible. Below the clouds, the statue's base consisted of feet as thick as goat hooves.

It looked like the progenitor of the monsters that inhabited Miskatonic. After just a couple of glances, Lu Ban felt his eyes begin to ache and itch. He blinked and found that branches and grass were spreading on his eyeballs, as if the mere sight was causing serious pollution and erosion.

Fortunately, Lu Ban transformed into flesh and blood in time and reassembled, incorporating the pollution into his body.

"What a dangerous thing. No wonder it's placed inside a statue."

Lu Ban estimated that this thing was poured with cement and sealed inside the statue, but due to its extraordinary properties, it turned the cement into flesh and blood, and the pollution leaked out, affecting the people around it.

It is estimated that the statue will need to be reworked periodically to prevent the power of the real deity inside from leaking out.

Lu Ban thought for a moment, then transformed the pen in his hand into a revolver, and fired the murmurs of that great being from distant stars into the statue.

After waiting for a while, the statue did not change at all, and even Lu Ban's eyes started to grow grass again.

"It seems that this deity's status is far higher than that great being on Aldebaran..."

Lu Ban drew a conclusion.

In other realms, stronger corruption is difficult to be covered by weaker corruption, and the same applies to the Great Old Ones. The fact that the "Dark One" can directly confront the sealed Great Old Ones indicates that his status is much higher than that of the Lord of the Mountains in Jiangcheng. And now, this statue has withstood the influence of the great existence of Aldebaran, indicating that the corruption of the deity it represents is most likely above that.

Lu Ban quickly remembered what Charlotte had once told him: in this world, the Great Old Ones also have different levels.

Three of them are the gods above gods, the supreme beings.

One is Charlotte's true form, possessing many appearances, wandering in other realms, a fellow who is plotting something unknown.

There is also a being worshipped by the people of the Brilliant Realm, capable of bringing both boundless knowledge and pollution.

The third one might be this deity born in darkness, who is in charge of reproduction and growth.

One of His idols is enough to drive the city mad, to struggle in an eternal cycle, if His true form or incarnation were to descend...

That scene is hard to imagine.

However, according to Scott, at the end of the cycle, no matter how hard they try, all humans, animals, plants, and even buildings will begin to reproduce. Perhaps at the end of this grand sacrificial ceremony, a wisp of that guy's aura will pass through this place in an unknown way.

From this perspective, extracting this period of Miskatole's life actually saved the world.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban turned around and looked at Scott.

"This is the end."

He said, writing his last words on the ground with the pen in his right hand, and then quickly wrapped the statue with a ball of stone, intending to show it to Charlotte or the leopard of this world later.

Then, Lu Ban came to Scott's side, watched him point the camera at the sky, and finally pressed the button to end the recording.

"Do you now know why you're being reincarnated here?"

Lu Ban asked.

Scott looked somewhat bewildered and turned to look at Lu Ban.

“You turned the contaminated Miskatonic into a movie, a videotape, and transformed yourself into a character in the film. James, Wes, Valerie, Talia, these are all part of you, Scott.”

He pointed to the videotape in Scott's arms.

“Now that the source of the pollution has been found, there’s no need to continue, Scott. Every story should have an ending.”

"And the story ends with you saving the city, Chosen One."

Chapter 790 Dawn

Scott felt somewhat confused after hearing Lu Ban's words.

The Chosen One?

Did they save the city?

How could an ordinary college student like him possess such extraordinary powers and fight against these monsters like Lu Ban?

Is there some kind of discrepancy here?

Moreover, if Scott really is someone with great power, why is he trapped in this cycle, suffering and despairing repeatedly?

"Scott, why did everyone else on the film crew lose their memories, but you're the only one who remembers everything?"

"Why don't you lose your mind when you witness these bizarre monsters and depraved scenes?"

"Why don't those monsters attack you? How can you walk safely in Miskatole and record it all with a camera?"

Hearing Lu Ban's continuous questioning, Scott frowned. He had taken these things for granted, but in reality, each one was suspicious.

He never considered the various reasons.

why?

There is only one answer.

Lu Ban glanced at the camera in his hand.

"Scott, because all of this is the movie you made."

"What's the meaning?"

Scott felt a memory welling up inside him, but it felt utterly foreign.

He knelt on the ground, his head throbbing with pain.

He is Scott, an ordinary college student who came to Miskatole with his friends to make a movie, but was attacked by a monster and died, trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation, struggling in agony.

In another world, in another time and space, he is a traveler who walks between different worlds, witnessing the rise and fall of other worlds and the joys and sorrows of the people there.

When Scott returned to his hometown after many years, he discovered the strange changes that had taken place. After some investigation, he finally understood what kind of pollution the place had suffered from, but by then it was too late. The pollution was deeply rooted and could not be reversed overnight.

The being they sought to summon was far beyond Scott's ability to resist; even he himself could not protect it, and its only fate was to mutate into a monster.

At this point, Scott used his "all-or-nothing" tactic.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

In a world where all hope seemed lost and nothing was possible, Scott seized upon the only possibility.

He extracted the Miskatonic artifacts from that period, along with their contamination, and used his abilities to create a film.

Thus, Miskatonic survived and continues to this day.

Scott, on the other hand, was contaminated and forever lost his human form.

"This videotape is about you."

Lu Ban said.

"You sealed all the pollution into this videotape. At the same time, to prevent your will from being corrupted, you created some clones and put them into the movie to become characters. Through repeated viewings, they searched for a way to save the city."

Scott is essentially turning this period of time into a game, constantly trying different strategies to find a way out. If he can find it, he can solve the pollution problem and make everything a thing of the past.

If he can't find it, then the pollution will only repeat itself in the world of movies, unable to affect or interfere with the real world.

Of course, as the servants of the supreme god, the corruption possessed by these monsters is ultimately not something a chosen one can resist for long. In some cases, that corruption will leak out, causing some highly inspired people to mistakenly enter this false Miskatonic.

"Now, the pollution here has been resolved, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow, and your mission is complete."

Lu Ban said.

Scott looked up at Lu Ban.

Is it really over?

Scott's memories were taking over his mind; he felt a mixture of sadness and relief.

The sad thing is that I am about to disappear into nothingness, and no one will remember me.

Fortunately, at least his efforts were not in vain, and in the end, he remembered everything.

"Look."

Lu Ban pointed to the sky.

The stars, which did not belong to this world, gradually dimmed, for in the east, the first light of dawn appeared.

The dawn light tinged the dark clouds with crimson, and golden rays burst forth from the horizon, dazzling and radiant.

This is a scene that Miskatok, in his cycle of reincarnation, cannot see.

"very nice."

Scott remarked.

The first rays of sunlight fell upon Miskatonic.

Lu Ban reached out and caught the falling camera.

He glanced at the last shot taken by the camera.

That was the rising sun, full of hope.

Lu Ban felt that the surroundings suddenly became noisy and chaotic.

He looked to the side and saw young people coming and going, carrying books and coffee cups. Some were in a hurry, walking towards the old buildings ahead, while others were leisurely strolling around. The difference was that the expressions on their faces were all different. Some were serious and earnest, while others were laughing and cursing. None of them had that strange smile.

The campus square was spotless, with no dirt, splattered blood and flesh, or grass and trees that would take root and grow in the wind, except for some fallen leaves. It was just like a normal world.

Lu Ban looked at the statue located in the very center of the campus square.

The sculpture depicts a scholar, and the inscription below indicates that he was a professor who made significant contributions to the University of Miscatork.

In the distance, the sound of fireworks drifted over. Lu Ban looked over and saw dazzling fireworks bursting in the sky, along with the faint sound of music.

Looking back, various promotional banners were hung on campus, with slogans such as "Welcome to the Miskatonic Film Festival" visible everywhere.

This seems to be the real, real-life Miskatonic Film Festival.

Lu Ban held a videotape in his hand; the surface was mottled and covered with numerous fingernail scratches.

Perhaps this is the destiny of every chosen one.