I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

Drizzt asked impatiently.

"He might want to say, he's not a man anymore?"

Lu Bian guessed.

""

The ancient capital was silent for a moment again, and then pretended not to hear Lu Jian's words.

"I want to say that no author can really do this, and readers don't have to care so much. As long as some contrast, reversal and other means are used, a character can be made a little special."

"One thing to say, indeed."

Lu Jian nodded as if he understood something.

bang——

The bronze door slammed again, causing everyone to look there.

"What's behind this door?"

Shia asked curiously.

"Some not-so-good things are also the reason why I exist here."

The ancient capital was silent for a moment before continuing.

"Let's go back to the previous topic. Because human beings have limits, there is no perfect story in the world, but some existences don't agree with this."

"To give a simple example, the biography of a celebrity may be fabricated, but the celebrity who is the protagonist does exist. Do you think the author of the biography created that person?"

Hearing this, Lu Jian shook his head.

"Those people must be real, and the book is just one of his images. After all, the biography will not write out some unknown thoughts in this person's heart."

"Exactly."

Gudu knocked on the table.

"So, there are some existences, some existences that we cannot understand. In order to obtain perfect stories, He alienated these stories. Well, you should understand this word."

After hesitating for a moment, he opened the desk drawer and took out a harmonica from it.

The harmonica has ten holes and looks ordinary, but Lu Jian can feel it at first glance, there is a certain extraordinary aura on it.

This is one of Du Danping's melodic fragments!

Gu Du held the harmonica, took a deep look, and then put it aside.

"It was left to me by a good friend of mine. We said it was a good friend. In fact, we only got together for a few days, but I will never forget the experience of those few days, and it changed my life."

He seemed to be recalling, with a look of loneliness and relief on his face.

"In short, in that experience, I heard certain voices, came into contact with certain existences, and in the end, I chose my current career."

Gudu sighed and pointed to the bronze gate.

"My friend tricked him into the door, and at the same time, the melody woven by the harmonica made him fall into a deep sleep, but the sleep was not deep, and he might wake up at any time."

"If He wakes up, I'm afraid that even the one who ruined the capital may not be able to preserve the entire city."

"You mean, there is an evil god trapped inside?"

Lu Jian asked.

"Evil God? It can be said that He does not have the distinction between good intentions and malice. To Him, human beings are insignificant, just like you don't care how many ants you trample to death when you are walking on the road. He just exists and will destroy civilization."

Gudu laughed to himself.

"For him, there is no essential difference between sleeping and waking up, but for human beings, it is better to make him fall asleep than wake up. I am the gatekeeper responsible for keeping him asleep."

"So you're here, uh, singing a lullaby?"

Drizzt seemed to calm down a little, he put down the pistol in his hand, and the bronze door made another knock, but it was already as weak as a cat scratching the door.

"As I said, what he pursues are stories, so you only need to read him some bedtime stories, and he can sleep peacefully. I don't have any special skills, but sometimes some stories appear in my mind inexplicably. , and there is no loss."

Gu Du said it very plainly, as if what he was facing was not some indescribable evil god, but a mischievous child who was finally willing to sleep.

"In the beginning, one story was enough for him to enjoy for a long time, but later, the interval became shorter and shorter. Now, I have to sit here to satisfy him, which is what you see now."

"However, these stories seem to have become reality. We were attacked by a mercenary who watched "Shadow of Terror", and we met the monster of "Dog in the Picture" in your villa, and there were spiders in the hotel just now, you His story had an impact on reality and hurt many people."

Drizzt calmed down completely, he said.

"I'm sorry for this, I also tried to write some warm stories, but obviously, an existence like him doesn't like the love of mortals, his food is fear, and only frightening stories can bring him joy."

Gudu thought for a while, then spoke again.

"Moreover, I mentioned to you before that He wants a perfect story, and deep sleep cannot take away His authority. Even in a dream, this pursuit has not changed. Therefore, everything you have seen and experienced , that’s what I told you at the beginning.”

"It's not that you are acting according to the plot of the story, but the story is chasing you."

===230. The price is negligible===

"The stories I write will become a certain degree of reality through his dreams. These stories have their own will, and they will find the most suitable person to be the protagonist, and they will continue to be staged. Therefore, if I continue to write those horror stories, Horror, weird story, maybe this world will gradually become scary, horror, and weird."

The ancient capital seemed helpless.

"Writing stories will lead to the destruction of the world, and will the world be destroyed without writing?"

Shia was thoughtful, as if thinking of the Kingdom of the Night.

Although the Kingdom of the Night is often attacked by the evil tide of the Black Forest, it can survive the resistance of the Gray Tower and the Black Tower after all, but it is just a bit more difficult.

Compared with the ruined wasteland and the ruined city that would be destroyed no matter what, the Kingdom of the Night is simply a paradise.

"Impossible, there must be other ways to kill him?"

Drizzt found it unbelievable. He had always felt that although there were various problems in the abandoned capital, at least in the city, most people could live pretty well.

But now the ancient capital tells Drizzt that this world will be destroyed after a period of time no matter what, which simply subverts Drizzt's world view.

Either it was destroyed by more and more monsters, or it was destroyed by the madness after the awakening of that indescribable great existence, this world could not see any hope.

The first thing Lu Jian thought of was Hejima.

Hejima is infested with filth, those monsters continue to devour human beings and destroy civilization, and only Hedao Taisha's Jinghuo can destroy it, and the Jinghuo itself cannot be extinguished. In the end, the end of the world will only be a world that will never be extinguished. engulfed in flames.

No matter how hard you struggle, the end of Hejima has been determined.

How similar the two are.

Or, Lu Jian thought, maybe this is the case in foreign lands, and the wasteland and the kingdom of the night, which seem to have hope, may have been gradually destroyed in some places he doesn't know yet.

as for my own world

Lu Jian didn't think too much.

Because the world I live in will definitely not be the most special one.

The answer is self-evident.

"You are the protagonists of "Madman's Mouth", and that mercenary may be the protagonist of "Shadow of Terror". The story will find the most suitable protagonist for itself. If there is no suitable protagonist for it, then this story will gradually become silent and lost. If there is no effect, I need to create new stories to continue to satisfy Him."

The ancient capital doesn't seem to care much about the fact that this world is about to be destroyed, or maybe he has lost his humanity in the long process of living with the indescribable evil god.

Only by losing all rationality and emotion as a human being can it be possible to contend with that crazy and unreasonable great existence.

"But don't worry, at least for the time being, He won't wake up. In the past 20 years, apart from writing, I've also been researching some methods that can temporarily achieve the seal in a certain way."

Gu Du pointed to the door.

"To put it simply, the stories I write will all become his dreams. Through the dreams, he will interfere with reality and make reality move in an irreversible direction. The story will find its own protagonist and cannot be controlled. Therefore, I created this small town."

"This small town will become the main area of ​​influence of his dream, and all the stories will end in this place. Although there may be some leaks, at least most of the horror stories will only be staged in this small town .”

Hearing what the ancient capital said, Drizzt felt a little relieved, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

If an indescribable great existence could be sealed so easily, then the ancient capital wouldn't need to be trapped here for 20 years.

"Does this cost anything?"

Therefore, Drizzt asked.

"The price is negligible."

Gudu smiled.

"To do this, the first problem is that the protagonists who are most suitable for these stories need to appear in this small town, otherwise they will still leak to other cities and other regions. Secondly, every story will be accompanied by Some monsters, some abnormal births, after a period of time, this area will be full of abnormal monsters, it is difficult to meet the first condition."

"In addition, my personal factor is also one of them, and it is very important, that is, whether I can continue to create stories that are enough to please him. In fact, with the passage of time, it is already difficult to create a good story. To completely imprison him in this small town requires a more subtle and interlocking story."

Listening to the description of the ancient capital, even Lu Jian found it very difficult. This is an attempt to use the power of mortals to fight against the gods.

How did the ancients do it?

"Don't worry, to accomplish this, you only need one thing, that is to let illusion and reality intertwine. Although I am an ordinary person, I can't fully do what I said, but there is one in this world. Existence can do it, and this is the technique that my friend used at the time."

The writer picked up his pen, as if he wanted to write something, but he didn't write for a long time.

"That's the guy behind the door."

Hearing this, Lu Jian suddenly became enlightened.

"You yourself became part of the story?"

The conditions are here, and the answer is ready to come out.

"Yes, He is the guy who is best at weaving stories, loves stories the most, and pursues perfect stories the most, so, just like "Madman's Mouth" found you, I wrote myself into the story, actually , Your experience is just a story recorded by the protagonist in "Madman's Mouth", it is a story within a story, and the protagonist of the real story is myself."

Gudu's tone was flat as if he was talking about some lackluster articles.

"In "The Mouth of the Madman", I am a horror artist who can continuously create horrors that amaze the world. After I disappeared, I actually came to the door that sealed a great existence. Here, I'm going to keep going and going on and on creating those horror stories that are actually going to be played out in this small town."

"In reality, I am just an ordinary family, but in the story, I am a great writer who will never run out of inspiration and have endless ideas. What I can't do by myself, in that great In the dream of existence, it will be done one by one."

"I used his own power to create countless stories for himself."

"And these stories will lead to the destruction of the world and bring endless fear. I turned the fear in reality into a weapon against him."

The corners of his mouth were raised, like a child who had succeeded in playing a prank.

Lu stumbled wrong.