I Forged the Myth of Chapter 123 - 123 122. Immersive1

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Chapter 123: 122. Imrsive_1

Lu Ban was certain there wouldn’t be a problem when he watched the movie himself.

He had already viewed so much footage and fiddled with the editing for a week; if there were any issues with the video material, wouldn’t he know?

But now, observing the reaction of the music producer next to him, it seed like the movie was causing physical responses in the viewers?

Was it because he was special, or was the movie special?

Lu Ban wasn’t quite sure.

The film essentially followed Lu Ban’s experiences, only vaguely explaining his reasons for coming here and indirectly stating so background information. After a segnt introducing the setting and the characters, it moved on to the part about eting Red Leaf and the investigation into the missing painter.

Lu Ban had watched it countless tis, so he focused not on the screen but on Hamr’s reaction beside him.

He noticed that Hamr’s breath had halted for a mont when the screen showed that sheerly grueso painting, resembling a scroll from Hell.

That image lingered on the projector screen only briefly, yet Hamr remained imrsed in the chaotic madness of the painting, as if deep darkness appeared before his eyes or perhaps a vibrant rainbow, and he was montarily spellbound.

“This painting, I can hardly describe it, I can’t put it into words, but I’m deeply shocked. The art direction in this movie is incredible, these towers, these courtyards, did you shoot them on location abroad?”

Hamr asked in a low voice.

“Sothing like that.”

Lu Ban felt that there might indeed be sothing wrong with the film.

Because the guy responsible for playing the movie was also staring at the screen, his eyes had beco blurred as if he was captivated by so bewitching entity that had seized all his attention.

Could it be that because he had seen it so often, he had beco immune to it?

Lu Ban decided to consider the subsequent effects.

Hamr was still enraptured by the scenery of Song Island, raving about Lu Ban’s artistic style, when the plot took a turn and reached the part where Lu Ban and Red Leaf started their climb up the mountain.

Beneath the dark torii, Lu Ban adopted the first-person perspective, surrounded by vast darkness with only a faint glimr of light near.

Hamr could hear his own heartbeat, thump, thump, when suddenly a heart-wrenching song began to play. He could only understand bits and pieces, but the emotions conveyed went straight into Hamr’s heart.

He felt a chill in his limbs, as the theater seed to transform into a wintry street, goosebumps erupting and making Hamr shiver involuntarily.

In such an environnt, with the white fog all around, Hamr’s heartbeat accelerated, and he realized he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

He was naturally brave and could handle normal horror films, but this was the first ti a movie had caused such a physiological reaction in him.

It was as if he had entered that long, endless path lined with torii gates, alone in its midst, unable to see the beginning or the end.

For so reason, Hamr started rembering a ti when he walked alone at night.

It was a very dark night, he was walking by himself, unable to see the path ahead or behind. If it weren’t for the sporadic, dim streetlights, he would have thought he had entered Another World, where fear was awakened and bred in the absolute silence and darkness.

Everything in the film paused when it swept past the hem of the Shrine Maiden’s costu.

Hamr felt a ringing in his ears and couldn’t think of anything. Then ca the violent beating of his heart and the sudden relaxation of his body that had been tense since the beginning.

In certain special circumstances, when a person’s body is highly tense due to concentration, the release of pressure from sothing terrifying can lead to complete relaxation. At tis, this may even cause muscles that shouldn’t relax to do so, which is why so people wet themselves with fear.

Of course, Hamr didn’t wet himself, but he felt as if his entire body had grown hair, with every inch of skin contracting and relaxing. Coming back to his senses, his back was drenched in sweat.

Was that scene really scary? Hamr perused his mories and felt it wasn’t necessarily so. It reminded him of walking alone at night as a child, which made him feel a bit worried, but the shadow of that Shrine Maiden wasn’t nearly as shocking as a sudden appearance of a ghostly face.

But why was he so afraid?

The Shrine Maiden’s face, it seed familiar, as if he had seen it sowhere before?

Hamr tried closing his eyes to ease the tension but found that even with his eyes closed, he still saw the shrine maiden’s face.

“!”

He couldn’t help but straighten his body.

Seeing Lu Ban and Red Leaf enter the shrine, and the sight of the seated shrine maiden and priest lined up in a row, Hamr couldn’t help but admire the composition of the scene.

“I think this movie is not about storytelling, but about storyboarding and artistic expression, which really showcases the skill involved.”

Hamr had roughly heard that a director’s style is reflected by their background; those coming from a screenwriting and producing background care a lot about plot and character relationships, while those from a cinematography and art background have a strong sense of the cara.

Of course, there are also directors whose visuals are stunning, but the plot is dreadfully thin. So far, Hamr felt that the plot of Lu Ban’s film was fairly standard, just the common thriller and mystery genre.

However, when they began playing “One Hundred Poets,” Hamr felt that sothing was off.

He felt the entire theater darken.

The flickering candlelight made Hamr squint his eyes.

He felt as though the chanting of the poems was no longer just coming from the screen but was emanating from the four corners of the room.

The sound moved from the front left, slowly to the rear left, and from the rear left to the rear right.

Caught up in the imagery, Hamr involuntarily slowed his breathing. Watching Red Leaf approach the corner where the pale-faced shrine maiden held a candle, his own heart rose in his chest.

Hamr wanted to say sothing, but found his mouth simply wouldn’t open. His whole body felt as though it was pinned down by a heavy weight, immobilized; he couldn’t even close his eyes and could only watch as Red Leaf stepped closer to the ghastly shrine maiden.

“What’s happening, am I scared?”

Hamr panicked internally. He hadn’t expected a film to cause such a reaction.

He watched the dim and dreadful face of the shrine maiden draw closer until her face almost filled the entire screen.

Hum—

A buzzing sound broke Hamr’s stiffened body, allowing him to gasp for air. Watching Lu Ban save Red Leaf on the screen, he even felt sowhat grateful.

At this point, Hamr felt he needed a break.

“Let’s pause for a mont, I need to use the restroom.”

He said with a slightly trembling voice, instructed his assistant to pause the video, and walked to the company restroom.

After easing so pressure, Hamr zipped up his pants and turned on the faucet to wash his hands.

Splashing water on his face, Hamr lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he had just been through an ordeal.

“This movie, the atmosphere is too intense…”

He muttered to himself, turned off the faucet, and took one last look at himself in the mirror.

He saw his reflection in the mirror smiling back at him.

But he was not smiling.

“…”

Hamr leaned against the wall, feeling a little dizzy.

He strongly suspected that before he finished watching this film, his body might give out first!