I Forged the Myth of Chapter 838 - 838 837. Director

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Chapter 838: 837. Director

The flas in the tower, though pale, were as splendid as fireworks.

People gathered together, cheering as they stared at the loft ablaze with Pure Fire.

Every face was brimming with excitent, emotion, and hopeful expressions.

They knew this was the birth of a new Shrine Maiden, the continuation of He Dao.

The new Shrine Maiden Lord would govern the Pure Fire, cleanse the Island of impurities, and protect everyone.

They sang ballads, genuinely happy for the succession of the Shrine Maiden.

They had seen the new Shrine Maiden Lord before, with her black short hair, amber eyes, young and beautiful. They believed she would surely protect them, bringing a glimr of light to this dark end of days.

Underneath the Divine Sakura, Baobao watched the flaming tower with a solemn expression.

“Is this what loss feels like?”

She muttered to herself.

“I personally changed her clothes, escorted her to the loft, locked the door, I could clearly hear her pleas, her despair, her curses. I witnessed her death with my own eyes.”

Beside her, Lu Ban looked at Baobao, then at the cheering crowd.

This deceit would continue for many years, until the destruction of the island.

One girl after another would be burnt by the Pure Fire, turning into kindling for the Divine Sakura.

Under Baobao’s witness, the little Shrine Maiden’s death was an unalterable reality, beyond the reach of any being, even herself.

She couldn’t even conjure a fictional existence to accompany her.

Lu Ban had thought Baobao was just soone who enjoyed fun, rely saying things for the sake of it. He hadn’t expected her to be so deeply involved.

Perhaps that’s how Outer Gods are, willing to beco tools if they so desire.

Thinking it over, Lu Ban sowhat understood more.

It was like when he read novels, watched movies, or played gas. If he encountered a profoundly morable scene that moved him, he too would want to share that feeling, even going so far as to deceive others to co and see it.

At such tis, a plotline that pierced his own heart could make him happy because it broke others’ defenses.

Such spirit-like behavior, perhaps, is the complexity of human nature.

For Baobao, she was rely a player, whether it was Lu Ban or the little Shrine Maiden, they were characters in the ga.

She could imrse herself in the story, experiencing the deep sentints of joy and sorrow, but she was just a player.

Once the ga was turned off, everything returned to reality.

Even Baobao could reminisce about the plot and tempt others to experience it, watching them cry while laughing heartily.

Baobao could also open a modifier, be it the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow or the Blue-Green Modifier, to transform this imperfect plot into what she desired, or even go directly to the author, beat him up, lock him in a dark room and force him to change the storyline her way.

But that wasn’t what Baobao wanted.

Like everyone watching a magic show, it’s not really about recognizing the tricks; it’s about wanting to be deceived.

What she longed for was that mont of thrill in her heart, drumd by an uncontrollable story—the unpredictable stage of fate where all sentints of life and death play out.

Thus, Baobao would even deceive herself.

Lu Ban witnessed it all.

In his vision, silver text erged.

[Witnessing Blossoming: 1/1]

[Congratulations on completing the mission]

He was ready to return. Lu Ban called out to Baobao, who wiped her tears and quickly reverted to her usual lazy and sly deanor.

“Would you like to regress?”

“Yes/No”

He chose to regress. In a mont, clear flas ignited around him, encircling Lu Ban.

He saw the scenery around him being consud by the flas, fading, and then starting to flow again.

He saw one Shrine Maiden after another ascending the loft, their presence filling the Divine Sakura with curses and agony, transforming into nourishnt for Shia.

He watched those familiar faces et their destinies’ end.

He saw that despite this, the world would still be obliterated with a sigh, completely erased, with no trace left for anyone to find of its previous existence.

Lu Ban watched all of this and suddenly felt a similar sensation.

Once he was extracted from these events, he could see everything clearly.

He developed a new understanding.

Beside him, Baobao still held Lu Ban’s hand, curiously observing this bizarre, Foreign Domain.

Lu Ban thought about the so-called Ancient Overlords, the Outer Gods. The reason they possess such grand power is that they exist outside all worlds.

This Foreign Domain to those great existences, was like a series of movies.

They could adjust the playback as they wished, fast forward, pause, rewind, and rewatch the sa segnt.

And once they observed the details of those segnts, they would rember them, fixing them in place.

But there were too many movies; not every movie had been watched.

Sotis, the audience had only heard about the plot of so movies, knowing the general flow but lacking the details, like Schr??dinger’s cat, with an unknown fate.

Thus, so audience mbers, wishing to steer the movie toward their desired direction, would use their power to have soone tamper with the film reel’s content.

Different audience mbers had different tastes; so favored tragedy, others preferred cody, and conflicts and contradictions indirectly changed the movie’s content.

This was the origin of the Chosen by Gods.

To separate oneself from the movie and beco an audience mber, one must traverse and completely detach from the Foreign Domain.

This was Sublimation.

Taoist Crane Cry once said that to beco divine, one must leave an indelible mark on the world, ascending to a conceptual existence.

But now, it seed that this was only an incomplete path to divinity. Such Divine Beings could only wander within certain ranges of Foreign Domains but could not reach the true heights of Divine Beings.

The true Divine Beings were Players.

The audience, readers, Players of this Foreign Domain, those were the Ancient Overlords.

As for Baobao, as an Outer God, he served as the Foreign Domain’s Director, screenwriter, Actor.

Lu Ban wanted to protect his world from the attack of Pollution, so he had preemptively provided the Foreign Domain with Pollution, raising the world’s Corrosion threshold.

But if he truly wanted to free the world from the influence of Pollution, he needed to present this Foreign Domain before the “audience.”

It had to be written, fild, and presented by a creator, then observed, solidified, and established as an unchangeable work by countless Ancient Overlords.

Lu Ban had to evolve from being a part of the Foreign Domain into the one who could control it, the “Director.”

He had to seize the scriptwriting pen from those unknowable higher beings and write the world’s ending and conclusion personally.

He had to beco the Ancient Overlord who surpassed other Ancient Overlords, the Supre God.

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