I Forged the Myth of Chapter 951 - 951 950. Flutist

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Chapter 951: 950. Flutist

Lu Ban’s task was simple.

That was to incorporate the past, present, and future, all of history, into his own “story.”

When the text on the illusionary pages solidified into form, these beca unchangeable “iron laws.”

Outside the “story,” Lu Ban could beco an outsider overlooking the whole picture, truly stepping out of the script and becoming an existence akin to the Supre God.

Therefore, as the Silent Lands, Lu Ban recruited various Chosen by Gods to traverse between different Foreign Domains, heading to the most critical nodes of those domains to experience, witness, and change.

Returning those Foreign Domains, which might veer off course, back to their original state.

It was like the film of a movie that isn’t continuous but rely consists of twenty-four fras per second.

The history of the Foreign Domains was similar, with significant events capable of influencing the entire developnt of the domain occurring at specific ti nodes. By influencing these nodes and solidifying them, the developnt of the entire Foreign Domain wouldn’t deviate greatly.

Like the film of a movie, by altering just a few fras, the story could take a different path.

Sensing a hint of bizarre aura, The Dark One lightly grabbed with his left hand.

In mid-air, black threads entangled.

These black threads also extended into the void, linking countless Foreign Domains.

Like the rn swimming in the Endless Abyss.

Like the restless atmospheric beings at the Summit of Spiral Clouds.

Like the villains bathed in endless twilight.

Nurous creatures from the Foreign Domains were pulled by these black threads, slipping into the Foreign Domains, and in accordance with The Dark One’s will, tampered with the Foreign Domains that Lu Ban had stepped into.

So committed ruthless slaughters and wreaked destruction, so deceived and instigated conflicts, while others sched and led astray.

The struggle between the two rely lasted a mont.

But for those chosen existences of the Foreign Domains, it had already spanned millions of years.

The Dark One sighed, He didn’t need to go through such troubles, but indeed, it was a consequence of His initial indulgence in amusent, and He gladly accepted this ending.

And now, for Him, this was an interesting developnt.

He took a step forward.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

The deep and magnetic voice of The Dark One resonated through the air, like a ghostly temptation, bewitching minds.

“You have reached the immortal shore, yet you try to negate all this, knowing that countless people have exhausted their lives and given up everything just to reach the position you are in now.”

Lu Ban did not respond, maintaining his silence.

“While there is still so much joy to be had, you choose not to indulge. What aning does destroying all this hold for you, even those you cherish most might be ruined by your actions?”

The Dark One approached Lu Ban’s desk, leaning forward slightly, his tone carrying a hint of threat.

“What aning does doing all this have?”

Lu Ban locked eyes with this handso, dark-skinned man in a suit, well aware that his actions indeed posed a danger to the other under certain circumstances.

The Dark One inherited most of the characteristics of his original self, longing for chaos, advocating pleasure, an absolute pleasure-seeker.

In most situations, pleasure-seekers are unbreakable; they only watch others’ joys and sorrows with a smile, unmoved by disasters nor imrsed in joys. To them, everything is but a toy that they can regard indifferently to make themselves happier.

Unless, the events truly happened to themselves.

A pleasure-seeker might applaud the tragedies that occur to others, perhaps even coming up with so hellish jokes, but if the sa were to happen to themselves, they probably wouldn’t be able to laugh.

For The Dark One, He possessed enough power to traverse beyond ti and between Foreign Domains, the only threats to Him being a few of the sa level as His being, and the most supre existence.

But these presences were deeply entrenched in Pollution, not bothering to specifically divert their attention to His actions, thus, to Him, this entire world was a re toy.

What Ke Luban needed to do now was to ultimately “flip the table.”

He was going to turn everything into a “story,” chanting it to that most supre being.

Just like a Flutist playing in the towering Temple in the deepest cosmos.

When He awakened, everything here would turn into nothingness.

When He slumbered, a brand-new world would again be born.

No one could escape the destruction in between.

Unless, Lu Ban’s story could influence that most supre existence.

Like a fairy tale told to a person in deep slumber, although it could not truly affect the other’s dreams, it would still leave so remnants when the other reawakened.

The story narrated by Lu Ban was such a tale.

Because of this, those stories must possess a Perfect ending.

Because of this, The Dark One wanted to obstruct Lu Ban.

Whether He was in the story, whether He could beco a thought after awakening, at that ti, He would ultimately no longer be Himself.

When the joke occurred on oneself, even the most chaotic jokers would break down.

After all, He was just an incarnation, not the original existence.

If it were that one, perhaps He would find it quite interesting and would enthusiastically embrace it.

From this aspect, Charlotte indeed inherited such traits, even her own transformations could serve as pawns.

“aning?”

Lu Ban retorted.

“I once knew so people.”

He began.

Now, Lu Ban was facing The Dark One directly.

Madness could no longer change him, distortion could not stop Lu Ban’s actions, not even Chaos could Corrode him anymore.

“They were all just ordinary Mortals, fate pushed them into the storm. Before inevitable destruction, they chose to delay the tragic wheel with what was most important to them.”

“In an Indescribable and eerily terrifying world, in front of a dood future, resistance sotis becos the entire aning.”

Hearing Lu Ban’s words, The Dark One frowned slightly.

“There must be a Flutist by His side; you chose to do this, you will forever be bound there, spending endless years in infinite, blind foolishness, where the eternally sleeping are not the dead, in the bizarre eternity, even death itself will vanish.”

He reminded Lu Ban of the cost of such actions.

“I understand, just like a writer, forever seated in front of that door, offering endless verses to the great existence, I know the consequences of this.”

“If talking about an achievable result, the sacrifice of one person could exchange for a hopeful future, the cost, negligible.”

Lu Ban replied.

At the sa ti, the illusory pages turned.

A lodious music began to resonate in the ears of all living beings.