I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Old Eggplant didn't know why.

Did Lu Tan create this copy based on this film festival so that he could experience it?

Or

"It's impossible for Lu Jian to be at the film festival right now. Let's use this virtual reality helmet to experience it live, right?"

Old Eggplant smiled.

However, he has seen some game ideas before, that is, using augmented reality technology, players wear smart glasses, and things in reality will become what they look like in the game, and players can interact and play in reality.

For example, the previously popular Pokémon mobile games required players to go to certain locations in reality to capture Pokémon, which was a way to achieve this.

Lu Tiao, [Morning Star], achieved virtual reality technology in one step, and now he is going to do augmented reality?

Although Lao Eggplant is a gamer, he also has his own thoughts on the gaming industry.

To put it bluntly, what is lacking in today’s games is not creativity, but the way to realize creativity. There are many wild ideas and gameplay methods that no one has thought of, but it is just that they cannot be well realized with existing technical means.

For example, people in the past thought about how interesting it would be if the game could move, climb, and fly freely. However, the code and computer skills at that time could only support the characters to move on a plane. It was not until later with the development of computer technology that openness was possible. World, despite this, those open worlds are not completely free. The NPCs in them all follow the code and cannot derive a real world.

Lu Tiao's [Morning Star] obviously solved this problem. In the Kingdom of Darkness, Lao Eggplant had communicated with the aboriginal people, and they all seemed like real human beings with their own thoughts.

Although many people appear dull due to lack of knowledge, their intelligence is obviously normal.

Therefore, Lao Eggplant has always suspected that the Kingdom of Night does exist and is a real place. What Lu Jian did was just to allow players like them to travel through time and land there in some way.

In any case, Lao Eggplant must visit Miskatok.

Before entering the game, Lao Eggplant did some homework and searched for information about Miskatok, but he only found news about the film festival, which he kept in mind.

Then, he put on his helmet and entered the [Land of Silence].

Lao Eggplant did not enter the [Last Lesson] that he had been exploring, but instead opened the door to the [Film Festival].

As soon as the door moved, a gray mist enveloped Old Eggplant. Immediately, Old Eggplant felt a strong attraction coming from the front and was sucked into the door.

The surrounding scenery became psychedelic, as if fuels of various colors were mixed into the water and kept swaying, eventually forming colorful colors.

These colors are like colors that do not exist in this world, flying to the sky, the universe and the stars.

When he came back to his senses, Old Eggplant was already standing on the ground with both feet.

He first confirmed his status.

At least it's human-like.

Old Eggplant was wearing the clothes he had worn in the room before, and he immediately felt a chill.

He is still wearing short sleeves!

It's so cold!

It's winter now, December, approaching Christmas, and here in New England the wind is so cold that it quickly makes the old eggplant's teeth chatter and he curls up.

"Fuck, I should have worn more clothes if I had known earlier!"

Old Eggplant knew that there was nothing he could do to change the situation by quitting the game and changing clothes at this time. He could only look around in the cold.

"Where's the film team we agreed on?"

He found himself next to a wide grassy area, which seemed to be a city parking lot, but there was only one car parked and there were some pedestrians around. It was getting late and it would be night soon, and it would definitely be colder by then.

Old Eggplant decided to go over and see what was going on.

He had just taken two steps when he saw a pedestrian looking at him.

Old Eggplant looked over and found that these people had strange smiles on their faces.

There was no joy in the smiles, as if they were put on death makeup by an embalmer after death. They were wearing suits and skirts, and looked like puppets in the cold wind, their movements stiff.

"What are you looking at?"

Old Eggplant asked. It was only then that he realized that what he spoke was English. It was obvious that his English had been returned to the teacher after taking the CET-6 exam, but now what he blurted out was fluent English.

It's normal when you think about it. This is North America after all, a place where English is spoken. It would be too difficult for me to communicate with the locals in broken English.

"Can he?"

The person looking at Old Eggplant suddenly made a sound, as if he was discussing with the people around him.

"Where did he appear from?"

"He can, he needs it now!"

"Yes, he can, just want him!"

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, he is the sacrifice!"

The few people exchanged a few words, and then Lao Eggplant saw these people who were as stiff as puppets suddenly moved and ran towards their position quickly.

Their running movements are also very funny, like babies who have just learned to walk, stumbling and supporting each other, but they are very fast.

Before he could react, Lao Eggplant was caught.

His hands were caught, and Lao Eggplant saw that the skin where he was caught quickly turned black, as if it had been smeared with dye. He hurriedly tried to escape, but soon he was surrounded by many people.

Old Eggplant was lifted up and he yelled, but not long after, his mouth was covered.

He was carried to the street. There were many pedestrians on the street at night. Old Eggplant covered his mouth and made a whimpering sound.

He originally wanted to ask for help from his surroundings, but Lao Eggplant found that the passers-by had the same weird smile on their faces.

Old Eggplant was shocked, and in the blink of an eye, he had been carried into a church.

He saw a statue of the Virgin Mary standing behind the prayer platform of the church, but the statue's eyes were covered with black cloth, giving it a somewhat taboo feel. What was most concerning was the image of the Virgin Mary in her arms. things in.

Normally, this should be Jesus in the infant state. Although the religion itself does not give God a specific image, idol worship also exists in some sects, and they will give God a specific image to worship. Fanatic faith.

And now, in the arms of the Virgin Mary, in the swaddling clothes, there is a ball of black mucus.

The slime is like the deepest night sky, and like an unknown ocean. Just a glance is enough to take away human beings' sanity.

In the mucus, slender tentacles were gestating and spreading around. Old Eggplant seemed to see countless eyes between the pieces of meat, and there seemed to be something like goat's hooves. He didn't know more.

Old Eggplant's consciousness fell into a trance, and he was placed in the center of a complex, weird figure made of unknown bright red paint.

"He can be used for sacrifice."

Old Eggplant heard a man wearing a black robe and covering his face with a hood say.

The next moment, a dagger made of obsidian was inserted into Old Eggplant's chest, and he felt a heartbreaking pain. Then, before the blood gushed out, Old Eggplant had turned into a puddle of mud, staining the exquisite ritual circle.

The man holding the obsidian dagger in his hand was stunned. He looked at the dagger in his hand, then at the others, and tilted his head.