I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

"You are the protagonists of the story."

When the ancient capital said this sentence, there was no emotion of showing off or complacency, it was just a straightforward statement.

"The protagonist needs to have a personality, so the three of you are so different."

"You mean, we were created by you?"

Drizzt felt a little funny, he might only be a few years younger than the ancient capital, but he remembered all his experiences from childhood to adulthood very clearly, so it couldn't be fabricated.

"You can say yes, or you can say no."

Gudu shook his head.

"You put this here and this here."

Lu Jian couldn't help complaining.

"Have you ever written a novel?"

Gu Du asked back, before waiting for the answer from the three of them, he opened his mouth again.

"If a character in a novel has only a name, it is just a passerby with a name. If you want to truly create a character with flesh and blood, you need to build up his life bit by bit from his birth, or even from the birth of his ancestors. trajectory to get an impressive character."

"Otherwise, the character is just a tool for the story, like the priest upstairs, like the passer-by outside, the only difference is whether the author took a few seconds to randomly assign him a neighbor or a name he saw in the newspaper. .”

Hearing Gudu's words, Lu Jian nodded slightly.

"Indeed, creators are like this, so sometimes some authors have delusions, can't distinguish between reality and illusion, and even have symptoms of schizophrenia."

Drizzt and Shia glanced at Lu Lian, and subconsciously took half a step back.

"But humans have limits."

Gudu was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Lu Jian to be so supportive, so he continued.

"No matter how rich a person's imagination is and how much knowledge and experience he accumulates, human beings still have limits."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Drizzt asked impatiently.

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

Lu Jian 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."

I created the Great Old One myth