Old Eggplant didn't understand.

Did Lu Ban create this copy based on this film festival so that he could go there and experience it?

Or...

"It can't be possible that Lu Ban is at the film festival right now, so we can use this virtual reality helmet to experience it live, right?"

Old Eggplant laughed.

However, he had seen some game ideas before, which was to use augmented reality technology. Players would wear smart glasses and things in reality would become what they look like in the game. Players could interact and play in reality.

For example, the previously popular Pokémon mobile game requires players to go to certain locations in reality to capture Pokémon, which is one way to achieve this.

Lu Ban's [Morning Star] has realized virtual reality technology in one go, and now he wants to develop augmented reality?

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

To put it bluntly, what games lack today is not creativity, but the way to realize the creativity. It’s not that no one has thought of many fantastic ideas and ways of playing, but they cannot be well realized with existing technical means.

For example, people in the past thought that it would be fun if the game could allow players to move freely, climb, and fly. However, the code and computer level at the time could only support the movement of characters on a plane. It was not until the development of computer technology that open worlds came into being. Even so, those open worlds were not completely free. The NPCs in them all followed the code and could not derive a real world.

Lu Ban's [Morning Star] obviously solved this problem. In the Kingdom of Night, Old Eggplant had communicated with the natives. They were all like real humans and had their own thoughts.

Although many of them appear dull and inflexible due to their lack of knowledge, their intelligence is clearly normal.

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

In any case, I must go and see Miskatoke.

Before entering the game, Old Eggplant did some homework and searched for information about Miskatoke, but he only found news about the film festival, which he silently memorized in his mind.

Then he put on his helmet and entered the [Silent Land].

Old Eggplant did not enter the "Last Lesson" that he had been planning, but instead opened the door of the "Film Festival".

As soon as the door moved, a gray mist enveloped Old Eggplant. Then, Old Eggplant felt a strong attraction coming from the front, sucking him into the door.

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

These colors, like colors that do not exist in this world, fly into the sky, between the universe and the stars.

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

He first checked his own status.

At least he looks like a human being.

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

He was wearing short sleeves!

It’s so cold!

It was winter, December, and Christmas was just around the corner, and the winds were blowing bitterly cold in New England, quickly causing Old Eggplant's teeth to chatter and his whole body to curl up.

"Fuck, I should have worn more clothes!"

Old Eggplant knew that quitting the game to change clothes would not change the current situation, so he could only look around in the cold.

"Where is the film crew?"

He found himself next to a wide lawn. It seemed to be a city parking lot, but there was only one car parked there and some pedestrians around. It was getting dark and would soon be night, which would certainly be even colder then.

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

He had just taken two steps when he saw passers-by looking at him.

Old Eggplant looked over and found that these people all had a strange smile on their faces.

There was no joy in that smile, as if it was the makeup put on by the undertaker after death. They were wearing suits and skirts, and they were like puppets in the cold wind, with stiff movements.

"…What are you looking at?"

Old Eggplant asked, and only then did he realize that what he was speaking was English. Obviously, he had already returned his English to the teacher after taking the Level 6 test, but now he could speak fluent English.

It's normal to think about it. After all, this is North America, where English is spoken. It would be very difficult if I had to communicate with the locals in poor English.

"Can he?"

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

"Where did he appear from?"

"He can, he needs it right now!"

"Yes, he can, let's take him!"

"Sacrifice, sacrifice, he is the sacrifice!"

The men exchanged a few words, and then Old Eggplant saw that these people, as stiff as puppets, suddenly moved and ran quickly towards his position.

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

Before he could react, Old Eggplant was caught.

His hands were grabbed, and Old Eggplant saw that the skin where they were grabbed quickly turned black, as if it had been dyed. He tried to escape in a hurry, but soon he was surrounded by many people.

Old Eggplant was lifted up and he shouted loudly, 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 had his mouth covered and was whimpering.

He originally wanted to ask for help from the people around him, but Old Eggplant found that all the passers-by had the same weird smile on their faces.

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

He saw that behind the altar of the church stood a statue of the Virgin Mary, but the eyes of the statue were covered with a black cloth, giving it a sense of taboo. What attracted people the most attention was the thing in the Virgin Mary's arms.

Normally, this should be Jesus in his infant state. Although this religion itself does not give God a specific image, idolatry does exist in some sects. They will give God a specific image to worship and have fanatical beliefs.

And now, in the arms of the Virgin Mary, in that swaddling cloth, is a mass of black mucus.

The slime was like the darkest night sky or the unknown abyss of the sea. Just one look at it was enough to take away human sanity.

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

Old Eggplant's consciousness was in a trance, and he was placed in the center of a complex, strange pattern made of unknown bright red paint.

"He can be used for sacrifice."

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

The next moment, the obsidian dagger pierced into Old Eggplant's chest. He felt a piercing pain, and then, before the blood gushed out, Old Eggplant had turned into a pool of mud, dirtying the exquisite ritual array.

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