I Created the Myth of the Old Ones
Chapter 1

The Late System

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Welcome to become Silent Chosen No. 233

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This system is designed to improve the host's living conditions, raise their level of spiritual entertainment, and enrich their perfect life.

All functions of this system are free. No top-ups are required. Please beware of top-up scams in any form.

Arrange your time sensibly and enjoy a healthy life.

Have a pleasant life.

Standing outside the studio, Lu Ban stood there in a daze after having his script rejected for the sixth time.

The words on the script from his other world, which had become a classic there, suddenly changed, twisting into a string of text in beautiful type.

The typewriter began typing on its own, without any wind. Clack, clack, clack—it tapped out a neat string of words: All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Huh?

Lu Ban pulled his attention away from the script he had "written" and looked above that line of text.

People came and went around the studio. Extras dressed in all kinds of costumes streamed past, yet the words on the script still did not disappear.

It wasn't an illusion.

Three months after transmigrating to this world, Lu Ban had finally obtained his cheat.

Whether before or after transmigrating, Lu Ban considered himself an ordinary person.

He had no girlfriend, did not smoke, drank only in moderation, completed his studies diligently, lived his life step by step, kept his inner peace, did not obsess over winning or losing, did not dwell on his troubles, and did not make enemies who would keep him awake at night.

Lu Ban felt that there was nothing unusual about him.

His only hobby was probably watching movies.

The protagonists in movies were never ordinary. Even those who lived among the common people had stories of their own.

As an ordinary person, Lu Ban envied them.

This was a world that was both similar to and different from the one before. Some works of art had vanished, while others had been changed beyond recognition. In Lu Ban's words, it was "a standard world of plagiarized classics."

Unfortunately, he had no cheat.

Relying on what he had learned as a theater and film major in his previous life, along with the fragments of his memories, he wrote several classic scripts that had once become huge hits in his old world. It was not because he was ambitious and planned to make a name for himself in the entertainment industry.

It was simply because Lu Ban liked movies.

If those classic films could not be seen in this world, he felt it would be a shame.

However, his attempts to copy classics ran into obstacles early on.

First, he had written the scripts from memory, so they were not completely identical.

Second, something popular in another world was not necessarily popular in this one.

Finally, he was only an ordinary graduate.

In an industry where even famous online novelists' works had to be taken apart and adapted by screenwriters, a newcomer like Lu Ban found it difficult even to get through the door.

After trying several times, Lu Ban ultimately chose a classic horror script, hoping it would attract a director.

He failed.

Should he simply try something else?

His looks were decent. He could find a rich older woman to have some fun with, then get her to invest in a film he made.

That didn't seem impossible either.

Just as that thought surfaced, Lu Ban awakened his system.

What a guy.

Lu Ban couldn't help exclaiming in delight.

He casually found a spot without sunlight and sat down. Spreading the script flat before him, he pretended to read it, focusing his attention once more on those rigid, inflexible words.

The words were cold. Though the characters were neat and proper, they carried a chill.

Just like in those novels, a thought from Lu Ban made the words change with it.

There was no status panel, only a single line of text.

Begin setup

"Does this system come with a beginner's guide?"

Lu Ban thought to himself and lightly touched the line of text with his index finger.

Like mist swirling around it, the text changed shape.

Choose a profession

After those four words, a dense mass of text suddenly exploded out of the script in Lu Ban's hands.

He instinctively leaned back. Only the cold wall behind him gave him a sense of reality.

Lu Ban carefully examined the text. They were all names of professions.

There were ordinary ones, such as actor, programmer, and reporter, as well as less common ones, such as private detective, librarian, and archaeologist. There were even strange professions like folklorist, con artist, and mortician.

Wherever his gaze passed, the names of the professions changed. New names that were synonymous or similar in meaning appeared beside them, crowding out the text for other professions, as though they possessed wills of their own and were urging Lu Ban to choose.

Was he supposed to choose his profession?

With no explanation at all, Lu Ban could only follow his own understanding.

After some consideration, he chose the profession of director, because it included professions such as screenwriter, writer, and creator. From the perspective of copying classics, this was definitely the best choice, right?

The moment the tendrils of his thoughts confirmed the profession, Lu Ban watched the dazzling text vanish. In its place appeared something resembling a status panel on the script.

Name: Lu Ban

Profession: Director

Education: Bachelor's degree

Strength: 55

Constitution: 65

Build: 60

Agility: 70

Appearance: 90

Intelligence: 65

Willpower: 80

Education: 70

Luck: 20

Sanity: 80

Below a pile of ordinary personal information was a status panel, just like the ones found in many novels.

Only, why did this status panel seem a little strange?

Shouldn't it normally have skill attributes for music, art, and literature?

There was something wrong with this system.

Lu Ban continued scrolling down, but he found none of the essentials of a system for copying classics. At the very bottom of all the attributes, there was only a confirmation mark.

Yes, there was no exit and no restart. He could only confirm.

He gently rubbed the mark.

Setup successful

Chosen of the Gods, welcome to The Silent Land

Begin the beginner's guide quest.

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As a creator, drawing inspiration is an important part of the process. Before beginning your creative work, please first experience a broader world.

Please complete the beginner's guide quest to obtain the beginner's reward.

As the lead-black text appeared and interwove, three doors painted in oils suddenly appeared side by side in the script in Lu Ban's hands.

"!"

The doors seemed to be made of bronze. They were heavy, rusted, and cold, exuding an ancient aura. They stood half open, as if all they needed was a push from his hand.

But this was clearly only on paper!

Through the gaps between the doors, Lu Ban could see multicolored mist, deep and obscure darkness, and chaos that twisted all things.

At that moment, Lu Ban felt the bustle of the film city receding from him. His surroundings grew silent, like a dream. Only the three doors held all of his attention.

He focused and observed them. Three lines of text appeared on the doors.

Fellow Traveler

When you set out on the road home at night, do you feel lonely and alone? Don't be afraid. I'll keep you company.

These were the words on the leftmost door. Its color was dark and profound, and thick black shadows seeped through the gap. Ink-black darkness surged like a tide, beating against the door bit by bit.

Lu Ban looked at the middle door. It gave off a twisted, eerie feeling. Just staring at it made him feel that the chaotic, intricate decorations on its surface were writhing.

Friend Under the Bed

After living together for so many years, go say hello to your good neighbor. I mean the one under the bed.

Those were the words written on it.

As for the final door, it was wrapped in gray mist, yet rainbow-colored radiance spilled from its half-open entrance. Instead, it seemed like the most normal of the three.

The Alley of No Return

Legend had it that in a bustling neighborhood, there was an alley where you could never look back. Be brave and pass through it!

"?"

A question mark appeared above Lu Ban's head.

There was something wrong with your system, wasn't there?

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