Hearing Lu Ban's words, Scott felt somewhat lost.
Chosen of the Gods?
Saved this city?
How could an utterly ordinary university student like him wield extraordinary powers and fight these monsters like Lu Ban?
Had something gone wrong somewhere?
Besides, if Scott really possessed such immense power, why had he become trapped in this cycle, suffering endlessly and sinking into despair?
"Scott, why is it that every member of the film crew loses their memories, while only you can remember everything?"
"Why don't you lose your sanity after witnessing these bizarre monsters and scenes of depravity?"
"Why don't those monsters attack you? How can you walk safely through Miskatonic and record all of this with your camera?"
After hearing Lu Ban's successive questions, Scott knitted his brows. He had always taken these things for granted, but in reality, each one was a point of suspicion.
He had never considered the reasons behind any of them.
Why?
"There's only one answer."
Lu Ban glanced at the camera in Scott's hands.
"Scott, it's because all of this is a film you made."
"What do you mean?"
Scott felt some kind of memory surging up, yet it was incredibly unfamiliar.
He collapsed to his knees, his head splitting with pain.
He was Scott, an ordinary university student who had come to Miskatonic with his companions to make a film. After being killed by monsters, he had fallen into an endless cycle, struggling desperately.
But in another world, another space-time, he was a traveler who crossed between different worlds, witnessing the rise and fall of alien realms and the joys and sorrows of their people.
When Scott returned to his homeland after many years away, he discovered the changes that had taken place there. After investigating, he finally understood what kind of contamination had