Chapter 127 History and Those Who Replay It

In the car speeding toward their destination, Bu Zhaozhao shook her head slightly, her expression drifting into the depths of memory. "The transformation."

Gazing out the window, she seemed to see back two hundred years.

In that year, the relationships among the four major organizations still maintained a surface-level harmony. In that year, domestic organizations joined forces to counter competition from overseas.

"Urban legends are divided into two categories: legendary entities and mythical entities.

As one can tell from the names, the latter is the future of the former."

Reminiscing about the past, she envisioned several brilliant and talented men and women in her mind's eye: "At first, some people noticed extraordinary events occurring in nature.

In the beginning, those occurrences were nothing more than a few repeating accidents or the lingering guilt within human hearts.

In that era, people were far too accustomed to certain things.

They cast sewage and curses upon others in the name of faith, deities, or monsters.

Those who died were said to have encountered a great spirit.

Those who were despised—if an apple dropped a leaf at the edge of the village, people claimed it was done by the dead.

Or take those filled with sin, who draped a veil called ghosts and spirits over the people they had killed.

From then on, no one bothered to pursue the truth behind it."

Take, for example, the person detested by everyone mentioned earlier.

Fruit fell in the village—it was her doing.

A child cried in the village—that too was her doing.

Someone in the village died, and then the villagers discovered with astonishment that it actually seemed to be her doing.

Later on, we found out she had slaughtered everyone in that village, with hundreds of cats gathered around her feet, their life or death indistinguishable, yet sleek and glossy-furred."

Watching the past unfold, the figures of a few individuals began to blur: "And so they started to wonder why the deceased could be reborn after a long time, reborn as entities compounded of the extraordinary and the eerie.

They were entirely different from the entities within the Backrooms. Entities abided by the rules set within the Backrooms, but these entities, compounded of the extraordinary and the eerie, were not bound by any restrictions at all.

Could it be that they were devoid of all taboos? That they could do whatever they pleased?

That was impossible.

Tracing things backward step by step, they finally discovered that the stories passed down by these people shaped these entities, while those same orally transmitted stories restricted them.

People said it could fly and scale walls, so it could.

People said it could not breach a gate pasted with red paper, so indeed it could not.

People said it would die upon seeing the light, and thus it became a legendary creature, yet could only live amidst the night."

Listening to Bu Zhaozhao's words, a contemplative look also appeared in his eyes: "Legendary; creature. This actually turns out to be a compound term."

"Those orally transmitted events forged them, and also made them subject to various taboos. In other words, they are much easier to get along with than the Backrooms, but they are also more vulnerable to attacks."

"And mythical entities?"

She fell silent for a moment, and finally shook her head as she spoke: "That is them. That is the path carved out by those few brilliant and talented figures."

He did not say much more, but in his heart, he had already guessed something.

"These truly are some exceptionally brilliant people." He let out a breath and shook his head slightly: "Is this method known to many?"

Chen Qing was somewhat curious. An incident like this was akin to a Foundation's path to divinity; it ought to be a closely guarded secret.

Yet now, it was abundantly clear that someone was attempting to replicate their deeds.

"Known to many?" Bu Zhaozhao smiled. "They founded an organization. It is called the Divine Grace Cult."