Hearing Lu Ban's words, Scott felt somewhat bewildered.
Chosen by Gods?
Saved this city?
How could he, an ordinary college student, possess those extraordinary powers to fight against these monsters like Lu Ban?
Was there some kind of deviation?
Moreover, if Scott really was someone with great power, why would he be trapped in this cycle, repeatedly suffering and falling into despair?
"Scott, why do all the members of the film crew lose their memories, yet you alone can remember everything?"
"Why don't you lose your sanity after witnessing these strange monsters and the corrupted scenes?"
"Why don't those monsters attack you, and you can walk safely in Miskatonic, recording all of this with your camera?"
Hearing Lu Ban's barrage of questioning, Scott furrowed his brows, these things he had taken for granted, but actually, each one was dubious.
Yet he had never considered the reasons behind them.
Why?
"There's only one answer."
Lu Ban glanced at the camera in his hands.