Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Heaven remains as peaceful as ever.

Wu Hen sat cross-legged on the pristine white marble floor, his eyes closed, his breathing so steady it was almost imperceptible.

He was trying to leave in the way he knew best—meditation.

Sink into the sea of ​​consciousness and close the door of the heart that connects to heaven.

This is one of his greatest advantages as a time traveler; no matter where he is trapped, as long as his spirit remains, he can always find a way back.

One minute.

ten minutes.

Half an hour passed.

A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Wu Hen's forehead. He suddenly opened his eyes.

The usual composure was gone from his pupils, replaced by an unusual solemnity and anxiety.

"Damn it, it failed."

He muttered a curse under his breath, not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the empty and silent environment: "My 'door' is locked."

Not far away, An Qingyu's figure also staggered out of the halo of light, her face equally pale.

“No, I can’t open my ‘door’ either.” He looked at Wu Hen, his tone filled with disbelief and confusion.

"It's like it's been forcibly welded shut from the outside by something, making it impossible to establish any contact with the outside world."

Jiang Er also ended her attempt and walked over to the two of them.

Her delicate brows furrowed tightly: "Me too. This place is strange; something has isolated us all."

A tense atmosphere instantly enveloped the three of them.

This is not simply being trapped, but a deeper form of imprisonment.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly ripped them, along with this space, out of the entire world.

"Then... shall we try going from the hell side?"

Jiang Er broke the silence and made a bold suggestion.

"Although it's dangerous, it's better than being trapped here to die! It's so quiet here it's creepy."

"No way." Wu Hen and An Qingyu almost simultaneously rejected the idea.

An Qingyu shook her head and analyzed, "We know nothing about the situation in Hell. There are just as many demons and unknown beings there as in Heaven."

"We are now trapped by an unknown entity. If we were to actively jump into another place full of enemies, we would be courting death."

Wu Hen nodded in agreement: "That's right."

"The unknown of heaven is better than the known of hell."

“Our biggest enemy now is not the guards here, but time, and that ‘thing’ we can’t see.”

"Acting rashly will only hasten our demise."

His gaze swept around, and his tone turned icy.

"We are like birds in a cage now. Before we figure out what the cage is made of and who put it there, it's best not to bump into it."

Jiang Er bit her lip and didn't insist any further. She knew they were right.

The three fell into a helpless silence, and could only sit down and wait quietly.

Time ticked by, and the heavy feeling of helplessness weighed on everyone's hearts like a mountain.

"Speaking of which..."

In the suffocating silence, Jiang Er suddenly spoke softly, as if she had remembered something.

"Have you guys noticed that Brother Qingzhu has been acting strangely ever since he came back from the Blood Strait?"

Wu Hen and An Qingyu were both startled and turned their gazes to her.

Jiang Er lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously tracing the ground, her tone tinged with heartache: "He talks less, and he doesn't smile much anymore."

“He used to be the most enthusiastic one during training, but now… he seems to be avoiding us.”

"Especially when we discuss tactics or share combat experiences."

An Qingyu frowned and recalled: "It seems... I thought he was just injured and hadn't fully recovered yet."

"no."

Jiang Er shook her head, and when she looked up, her eyes were a little red, and a bitter smile was on her face.

“The night before last, I saw him practicing sword alone at the training ground, so I went over and chatted with him for a bit.”

“He told me… he said he felt like he had become a burden to us.”

"A burden?" Wu Hen's voice instantly turned somber.

"Ah."

Jiang Er's voice lowered even further.

"He said that our strength has improved too quickly. Whether it's you, Qiye, or me, we have all far surpassed him."

"When he was in the Crimson Strait, he felt powerless for the first time when facing those monsters, and even... needed us to protect him."

He said that he was not a worthy captain and that he was dragging the whole team down.

At this point, Jiang Er couldn't help but smile wryly: "He felt like an outsider, unable to join our conversation or help us in our fight."

"That feeling... I actually understand it a little."

"What he feared was not fighting, nor death, but becoming useless."

These words struck Wu Hen and An Qingyu like a heavy hammer blow.

They exchanged a shocked glance, seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes—astonishment, and...deep regret.

They were busy dealing with the successive crises and busy improving their own strength.

Busy struggling to survive in this cruel world, yet completely,

They overlooked the brother who had been silently following behind them, trying his best to catch up with them.

They only saw Shen Qingzhu's silence after returning to the team, but never thought to explore the struggle and pain behind that silence.

They treated him as their most reliable comrade-in-arms, but forgot that he also had moments of vulnerability and inferiority.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the dome of heaven, turning into golden pillars that fell upon the silent faces of the two.

The light was warm, but their hearts sank little by little.

A premonition that weighed even heavier than their predicament quietly emerged.

In the deathly silence intertwined with regret, Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted.

It's not an illusion.

He could clearly feel the incredibly solid marble floor beneath his feet.

A very slight, yet incredibly eerie, tremor was felt.

It wasn't an earthquake; it was more like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating invisible ripples across the very foundation of the space.

Immediately afterwards, the light in the entire "heavenly" world seemed to be dimmed by one percent by an invisible hand.

In just a moment, it returned to its original state.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

But Wu Hen knew that wasn't the case.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, on that eternally unchanging golden sky.

“Wait…” His voice was dry and hoarse, filled with unprecedented vigilance.

"Do you feel it?"