Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On this raging sea, abandoned by the gods, a luxurious cruise ship stands out starkly from its surroundings.

Like a silent steel behemoth, it cleaves through towering waves.

It is "Shangxie," a floating forbidden island, the mobile headquarters of the Shangxie Society.

The ship's hull was enveloped in an invisible energy shield.

It kept out all the wind and rain, and not a single drop of water was left on the deck.

However, this secluded tranquility was completely shattered by a sudden figure.

"boom--!"

With a dull thud, a soaking wet and disheveled figure crashed heavily onto the clean deck.

The energy shield rippled violently the moment she made contact.

She was like a seabird with broken wings in a storm, struggling to stand up.

He collapsed to his knees, coughing violently, spitting out not seawater, but blood mixed with ice crystals.

"who!"

From the shadows of the deck, a knight clad in medieval full plate armor appeared silently.

The greatsword in his hand was pointed directly at the newcomer, and a chilling killing intent instantly locked onto her.

The kneeling figure slowly raised her head, rainwater mixed with blood streaming down her pale cheeks.

Her soaked black hair clung to her forehead, outlining a face that should have been beautiful, but now only showed madness and despair.

It was none other than Si Xiaonan, the former genius of the Great Xia Dynasty and now a defector.

"I'm looking for a memento."

Her voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows, but every word was crystal clear, carrying an undeniable firmness.

"Make her come out and see me!"

Beneath the knight's cold metal helmet, his gaze sharpened slightly.

He recognized the face and knew even more about her complicated past with the chairman.

Without asking any further questions, he vanished into the shadows leading to the cabin.

A moment later, in the most luxurious observation deck on the top floor of the cruise ship.

The thick Persian carpet absorbed all the footsteps.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, there was a scene of apocalyptic devastation with lightning and thunder, but inside, it was warm and cozy, with a crystal chandelier casting a soft glow.

Memorial sat on a velvet sofa, wearing a well-tailored black dress.

Holding a glass of red wine, he looked languid and elegant, as if the storm outside the window was just a boring drama.

Si Xiaonan stood in front of her, the seawater on his body spreading out in a dark circle on the carpet, clashing with the surrounding luxury.

She had changed out of her soaked clothes, but the chill and madness emanating from her very bones remained undiminished.

"Speak, what is it that would make you, a hero of Great Xia, risk being hunted by the Night's Watch and storm my ship?"

Commemoration gently swirled her wine glass, the scarlet liquid tracing a graceful arc on the glass's surface, her tone tinged with a playful sarcasm.

Si Xiaonan ignored her sarcasm, her fiery eyes fixed on Ji Nian: "I need your help to replace Loki's 'Eternal Life Pill'."

The hand that was swirling the wine glass paused slightly, but the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Oh? What should I change it to?"

"A single drop of poison powerful enough to kill a god."

Si Xiaonan spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice not loud, yet it was like a thunderclap in the quiet room.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

The languid smile on Ji Nian's face slowly faded, and she placed her wine glass on the table with a soft "tap".

She raised her eyes and, for the first time, truly looked at the woman before her, who seemed like a trapped beast.

For the first time, an emotion called "fear" appeared in those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

He became an enemy of a supreme god and plotted to kill him.

This is no longer gambling; it's utter madness.

“Reason.” Memorial’s voice became low and calm.

"I need him dead."

Si Xiaonan's answer was simple and blunt; the hatred and pain surging deep within her eyes were so intense they almost seemed tangible.

“And you, the president of the Shangxie Society, are the only one with the ability and the courage to accomplish all of this before I get close to him.”

The memorial was silent.

She looked at Si Xiaonan, at her desperate, all-or-nothing gaze, as if she were assessing a risky deal.

After a long while, her slender fingers tapped lightly on the sofa armrest.

For the first time, the rhythmic tapping sound showed a slight, almost imperceptible disorder.

She revealed her inner turmoil.

Finally, the knocking stopped.

“Okay.” Ji Nian nodded, saying only one word.

The word seemed light and airy, yet it carried the weight of a mountain, signifying that she had staked the entire Shangxie Society on this high-stakes gamble.

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Si Xiaonan's tense body suddenly relaxed, but the flames in her eyes burned even more fiercely.

She didn't thank me, but just gave me a deep look before turning and leaving.

"Wait," Ji Nian called out to her.

"After this is done, I will need you to owe me a favor."

"You can take my life anytime," Si Xiaonan said without turning her head, her figure quickly disappearing outside the door.

Silence returned to the observation deck, with only the increasingly violent thunder outside the window remaining.

A few minutes later, the knight reappeared: "Guild Master, she has left."

How did you leave?

"...She jumped directly from the deck into the sea." The knight's tone was somewhat complicated.

Jinian slowly rose and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the boundless sea swallowed by darkness and gale.

Si Xiaonan's figure had vanished without a trace, as if she had never existed.

Only the surging, pitch-black waves resembled the gaping maw of a giant beast.

She just jumped? No boat, no support, in the middle of this stormy sea?

His brow furrowed tightly in remembrance.

She understood Si Xiaonan; her hatred for Loki was enough to drive her to do anything crazy.

But behind Si Xiaonan's resolute decision today, there seems to be a deeper, more hopeless will to die.

This doesn't seem like revenge; it's more like... a meticulously planned self-destruction.

The sea breeze seemed to penetrate the soundproof glass, whipping up a cold whistling sound in my ears.

Deep within the mist, eerie whispers seemed to echo, their indistinctness barely audible.

"This time... what exactly are you hiding from me?" Ji Nian murmured softly.

The plot against Loki is merely a game of chess laid bare in the open.

The secret that Si Xiaonan is truly hiding may be the real eye of this storm.

She slowly turned around, her doubts and apprehensions replaced by a cold decisiveness.

Some intelligence can no longer wait.

The terrifying truth lurking in the shadows of the world, its level of threat...

It is far above a fallen god, and it is powerful enough to push the entire human civilization into an abyss of no return.