Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Upon hearing this, Gilgamesh's golden eyes, already burning with rage, suddenly narrowed.

"Arrogant monkey!"

He roared, unleashing his full divine power, which transformed into a surging golden storm that soared into the sky.

The ground of the entire courtyard trembled slightly under this force, and countless fine cracks spread out from him.

The giant axe in his hand—the Axe of Opening Up—hummed and gleamed with a chilling light.

Sun Wukong grinned, his smile brimming with the exhilarating satisfaction of meeting a worthy opponent.

He carried the golden cudgel on his shoulder, his body slightly lowered, like a fully drawn bow.

"This is so true!"

Before he finished speaking, Gilgamesh's figure transformed into a golden lightning bolt, instantly traversing a distance of tens of meters and appearing in front of Sun Wukong.

"Disappear from my sight!"

The axe of creation, carrying the force of splitting the heavens and earth, came crashing down!

This axe strike seemed to tear even space itself apart.

"Well done!"

Instead of retreating, Sun Wukong advanced, his golden cudgel swelling in the wind and transforming into a giant pillar supporting the sky, fiercely meeting the attack from below!

"boom--!!!"

In the center of the courtyard, two beams of light, one gold and one red, collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar more terrifying than ever before.

The blinding light caused Li Yifei and Blake, who were watching from the sidelines, to instinctively close their eyes.

A violent energy shockwave swept in all directions like a tsunami, tearing off a layer of the courtyard ground and sending grass and soil flying into the sky.

The light dissipated.

Sun Wukong remained firmly in place, holding his staff in one hand, and withstood the earth-shattering axe blow.

The ground beneath his feet remained intact, as if the terrifying impact was nothing more than a gentle breeze to him.

Gilgamesh, on the other hand, was thrown back by a tremendous force, his body flying backward uncontrollably.

His feet dug two deep furrows in the ground until he crashed into the wall of the hospital building in the distance, finally coming to a stop.

"puff--"

He felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood. His arm, which was gripping the giant axe, trembled violently, and the tiger's mouth had already split open.

“How…is this possible…” Gilgamesh’s eyes held not only resentment and anger, but also an incomprehensible confusion and bewilderment.

He felt his strength draining away, not like the exhaustion after a battle, but a kind of... collapse from the root.

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and blew away any non-existent dust from it.

"You bastard king, you're no good." He curled his lip. "Your strength is getting weaker and weaker, like you haven't eaten at all."

The outcome of this battle has been decided.

A sense of oppressive frustration filled the courtyard. Gilgamesh did not roar and charge forward as usual.

He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, his eyes flickering.

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed even deeper.

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the void, and clearly saw the progress bar above Sun Wukong's head, which was almost full.

[Target of Treatment: Sun Wukong]

[Symptoms: Inner demons arise, seal backfires]

[Treatment Progress: 90%]

Sun Wukong's power was released and channeled in each battle.

His inner demons had long been smoothed out by his powerful fighting spirit, and now only the last bit of the aftershocks of the seal needed to be dealt with, and his condition was better than ever before.

And on the other side...

[Target of Treatment: Gilgamesh]

[Symptoms: Degeneration of divinity, cognitive disorder]

[Treatment Progress: 42%]

Stagnation.

Since it surpassed 40%, this number has remained unchanged.

Even after the most recent battles, there was a very slight sign of regression.

What seemed like a normal sparring match, in the eyes of Lin Qiye, the "attending physician," revealed a fatal problem.

“Something’s wrong with him.” Wu Hen’s voice rang in Lin Qiye’s ears, as calm as ever.

"Mm." Lin Qiye nodded.

“Normal combat healing, no matter how slow the progress, cannot completely stagnate or even regress.”

"The root of his illness does not lie with himself."

Wu Hen's gaze fell on the silent Gilgamesh in the distance, a glint of light flashing in his eyes: "External interference?"

"Probably."

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and walked straight toward Gilgamesh's sickroom.

In the ward.

Gilgamesh did not turn on the lights, but stood alone by the window, looking at the unchanging courtyard scenery outside.

His magnificent golden armor had long since been removed, and he was now only wearing an ordinary hospital gown.

But his innate kingly aura still made him seem out of place here.

He didn't turn around, as if he already knew Lin Qiye and Wu Hen would come.

"I have lost." His voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger.

"That monkey is indeed very strong."

"You're not in the right frame of mind today," Lin Qiye said bluntly.

Gilgamesh was silent for a moment, then let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

"My condition? My condition is better than ever before... but also better than ever before... chaotic."

He turned around, his golden eyes shining brightly in the dim room.

But at this moment, it was filled with an unusual sense of fatigue and irritability.

"Dean, I have a question for you."

"explain."

"Can a person's memories be forcibly stuffed with other things?" Gilgamesh's voice was deep.

“Some images, sounds, and even emotions that don’t belong to you.”

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts sank at the same time.

coming.

"Recently, some inexplicable things have been popping into my head."

Gilgamesh rubbed his temples, seemingly trying to drive away the "noise."

“Sometimes, when I’m swinging my axe, what I see isn’t the monkey,”

"Instead, it was a burning ruin, and all you could hear was not the sound of clashing weapons, but the wails of countless people."

"The fall of Uruk?" Wu Hen interjected.

"Do not."

Gilgamesh categorically denied it.

"That's not Uruk."

"I am certain that this was not any war I have ever experienced."

"That feeling... was like watching someone else's story, but the anger and despair in the story were truly burning my soul."

He paused, a hint of confusion in his voice that he himself was unaware of.

"Sometimes, I can't even tell which is reality and which... is an illusion that's been forced into me."

A gust of cold wind blew in through the crack in the window that wasn't closed properly.

It swirled up a few fallen leaves, as if trying to blow away the crumbling dignity of this ancient king.

The room fell into dead silence.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

“Mental erosion.” Wu Hen broke the silence first, his voice low.

"And it's a more sophisticated method."

"Not a direct attack, but like a virus,"

"We graft false information into his memory and cognition, causing him to become confused and collapse from the inside out."

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed tightly.

He thought of someone.

Merlin.

The Arthurian general, trapped in a time prison, whose spirit was corrupted by "outer gods".

Gilgamesh's current situation is so similar to Merlin's back then!

However, what corrupts Merlin is the "Outer God," a force that is immense and direct.

The force that corrupted Gilgamesh was even more insidious and bizarre, like a malignant tumor that gnawed at his bones, killing him invisibly.

"Is there a way to handle this?" Wu Hen asked.

Lin Qiye shook his head: "If the root cause cannot be found, there is no way to cure it. All we can do now is help him stay conscious."

He looked at Gilgamesh and said in a deep voice, "When do you feel this 'noise' will subside?"

"During battle," Gilgamesh answered without hesitation.

"When I put all my energy into fighting that monkey, those damn things will temporarily disappear."

"Then let's keep fighting."

Lin Qiye offered his advice: "Beat you until you can't spare a single thought for anything else."

"Use the purest fighting spirit to fight against the power that is corrupting you. In your own spiritual world, you are the king."

Gilgamesh gave Lin Qiye a deep look, and the chaos in his golden eyes seemed to be dispelled by those words, and a glimmer of light returned.

"I understand."

Lin Qiye nodded and turned to leave with Wu Hen.

Now that we've found a temporary solution, the next step is to find out who's behind it all.

However, just as he reached the door and was about to touch the doorknob, he glanced out the window out of the corner of his eye.

His movements suddenly froze.

Wu Hen noticed his unusual behavior and followed his gaze to look out the window, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Outside the window, the once clear sky had become overcast, with dark gray clouds churning like boiling ink.

Then, one drop, two drops... blood-red raindrops fell silently from the sky.

Blood rained down in the courtyard of the Gods' Mental Hospital, yet it seemed to have no physical form.

It penetrated through the grass and buildings without leaving any trace.

This bizarre scene was not real; it was more like an illusion forcibly projected into their eyes.

Amidst the rain of blood, the courtyard scene began to distort and blur, eventually transforming into an endless urban ruin.

Broken walls and exposed steel bars, an atmosphere of deathly stillness pervades the scene.

In the center of those ruins, a small, thin figure stood quietly.

It was a boy, dressed in tattered clothes, holding a similarly tattered rabbit doll in his arms.

He raised his head, letting the blood rain wash over his lifeless face.

A pair of empty eyes stared intently at a vulture circling above the ruins, searching for carrion.

Those eyes held no anger, no sorrow, only a desolate, lifeless emptiness.

The scene was so eerie it was chilling.

The camera seemed to zoom in infinitely at that moment, focusing on the rabbit doll in the boy's arms.

One of the doll's buttons had fallen off, leaving only a dark eye socket.

At that moment, the intact, broken eyeball made of glass, without warning, moved very slightly...

It was as if a pair of eyes, not belonging to this world, were coldly watching everything through it.