Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's brows furrowed even deeper as he glanced at Lin Qiye.

The latter simply shrugged, with an expression that said, "See, I told you so."

three days later.

Outside the medical room on the cruise ship, Jinian, the president of the Shangxie Society, was listening to a report from his subordinates.

"Chairman, the number three power cylinder developed a minor crack during the previous energy impact,"

"The repair team checked it twice but couldn't find the problem. Just now... it fixed itself."

Ji Nian raised an eyebrow. "Healed on his own?"

"It's Mr. An, the technician from Nightfall." The subordinate's tone was full of disbelief.

"He passed by the power room, said he was annoyed by the noise, went in and knocked a few times, it took less than five minutes in total,"

"The energy output of the power cylinder has returned to stability, and the cracks have also disappeared."

Ji Nian fell silent. He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses gleamed with a strange light.

He turned around and headed straight for the temporary laboratory where An Qingyu was.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were leaning against the wall outside the laboratory, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, looking like two idle security guards.

"Damn it, this kid's been in there for three days and three nights. I hope he doesn't die of exhaustion in there." Lin Qiye exhaled a smoke ring.

Wu Hen said coldly, "He won't."

"how do you know?"

"Madmen have an extraordinary vitality."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Ji Nian walked over with his men.

He nodded politely to the two of them and then pushed open the laboratory door.

A strange smell, a mixture of engine oil, ozone, and espresso, hit me.

In the laboratory, An Qingyu's eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was a mess, like a bird's nest.

He was gesturing wildly in front of a dozen virtual screens, muttering to himself.

"No, no! The 'limitless' level of apoptosis was actually passively triggered... I see,"

"A self-annihilation protocol based on information entropy! It's so beautiful! It's simply art!"

As I gazed at the chilling diagrams of biological structures on the screen,

He glanced at the mountain of empty energy drink cans next to him, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

He walked up to An Qingyu and spoke directly.

"Mr. An, would you be interested in working somewhere else?"

An Qingyu didn't even turn her head. "I'm busy. Don't bother me."

Lin Qiye listened at the door, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Someone trying to poach me?

What are you dreaming about?

Wu Hen remained expressionless, but his eyes had turned cold.

Ji Nian seemed completely unconcerned about An Qingyu's attitude. He continued, "My name is Ji Nian, and I am the president of the Shangxie Society."

“I’m preparing a project codenamed ‘Utopia’,”

"I need the world's best minds to work together to create a new world free from the threat of 'mystery'."

"Not interested." An Qingyu's eyes were fixed on the screen.

"I want to deconstruct its soul, I want to see its essence!"

Lin Qiye almost burst out laughing.

This bookworm has nothing on his head except for research.

He took a deep breath and threw out his ace.

"What can the night offer you? Some pitiful data samples? A few low-level 'mysterious' corpses?"

His voice was incredibly seductive.

“Join 'Utopia,' Mr. Ann.”

"Collected by the Shangxie Society over the past century and stored in the Absolute Zero Warehouse,"

"Tens of thousands of 'mysterious' specimens, ranging from 'disaster' to 'apocalyptic' in scale, are all available to you."

“You can dissect them, study them, and even use them to create entirely new things.”

The commemoration was not loud, but it was like a bombshell.

The smile on Lin Qiye's face froze instantly.

Wu Hen's hand, gripping the cigarette, was so tight that his knuckles turned white.

An Qingyu stopped typing.

He slowly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on Ji Nian.

That look in his eyes was like that of a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, seeing the fattest lamb in the world.

"What...what did you say?" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

“I said, countless powerful and ‘mysterious’ corpses,” Jinian repeated, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Dissect it as you please."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

He was about to speak up to stop her when he heard An Qingyu blurt out in an almost pious, trembling voice.

"it is good!"

In one word, crisp and clear.

The air in the entire corridor seemed to freeze at that moment.

Lin Qiye dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground. He felt his head buzz and a surge of anger rush to the top of his head.

Damn it! They tried to poach my employee right in front of me! And they actually succeeded?!

Wu Hen's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and a chilling killing intent emanated from him.

The way he stared at Jinian was as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Ji Nian, however, seemed oblivious to their reactions. He reached out his hand to An Qingyu.

A victor's smile spread across his face: "Welcome to 'Utopia'."

An Qingyu was so excited that she was about to grab it.

Lin Qiye's fists were clenched so tightly they were cracking. He couldn't hold back any longer and was about to take a step forward—

“Woo-woo-woo!!!”

The extremely piercing alarm sounded without warning throughout the entire cruise ship!

A sharp red light flashed wildly, turning everyone's astonished faces blood red!

"Warning! Warning! High-frequency radar lock detected! Numerous unidentified flying units detected in the southeastern airspace!"

"Number... thirty-six! It's a fighter jet formation! Repeat, it's a fighter jet formation!"

The cold, electronic voice echoed over the loudspeaker, instantly freezing the atmosphere inside the cruise ship.