Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen walked into the mental power assessment room, and saw overwhelming instruments in front of him. The flashing lights and complex circuits intertwined into a futuristic picture.

As he casually glanced around, he immediately set his sights on the peculiarly shaped machine in the corner, which looked like it came from a science fiction movie.

"Wow, this device looks like a high-end toaster!" he couldn't help but complain.

Dr. Chen sat upright with a frown on his face, as if ready to shut up Wu Hen's chattering mouth at any time.

After a dry cough, he said coldly: "The assessment rules are very simple. You just need to... concentrate and resist external interference." His eyes stared at Wu Hen like X-rays, trying to defend the last bit of scientific seriousness.

Wu Hen was obviously not someone who would give in easily. He blinked at Dr. Chen and said, "Focus? Don't worry, I've always been focused on breaking the rules." After that, he shrugged and walked towards the assessment equipment with pretended nervousness, looking like he was walking into an amusement facility.

The assessment procedure started, and a light blue light spread in the instrument.

As the light spread, an evil door seemed to open in Wu Hen's mind - countless horrific images poured in like a flood, suffocating, terrifying, oppressive, intertwined with uneasiness and horror.

The sweat on his forehead was dripping faster than when he was running, and it became extremely difficult to concentrate in the chaos.

"This inexplicable power is really powerful!" He complained in his heart, as if a thousand lightning bolts struck his thoughts at the same time.

The scene before his eyes began to blur, and he hoped to hold on.

At this moment, Wu Hen's expression changed instantly, and a strange yet confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he had thought of a brilliant solution.

"Hey, Dr. Chen, you have to watch out." His voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain some elusive power.

The whole room suddenly became oppressive, as if the air had condensed into a beam of expectant light.

Just as Wu Hen's mind was about to be completely swallowed by the surging torrent of terror, an untimely reminder sounded in his mind, "Ding~ Strong interference triggers the hidden ability 'Spiritual Purification'!"

"What is this? Is it cheating?" Wu Hen almost couldn't help laughing out loud, feeling ecstatic in his heart.

He immediately activated this newly-emerged ability, as if he had pressed the safety pin of his life. The terrifying aura lingering around him was pushed away by an invisible force, and his consciousness was as clear and powerful as a newborn.

"It feels like drinking a cup of espresso after staying up late, and my energy explodes!" At this moment, Wu Hen seemed to be in an invincible state, and he felt refreshed.

He began to control his mental power according to the test requirements, and his thoughts changed drastically according to his inner guidance.

A few minutes later, various assessment indicators appeared on the screen one after another. Unsurprisingly, the results were all soaring and rising, easily crossing the passing line.

"Ha, this isn't an assessment, this is a fashion show!" Wu Hen secretly laughed at himself, but at this moment his face was already filled with undisguised pride.

"It seems that if you are on the right path, the air will indeed become sweet."

He stood up straight, gently patted the "non-existent dust" on his shoulder, and looked through the assessment instrument in the direction of Dr. Chen. He stared at the scientific scholar with a silent provocation, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if declaring dominance - at this moment, a miracle has been born.

Dr. Chen's glasses almost slipped off his nose. He rubbed his eyes, suspecting that the instrument was malfunctioning.

This kid actually managed to withstand the interference?

Moreover, this mental strength value is simply unheard of!

He stared at the rising numbers on the screen in disbelief, as if he was watching some fantasy.

Director Zhou standing by also nodded slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Although this kid is usually careless, his mental strength should not be underestimated.

He pushed up his glasses and announced in an official tone: "Wu Hen, mental strength test, excellent!"

Wu Hen raised his eyebrows proudly and gave Dr. Chen a look that said, "You know what I mean." He seemed to be saying, "Little guy, my strength is not exaggerated!"

After walking out of the examination room, Wu Hen stretched and hummed a tuneless tune happily.

Next is the special ability assessment. I heard that it is more difficult, but who is he, Wu Hen?

A cheating man!

He clenched his fists, a glimmer of anticipation flashing in his eyes. Come on, let the storm come even harder!

In the special ability assessment area, a huge metal disc stood quietly, surrounded by complex operating tables and flashing indicator lights, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

Wu Hen stood in the center of the disk, took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes...