Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

In that instant, curiosity grew wildly like weeds, completely overwhelming the fear of the unknown.

Bragi swallowed hard, taking advantage of the newly awakened...

With radar-like precision, it forced its consciousness through the crack of that heavy iron door.

There were no bloody instruments of torture he had seen in his nightmares, nor any monsters with tentacles.

The warehouse was filled with dust and shelves piled high, reaching the ceiling.

The shelves were crammed with letters.

Thousands upon thousands of letters, their white envelopes gleaming deathly pale in the dim light, resembled silent tombstones.

Bragi's breathing suddenly stopped.

Even with just a glance, he could clearly recognize the familiar handwriting on the envelopes—it was his own handwriting.

The cursive script, imbued with the poet's unique affectation and elegance, and the same name, Cleo, was written in the recipient's section of every letter.

The first letter, the tenth letter, the hundredth letter... all the way up to the two hundred and thirty-seventh letter he personally dropped into the mailbox this morning.

All the letters are here.

Not a single letter was sent.

Bragi felt as if he had been hit over the head with a blunt object, his head buzzing.

His consciousness retreated into his body like a startled rabbit, and he staggered back two steps, his back hitting the cold wall.

"This is... the seal?"

There are no demons that need to be suppressed; what this warehouse suppresses is all his hopes and love over the long years.

"It's fake...it must be a mistake..."

Bragi's lips trembled as he turned and ran.

He rushed into the corridor, the path he took every day, at the end of which stood that old, dark green mailbox.

Normally, Li Yifei would always stand by with a smile on his face.

Watching him drop the letter in, and then pat his chest to assure everyone that it would definitely reach the divine realm.

fraud.

They're all scammers!

With bloodshot eyes, Bragi charged at the mailbox like a mad bull.

"boom!"

The metal mailbox was violently overturned, the lid flew off, and the contents spilled all over the ground.

There was only one letter.

The envelope was brand new, and even still retained the warmth of his fingertips.

He had just finished writing it ten minutes earlier and submitted it with great anticipation.

It lay quietly in the dust at the bottom of the mailbox, completely undisturbed.

Bragi knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he picked up the letter.

At that moment, the bright sunlight in the hospital became glaring and nauseating.

"Lin Qiye... Wu Hen..."

The name was squeezed out through clenched teeth, tinged with blood.

Is this what they call treatment?

Is this what they call mutual assistance?

They kept him like a fool in this fake cage.

Watching him write love letters every day like a clown, never to be sent, and then secretly mocking his infatuation?

Anger surged to the top of my head like lava, burning my reason to the brink of collapse.

He wanted to roar, to tear this hypocritical mental hospital to shreds.

Just then, the fragmented vision in my mind suddenly shook violently.

That was from Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's perspective.

Braki instinctively turned his attention over, originally just wanting to see the ugly faces of these two swindlers at that moment.

But the scene that met his eyes was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing half of his anger and freezing him in place.

In the distance, the majestic temple pierced the clouds, and the rainbow bridge shimmered faintly on the horizon.

The air was filled with the scent of divine energy.

Even across vast distances and with shared visual experiences, Bragi could still smell the scent of his hometown.

That's Asgard.

Lin Qiye stood on the edge of the cliff, his brows furrowed.

Beside him, Wu Hen was talking to the girl named Si Xiaonan, his expression serious yet tinged with a cunning calculation.

"Old Lin, if we can fool those gods this time, we'll definitely have to give Li Yifei a bonus when we get back."

Wu Hen's voice came through clearly via the shared hearing system.

"Even if it's just for that poet in the hospital who's always whining, we have to play this part completely."

Braki was stunned.

He stared intently at the background in the image. It was real Asgard, not an illusion.

In that instant, my previously collapsed worldview took a sharp 180-degree turn in my mind, and the chain of logic snapped shut again.

and many more.

If they are really lying to me, why are they in Asgard right now?

If they were just looking for a joke, why would Wu Hen mention "for that poet"?

Bragi loosened his grip on the envelope.

His originally ferocious expression began to melt away little by little, eventually turning into a mixture of ecstatic joy and guilt after a sudden realization.

I was wrong! I was wrong!

It's not that they don't send letters, it's that they never intended to!

Think about it, how slow is it to send a letter?

Since Dean Lin and Mr. Wu have already personally gone to Asgard,

There's only one possibility—they wanted to give me a surprise!

They withheld the letter because they intended to take me directly to see Clio!

Even bring Cleo over!

"I knew it... I knew it!"

Bragi jumped up from the ground, tears still welling in his eyes, but his mouth was already stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

"Dean Lin is a good person! Mr. Wu is a good person too! This isn't deception, it's a rehearsal! This is the prelude to a surprise party!"

This must be a test!

This is a test of whether my love for my wife is steadfast, and a test of whether my trust in them is unwavering!

I almost misunderstood a good person! Damn it!

Bragi wiped his face, straightened his disheveled collar, and once again revealed that hopeful smile.

"Well done, son."

That flat, emotionless voice rang in my ears again.

Bragi turned around abruptly, and there stood Yeland behind him again.

The white coat was spotless, the eyes remained vacant, and a kind smile, seemingly etched onto the corner of his mouth, hung on his lips.

This time, Yeland didn't pull his hand back, but instead gently placed it on Braki's shoulder and patted it twice.

"You saw the truth and chose to believe it."

There seemed to be a subtle, eerie pleasure in Yeland's voice.

"Trust is the cornerstone of recovery."

With those two light taps, Bragi felt a certain constraint within his body shatter completely.

An unprecedented sense of ease filled my entire body, and the semi-transparent progress bar in my mind soared like a rocket.

96%...98%...99%...

【Ding! 】

A crisp notification sound exploded in his mind.

[Braggi, Healing Progress: 100%]

The patient has recovered and meets the discharge criteria.

Please leave the hospital immediately.

"I...I'm all better?"

Bragi stared at his hands in disbelief; the feeling of being full of mental energy and having a clear mind was simply wonderful.

"Dr. Yeland, can I really be discharged now?"

"of course."

The curve of Yeland's lips seemed to widen by a millimeter; the smile, though gentle, inexplicably chilled the surrounding air by a few degrees.

"Go, go to Asgard."

"Your friends are waiting for you, your wife is waiting for you."

"Don't keep them waiting too long."

"Thank you! Thank you, doctor!"

Bragi was so excited that he was incoherent, and he turned and rushed toward the hospital gate.

He couldn't wait to use Lin Qiye's location to teleport there and give everyone a big hug.

He ran too fast and too hastily, completely unaware that Yeland behind him did not watch him leave.

The mysterious doctor simply stood quietly in the shadows.

Slowly raising his head, his empty eyes seemed to pierce through the barrier of space.

He looked straight at the distant Asgard, and at the other two people who were under the crimson twilight.