Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The wind in Asgard carried a rusty smell, causing Lin Qiye's trench coat to flutter loudly.

That chilling feeling of being stared at suddenly crept over my entire body.

Lin Qiye turned around abruptly, but his gaze could not penetrate the distant space-time barrier; he could only see the blood-stained clouds behind him.

"What's going on?"

Wu Hen keenly noticed the sudden tension in Lin Qiye's muscles and lowered his voice.

"Don't tell me those three sorceresses are up to something again."

"It wasn't them."

Lin Qiye pressed his temples, where they were throbbing.

An extremely absurd and dangerous intuition exploded in his mind: "It's the hospital. Someone has been discharged."

Wu Hen raised an eyebrow, about to complain that this lousy hospital only had a few living people like them, when an extremely terrifying sonic boom exploded right next to their ears.

boom--!

Before the sound waves could even stir up the rubble on the ground, a figure had already forcefully positioned itself between the two people and Si Xiaonan.

The speed was ridiculously fast, so fast that even the air was compressed, creating visible ripples.

"surprise!"

The newcomer opened his arms wide, his smile as radiant as if he had just won the lottery, his teeth dazzlingly white.

"Dean Lin! Mr. Wu! I knew you'd be waiting for me here!"

Si Xiaonan was so frightened that she almost dropped the magic staff in her hand and shrank back.

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank.

Standing before him was none other than Bragi, who should have been in the hospital writing love letters.

But this guy's current state is really strange.

The old Bragi always carried a melancholic, sour aura about him, and his strength was just so-so.

But now, this guy's body was surging with divine power like a pressure cooker about to explode.

The sense of oppression was even stronger than when he was still injured.

The most crucial thing is those eyes.

too bright.

It was so bright it didn't even look like a living person; it looked like a robot with a pre-programmed sequence of events.

"Braggi?" Lin Qiye called out tentatively, his hand subtly moving closer to the hilt of his knife.

"It's me, Dean!"

Bragi didn't even notice Lin Qiye's subtle movements.

Or perhaps he simply didn't care. He excitedly spun around in a circle, so fast that he left afterimages.

"I'm completely healed! Dr. Yeland is a miracle worker! Just now, my treatment progress bar was full! One hundred points! Completely and utterly cured!"

Wu Hen's eyelids twitched violently twice, and he and Lin Qiye exchanged a quick glance.

They both saw two words in each other's eyes:

Nonsense.

They know all too well the treatment mechanisms of the Gods' Mental Hospital.

What kind of progress bar can be instantly maxed out?

That's for treating an illness, not for charging a phone.

Unless... that's not treatment at all.

It means coverage.

It's a rewrite.

"congratulations."

Wu Hen instantly plastered a professional fake smile on his face, took half a step forward, and stood in front of Si Xiaonan, his tone as warm as that of an old friend.

"Now that you're all better, why don't you go see your sister-in-law first? This isn't important; what's important is love."

He is testing.

If this guy were truly of sound mind, he would definitely lose his composure if Clio were mentioned.

Bragi paused for a moment, then his eyes gleamed even brighter.

He slapped his thigh hard: "Mr. Wu is right! I have to go pick up Cleo!"

"I feel like I have inexhaustible energy right now. Even if that old bastard Odin dares to stop me, I can pluck his beard off!"

He grabbed Lin Qiye's hand and shook it hard twice, so hard that Lin Qiye's bones were cracking.

"Once I pick up my wife, I will definitely bring her to kowtow to you both! See you later!"

Before the words were finished, a sharp "whoosh" was heard.

Only a swirling cloud of dust remained where he stood; Bragi's figure had already transformed into a streak of light, heading straight towards the Rainbow Bridge.

That speed was truly at the level of a god.

The dust has settled.

Lin Qiye's expression instantly fell, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"Old Lin." Wu Hen dropped his nonchalant attitude, his eyes turning terrifyingly sinister.

"Has your hospital system ever had a precedent for this kind of 'instant cure'?"

"there has never been."

Lin Qiye looked at his hand, which had been gripped so tightly that it had turned red, and his voice tightened.

"The normal treatment is to unravel the mystery step by step and restore the memory."

"But he...it's like he's been forcibly implanted with a 'perfect personality'."

"That would be interesting."

Wu Hen sneered, took out a cigarette from his pocket, but didn't light it; instead, he twirled it rapidly between his fingers.

"A 100% progress bar... if someone has tampered with it,"

"That means killing the original Bragi and replacing him with a new one."

"If this is a bug that comes with the system..."

He paused, looked up at the blood-red sky, and exhaled a breath of stale air:

"That only means that the thing inside our bodies is probably a hundred times more terrifying than the so-called 'god'."

"It released Bragi not so that he could fall in love."

Lin Qiye remained silent, his heart pounding wildly.

Looking back now, Bragi's perfect smile from just now has an inexplicable sense of unease and strangeness.

It's like a face drawn on a balloon. As the balloon inflates, the features are still there, but it's no longer the same person.

Just then, Si Xiaonan, who hadn't dared to speak, suddenly clutched her chest, her face turning deathly pale.

"What...what happened?"

Not far away, a corner of the Asgardian temple.

The three Fates are sitting around the Well of Fate.

Skadi, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her eyeballs rolling back to reveal a horrifying expanse of white.

Her hand, which had been holding the scissors, trembled violently, her fingertips pointing straight to the southeast of Asgard—the very direction in which Bragi had disappeared.

“They’re here…” Skuld’s voice was like two pieces of raw iron rubbing together, sharp and piercing.

"The source of the red...the monster that severed the threads of fate...it has appeared!"

The thread of fate in Verdandi's hand snapped with a "snap."

She looked at Skuld in horror: "You mean, the variable that caused Ragnarok has entered Asgard?!"

"No...it's not just about entering."

Skuld convulsed, as if she were seeing some indescribable, terrifying future.

"It's assimilating...it's being reborn through another's shell...it's unstoppable, absolutely unstoppable!"

Urd wanted to ask more questions, but a huge clap of thunder suddenly filled the sky, drowning out all the conversation.

The thunder was muffled and oppressive, unlike natural weather; it sounded more like something was dragging heavy steps, treading on the clouds.

On the outer cloister of the temple.

Two maids, carrying several pots of blooming chrysanthemums, were hurrying along when they were startled by the sudden clap of thunder and shrank back.

"Hurry up, it looks like it's going to pour rain."

"Listen to that thunder..." The older maid looked up at the rolling dark clouds and lowered her voice.

"It seems that the lord is about to return."