Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen watched Bragi's stumbling figure, leaned against the door frame, and casually patted his pocket.

Damn, it's not on fire.

He put the unlit cigarette in his mouth and glanced sideways at Lin Qiye.

Old Lin, you're going crazy with this illness.

The dust in this room is so thick you could grow potatoes in it, and he still hasn't woken up.

Lin Qiye didn't speak, his palm pressed tightly on the hilt of the straight sword at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

The red warning he just saw in the hospital system hasn't disappeared yet.

Stop wallowing in self-pity!

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his voice, startling the dust on the roof beams into falling down. "Bragi!"

Open your eyes and look around. Is there any trace of human life here?

Bragi seemed not to hear, clutching the pot of chrysanthemums in his arms so tightly that even the petals were deformed by the pressure.

He pushed open the bedroom door so gently, as if afraid of waking someone from a dream.

She muttered to herself, "Shh, she loves to sleep in, let's keep it quiet..."

The bedroom door creaked open.

Wu Hen craned his neck to look inside, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

The whole room was filled with golden bud flowers.

These divine flowers, which should be blooming brilliantly in the sunlight, are now densely packed together in the cold, gloomy bedroom.

The golden flower buds, like frozen tears, exuded a despairing vitality in the dim light.

These flowers are nourished by divine power.

Wu Hen cursed under his breath, "How many lives would it take to make them bloom so profusely in this dilapidated house?"

Bragi stood frozen in the doorway.

The flowerpot in his arms fell to the ground with a thud, splashing dirt all over his trouser leg.

He slid down the door frame as if his bones had been removed.

He stared intently at the quilt, which was already rotten but covered with fresh golden bud flowers.

Eden?

He called out tentatively, his voice hoarse as if he had just swallowed a handful of sand.

No one responded.

Only the increasingly loud thunder outside the window sounded like some kind of malicious mockery.

Don't look for it.

Lin Qiye stepped over the threshold, his feet making a harsh scraping sound on the withered wooden floor.

He pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his pocket, his voice as cold as ice: "This was found in the ruins by the Night's Watch intelligence team. You should take a look."

Bragi didn't take it; he just stood there crying, his tears washing away the dust on his face and leaving two glaring white streaks.

He didn't believe it. Wu Hen walked over, snatched the letter from Lin Qiye's hand, and roughly unfolded it.

Bragi, stop playing the victim here.

Wu Hen squatted down in front of him, held the letter close to his eyes, and said, "Look carefully, this is the last 'surprise' your wife left for you."

In order to prolong Asgard's life, she sacrificed her heart and the divine right to life.

All the tenderness in that letter is a complete lie to deceive you!

Bragi's body trembled violently.

He snatched the letter, each word feeling like a poisoned needle piercing his eyes.

It read: 'Dear Bragi, I've gone to gather herbs in the distant forest. I'll be back soon. Remember to take good care of our golden bud flowers...'

fraud!

They're all scammers!

Suddenly, Bragi let out a roar that shook the entire cabin.

He suddenly looked up, staring at Lin Qiye, his eyes filled with the madness of someone driven to the brink of despair.

Dean, this is not right!

Dr. Yelland said I'm cured!

I was discharged from the hospital with a perfect score!

This must all be another hallucination created by those sorceresses, right?

Or... or is this also part of the hospital's treatment plan?

He started laughing hysterically, laughing so hard that tears and snot covered his face.

I get it, this must be 'stress resistance training'!

Mr. Wu, stop pretending, you must be a teaching assistant!

As long as I laugh out loud, this dream will end, and I can go back to the hospital to continue writing love letters, right?

Looking at his demeanor, Wu Hen's own roguish nature was stirred up.

He grabbed Braki by the collar and yanked him up from the ground.

Wake up!

This is not a hospital!

Yeland has formatted your personality so that you feel everything is good!

This is reality. The reality is that your wife is long dead, not even a hair on her head is left!

Bragi was being swayed around by Wu Hen like a tattered sack. His laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by an almost deathly silence.

He shoved Wu Hen aside and scrambled out of the bedroom, out of the wooden house that reeked of decay.

He doesn't need the truth.

All he wants is his Eden.

Lin Qiye, didn't we go too far?

Wu Hen patted the dirt off his hands, frowned, and looked out the door.

Lin Qiye didn't reply; he was staring intently at the mist at the end of the garden.

Bragi rushed to the edge of the garden, but his frenzied energy suddenly stopped.

At the edge of that desolate, gray forest, three blurry figures were silently moving through the mist toward them.

The surrounding air seemed to have been instantly depleted of oxygen, and the ominous sense of oppression even made the distant thunder sound weaker.

Bragi stood there, stunned, staring at the three gradually becoming clearer outlines, his lips trembling involuntarily.