Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The three figures were none other than the three goddesses of Asgard who governed fate—Ould, Verdandi, and others.

And there's also Skuld, who always looks only a few years old.

Bragi grasped at the last straw, and the deathly despair he felt was instantly replaced by a morbid frenzy.

He staggered forward a few steps, his shoes scraping against the gravel with a harsh sound.

He held the pot of chrysanthemums tightly to his waist with one hand.

“Uld! You are the ‘past’! You know everything!”

Braki's voice trembled, carrying an almost humble plea.

He completely disregarded the suffocating divine power emanating from the other party.

I just want to pry an answer out of that cold-faced, older goddess.

"Tell me, where did Eden go?"

"This letter is fake, isn't it? That pile of flowers is fake too, isn't it? She's just hiding..."

Urd stopped in his tracks.

Her eyes, which seemed to have seen through the ages, coldly swept over Bragi's tear-streaked face.

There was no pity, no disgust, just like looking at a roadside stone.

"Shut up, stop chattering."

Urd raised his hand.

There were no spectacular light effects, nor any complicated magic chants.

She simply pressed a button from a distance.

Bragi didn't even utter a sound; it was as if he had been struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer.

His eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward.

The potted chrysanthemum flew out of my hand, tumbled twice in the air, and looked like it was about to smash to pieces.

One hand steadily caught the flowerpot.

Wu Hen held the flowers in one hand, the other hand in his pocket, the cigarette butt still in his mouth, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Gentlemen, isn't this a bit impolite?"

Wu Hen casually placed the flowerpot on the broken wall next to him, patted the soil off his hands, and

He slightly shifted his body to the side, shielding the unconscious Bragi.

"They came to the mental hospital's premises, knocked out our patients, and didn't even give us a heads-up?"

Lin Qiye stood beside Wu Hen, his straight sword already half an inch out of its sheath, the blade slicing a chilling light in the dim air.

"Give me a reason."

Lin Qiye stared at Urd, his voice not loud, but it carried the imposing aura of the headmaster of the Gods' Mental Hospital.

"Otherwise, no one can take him away today."

Uld didn't say anything, and didn't even bother to look at Lin Qiye.

Verdandi, who was standing in the middle, sighed. She was in charge of "the present" and seemed a little easier to talk to.

She took a step forward, her gaze sweeping over Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"Dean Lin, this matter has nothing to do with your hospital."

Verdandy's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable firmness.

"We are saving Asgard."

"Save Asgard?" Wu Hen scoffed.

"By knocking out a good-for-nothing who can only play the piano and write poetry?"

"He's not useless."

Verdandi pointed to Bragi on the ground and said something startling: "He is the fuse."

Lin Qiye frowned sharply. "What do you mean?"

“Scotyle saw destruction in the fragments of the future.”

Verdandi's voice was very low, as if she were stating a terrifying fact.

"The second Ragnarok originates from him."

"When he lost control of his emotions just now, the previously stable fate line almost collapsed."

"Bullshit."

Wu Hen cursed out loud.

"Old Lin, do you believe it? This guy just cried like a fool, without showing any divine power at all."

"He's the source? Then I'm Odin's father."

"Believe it or not."

Urd impatiently flicked his sleeve, and a massive divine force swept up Bragi from the ground.

"take away."

"Halt!" Lin Qiye suddenly drew his straight sword, and the azure flames instantly drew a line across the ground.

"Lin Qiye, don't do anything foolish."

Verdandi gave him a deep look.

"Even though Skuld's prophecy is only fragmented, Asgard cannot afford to gamble on even a tenth of it being true."

“We’re just taking him back for investigation. If he’s innocent, we’ll release him.”

Before the words were finished, the space around the three goddesses distorted.

That was a transmission of divine power from a higher dimension; it was completely illogical.

"Want to run?"

Wu Hen snorted coldly, suddenly exerted force with his feet, and his whole body turned into a blur as he rushed out.

But he was a step too slow; the distorted space burst instantly like a soap bubble.

The three goddesses, along with Bragi, vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a mess.

"Chase."

Lin Qiye sheathed his sword, his eyes sharp. "They haven't gone far. That direction leads to the old site of the Fountain of Wisdom."

The two of them moved swiftly through the ruins, one after the other.

After crossing the withered orchard and passing through the mist-shrouded valley, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

However, Urd and Verdandi were nowhere to be seen in the open space, and Bragi was also nowhere to be found.

Only the smallest goddess, Skadi, was squatting alone on a blue stone by the roadside.

Clutching a withered blade of grass, he idly swung his legs.

Seeing Lin Qiye and Wu Hen chasing after her, she didn't run; instead, she tilted her head.

Those big, black gem-like eyes blinked twice, revealing a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Big brothers, you run so slowly."

This scene is too bizarre.

One second it's a kidnapping scene with divine might, the next it's a cute moment of a girl next door.

Wu Hen stopped and scanned his surroundings warily. "Where are the two old men?"

"The sisters have gone to work, leave me here to wait for you."

Skuld jumped down from the rock, brushed the dust off her skirt.

"They said Dean Lin will definitely come after us, and they asked me to explain this to you."

"Explain what?" Lin Qiye asked coldly.

"Explain why you treat my patients like time bombs?"

"It's not that he was considered as such, it's that he always was."

Skuld extended a finger and drew a circle in the air.

The movements were innocent and carefree, but the words that came out of their mouths sent chills down your spine.

"I can see it."

"In that uncle's head, there's a tangled mess of black wires that stretches all the way to the sky. If you pull it, boom—everyone'll be dead."

Wu Hen frowned. "You can see the future? Then look at me, can I pull strings too?"

“You can’t see it.” Skuld shook her head, her face serious.

"Big brother, do you know why I can see the future?"

Before Wu Hen could answer, she continued talking to herself, tapping her temple with her fingertip.

"Because I think quickly."

"As long as my thoughts run faster than light, I can get ahead of time."

"Pick up the pieces that haven't happened yet."

"Even though they're just fragments, they're really fun."

Wu Hen's heart skipped a beat.

This logic... is a bit hardcore.

It's not metaphysics, it's the damn theory of relativity?

Lin Qiye stared at the seemingly harmless little girl, remaining silent for a moment.

Suddenly, he spoke up: "Since you can see fragments of the future, can you see... mine?"

Skuld paused for a moment.

She seemed surprised that Lin Qiye would ask this.

She walked with her hands behind her back, skipping and hopping towards Lin Qiye.

Looking up, the pupils of those once clear eyes suddenly began to dilate.

It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly filling the entire eye socket.

The wind around us stopped.

Even the dust particles floating in the air were frozen in mid-air.

The smile on Skuld's face vanished, replaced by an absolute, mechanical indifference.

She stared at Lin Qiye's face, her lips trembling slightly, and the voice that came out was no longer that of a child.

Rather, it was a whisper that overlapped countless voices:

"You... stand in the center of the ashes."

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank.

"You're covered in blood..."

Skuld's body began to twitch slightly, as if she were bearing some kind of enormous burden.

“You were crying…and then…you killed God.”

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding directly in Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's minds.

Wu Hen felt a chill run down his back, an unprecedented coldness shooting straight up his spine to the top of his head.

Killed God?

Which god?

Before they could react, the darkness in Skuld's eyes vanished instantly.

She recoiled as if electrocuted, blinking blankly.

That innocent and carefree expression returned to his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey? Big brother, why do you look so pale?"

Skuld tilted her head, looking at Lin Qiye with a puzzled expression. "Are you hungry?"

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turbulent waves surging in his heart.

The feeling I had just experienced was definitely not an illusion.

"Let's go."

Skuld turned around with a grin, not giving them a chance to ask any further questions, and skipped and hopped into the misty depths of the valley.

"The older sisters are waiting for us by the spring ahead. If we don't hurry, that uncle playing the piano will be thrown into the spring to have his brains washed!"

Wu Hen looked at that small figure, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, but his hand trembled slightly.

He exhaled a smoke ring, turned his head to look at Lin Qiye, and lowered his voice, which carried a solemnity that only the two of them could understand.

"Old Lin, this little girl... is a bit strange."

Lin Qiye didn't speak, but the fingers gripping the knife hilt turned white from the excessive force.

He gazed into the depths of the mist, where it seemed as if an endless expanse of ashes truly awaited him.

"Follow them." Lin Qiye's voice was hoarse.

"No matter what the future holds, we must win people back first."

The two of them started walking, closely following the little girl humming a nursery rhyme, step by step into that unknown mist.

And just as their figures disappeared, deep in the distant valley,

Suddenly, a deep, muffled thud was heard, as if some ancient seal was slowly cracking.