Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The figure in the red cloak did not turn around.

It was like a ghost reflected in a mirror, appearing the instant Lin Qiye blinked.

Like mist blown away by the wind, it twisted, faded, and finally melted completely into that suffocating gray background.

Are you seeing things?

Wu Hen's voice abruptly pulled Lin Qiye back to reality.

He turned his head sharply and found Wu Hen squinting and waving his hand in front of him, with an unlit lighter between his fingertips.

"Don't let that woman's words lead you astray."

Wu Hen lowered his voice, a forced, roguish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"The more you think about psychological suggestion, the more real it becomes."

"If you think you're fake, then I'll have to become a data stream too, and this deal will be a loss."

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the absurd sense of horror in his heart.

That brief eye contact, that chilling sensation as if my soul had been ripped away, was far more than just an illusion.

But now is not the time to get bogged down in philosophical questions.

He turned around, his gaze piercing Verdandi like a knife.

"You still haven't answered me." Lin Qiye's voice was cold and hard, as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"What exactly is that crystal?"

Verdandi did not shy away from the question. In her eyes, which seemed to see through all the causes and effects of the world, a rare trace of weariness flashed.

She opened her palms, the warmth of the divine power she had used to lift the crystal still lingering in them.

"It's a fragment of 'Eden's' memory, combined with a touch of high-precision divine weaving technique."

Verdandi spoke in a flat tone, as if she were simply asking what she had for breakfast.

“We extracted all the memory data about Eden from Braki’s dream remnants over thousands of years and reconstructed her voice, personality model, and even her catchphrases.”

"Then it will be sealed inside this high-purity divine power crystal."

"data?"

Wu Hen raised an eyebrow, his tone practically dripping with sarcasm.

"So, these so-called Three Fates are actually Asgard's top programmers?"

"You think you can fool that big oaf with a high-end virtual pet?"

"If this 'electronic pet' can prevent the world from being destroyed, then it is real."

Verdandi's voice suddenly rose an octave, then quickly dropped again, a suppressed madness surging in her eyes.

"Do you know how much divine power we expended in the dream world to strip away these memories?"

"Do you know how many times we went through the simulation to ensure that the crystal's feedback was free of logical bugs?"

"That's fake too!"

Lin Qiye suddenly took a step forward, staring intently at Vera Dandi.

“You have deprived him of his right to face the truth, and made him live in a well-woven cage.”

"When the crystal shatters or the energy runs out, he'll only suffer a worse fall!"

"That's better than dying now!"

Verdandi glared back at Lin Qiye without backing down. At this moment,

The goddess's aloof mask finally cracked, revealing the soul beneath burdened with heavy shackles.

"Lin Qiye, you haven't seen Ragnarok. You don't know what it's like when the heavenly fire burns through the clouds and the giant wolf devours the sun and moon."

"To maintain stability here, I wouldn't even blink if it meant sacrificing myself, let alone lying to Bragi."

The air was deathly still.

Only distant thunder rumbled faintly, its dull sound like a drumbeat on someone's heart.

Wu Hen's nonchalant expression gradually faded.

He stopped playing with the lighter, his eyes darting back and forth between Verdandi and Lin Qiye, and finally let out a soft sigh.

"Old Lin, let's just forget about it."

Wu Hen reached out and pressed down on Lin Qiye's tense shoulder with considerable force.

"Although this was not handled properly, that's not how you calculate things."

"If that big oaf explodes now, our mission will be over, and there won't be a single living person left in this area."

Lin Qiye opened his mouth, only to find that his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

When it comes to survival, morality is sometimes as fragile as a piece of paper.

Looking into Verdandi's resolute eyes, he suddenly realized...

This lie was not merely deception, but a cruel sacrifice—sacrificing Bragi's clarity of mind in exchange for the survival of the majority.

"Is it worth it?" Lin Qiye's voice was a little hoarse, it was unclear whether he was asking Verdandi or himself.

"There is no question of whether it is worth it or not, only whether to do it or not."

Verdandi turned to look at the horizon, where thick, dark clouds were gathering frantically.

Purple lightning churned and rolled through the clouds like a raging dragon.

"Besides, there's no time for you to dwell on this issue."

Boom——! ! !

A thunderclap seemed to explode right next to my ear.

The entire ground was shaking.

An extremely domineering and destructive divine power wave was crushing towards this side at an astonishing speed.

"Thor is back."

Verdandy's expression instantly returned to its previous coldness. She spoke rapidly, with an unquestionable commanding tone.

"Although this barbarian Lei is not very bright, his intuition is frighteningly accurate."

“If he sees the two of you outsiders here, all that acting will have been for nothing.”

She raised her hand and waved it, and a pale golden rune portal appeared faintly behind the two of them.

"Go. Immediately, right now."

"You don't need to rush us, we have our own legs."

Wu Hen rolled his eyes and pulled Lin Qiye backward.

He knew all too well what to do in this situation; meeting a candidate for God-King who might go berserk at any moment was definitely not a good idea.

Lin Qiye took one last, deep look at the dark cave entrance.

There lies the rationality of a god and a lie that has lasted for a thousand years.

"Let's go." Lin Qiye gritted his teeth, turned around, and didn't look back.

The two moved with lightning speed, quickly passing through the twisted grove of trees and sprinting towards the temporary outpost outside the hospital.

The wind howled in my ears, leaving the thunder behind me farther and farther away.

Only after breaking out of that oppressive divine force field did the surrounding air become slightly fresher.

Wu Hen stopped and leaned against a broken stone pillar.

He was panting heavily, and casually straightened his collar. His previously lazy demeanor instantly underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

His back was straight, his chin slightly raised, and his eyes became arrogant and sharp.

In that instant, he was no longer Wu Hen, who spouted slang, but the enigmatic "Miles".

"Alright, Lao Lin, calm down."

Wu Hen—or rather, Miles—lowered his voice to remind him.

"We're still in danger, so don't give ourselves away."

Lin Qiye nodded, took a deep breath, and adjusted his facial muscles.

Let that heaviness and confusion sink into the depths of my heart, and put on that cold and calm mask again.

However, just as the two were about to turn the corner of the corridor...

A tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows without warning, like a mountain, blocking their path.

The man had only one arm, but the aura of iron-blooded killing intent emanating from him was even more chilling than the thunder from before.

Tyr, the God of War.

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat, and his hand instinctively reached for the hilt of the knife behind him.

But Miles reacted faster, stepping forward directly.

A perfectly timed look of surprise and impatience appeared on that arrogant face: "Tyr? Instead of guarding the front lines, you've come to stroll in this back garden?"

"Is this the duty of the Asgardian God of War?"

This preemptive strike was executed with exceptional skill.

But this time, Tyr was neither provoked nor backed down as usual.

The one-armed war god stood there, his gaze not falling on Miles.

Instead, it was like two sharp scalpels, slowly scraping across Miles' face.

It's as if you want to see through that disguised exterior to see the soul hidden beneath.

The air was so thick it was almost dripping with water.

Tyr slowly raised his only remaining hand and pointed to Miles's heart.

His voice was deep and resonant, yet carried a chilling certainty:

"you are lying."

Miles's expression froze for half a second.

He then chuckled softly, "A lie? Tyr, did the shockwaves on the battlefield damage your brain? I've been..."

"Not just now."

Tyr interrupted him, taking a step closer, the stench of blood assaulting his nostrils. "It started from the very beginning."

A captivating glint suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyes.

“That madman named Bragi just shouted something… He said, ‘Eden is back.’”

"And in this world, one can call the dead alive, and the non-existent existent..."

Tyr's gaze passed over Miles and was fixed on Lin Qiye, who remained silent.

"Besides Loki, the god of mischief, there are only you bunch of rats from outside."