Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

With a light stroke of his fingertip, the ravaged ruins of Asgard seemed to come alive.

"Rumble--"

The earth was trembling, not just a simple shaking, but the sound of some kind of rule being violently rewritten.

Countless dark red bricks burst forth from the ground without warning.

The speed was astonishing; in the blink of an eye, thick, high walls, hundreds of meters tall, were erected.

These red brick walls are not static, but are constantly moving, rotating, and being pieced together.

One second it's a smooth road, the next it's a dead end.

"What the hell?"

Wu Hen instinctively took a step back, the wall brushing past the tip of his nose, the gust of wind stinging his face.

"Is this... Minecraft? Or Pac-Man?"

"It's a cage for trapped beasts." Lin Qiye stared intently at the red bricks that were frantically closing in, his eyes grave.

The more than thirty divine auras that had originally charged forward with great momentum were instantly divided and surrounded by this giant maze that rose from the ground.

The pixelated text in the sky jumped again, this time displaying an even colder rule:

[Map loaded: Red Brick Purgatory]

[Completion conditions: Defeat the enemy faction or find the only exit]

[WARNING: The wall's hardness has been locked at "conceptual level of indestructibility"]

"Conceptually indestructible..." Wu Hen clicked his tongue, turning his head to look at Guan Zai, who was still typing on the air keyboard.

"Isn't that a bit cheating? Locking someone up inside and beating them?"

Without even raising his head, he typed a series of afterimages in the air with his fingers: "In this realm, I am the GM, and they are the players."

"Players want to reason with GMs? Dream on."

Yuri Takishiro, who was next to him, suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful of air.

A pixel-style vest and a helmet with the word "ADMIN" on it appeared out of nowhere and were put on his thin body.

The little boy straightened his helmet and held a pixelated hammer that looked like a toy in his hand.

"I'm going to clear out the monsters." Yuri Takishiro's voice was soft, yet it carried a calm that sent shivers down one's spine.

Before he finished speaking, he slammed his hammer down into the air in front of him.

"Click."

Space shattered into a pixel-sized black hole, and his tiny figure darted inside, disappearing instantly.

“Since that’s an indestructible wall…” Wu Hen watched the black hole slowly heal, his eye twitching slightly.

"Then this child..."

"He's the administrator, he's the cheat, he's a ghost that can walk through walls."

Lin Qiye interrupted Wu Hen's analysis and turned to look at the two big shots behind him, "Great Sage, True Lord, the road is paved."

"Hey, this is getting interesting!"

Sun Wukong twirled the golden cudgel slung over his shoulder, his fiery eyes gleaming with eager battle lust.

"Circle a bunch of gods and beat them up? That's a piece of cake for me, Old Sun!"

He glanced at Yang Jian beside him, a grin spreading across his face: "Three eyes, this maze is so winding and twisting."

"Your nose is really sharp, don't let it get lost and I'll have to come and find you."

Yang Jian straightened his silver armor expressionlessly, then lightly tapped his three-pointed, double-edged sword against the red brick wall.

A string of sparks flew up: "Mind your own business. Of those thirty, whoever is the slowest to kill them is responsible for cleaning toilets in a mental hospital for a month."

"make a deal!"

Sun Wukong roared, and his golden body transformed into a streak of light, rushing directly into the maze entrance.

"That Thor with the hammer is mine! Anyone who tries to take it will have to face me!"

"childish."

Yang Jian snorted coldly, took a step, and a silver streak of light arrived first. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, instantly disappeared into the ever-changing depths of the red bricks.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Ping, carrying that broken iron sword, strolled in slowly like an old man taking a walk in the park.

Zuo Qing and Xi Wangmu exchanged a glance, then without saying a word, they flashed and followed closely behind.

The once bustling perimeter of the battlefield was instantly reduced to just Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

All I could hear were the roars and howls of the gods echoing from the depths of the labyrinth, clearly indicating that a battle had already begun inside.

But Lin Qiye didn't feel that sense of relief, like he was "saved".

He stood at the entrance to the maze, but instead of going in, he turned around.

My gaze passed over those red brick walls and was fixed on the tallest golden palace in the distance.

That was Odin's temple, and also Loki's lair.

"Aren't you going to help?" Wu Hen leaned closer, offering Lin Qiye a cigarette he'd pulled out from somewhere, then lit it himself.

"Such opportunities to kick someone when they're down don't come often. Look at my injury, I can't go. If you want to rack up points..."

"Xiao Nan is still inside." Lin Qiye didn't take the cigarette, his voice was a little tense.

"Who?" Wu Hen was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Oh, the one who can transform? Wasn't he supposed to be taken hostage by Loki?"

"If it were just hostages, that would be fine..." Lin Qiye's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, and his breathing became erratic.

"But I always have a very bad feeling."

“A man like Loki would never place his hopes solely on Odin’s main army.”

"He must have other cards in his hand."

Wu Hen took a drag of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and his eyes sharpened: "You mean, that girl was his pawn in the first place?"

Lin Qiye didn't speak, but just stared at the palace, his anxiety growing wildly like weeds.

My heart was pounding rapidly, each beat pounding against my chest.

The feeling was like an invisible string was tightening around the neck of the person he cared about most.

Meanwhile, deep within the Golden Palace.

The sounds of fighting outside are inaudible here; it's as quiet as a tomb.

Si Xiaonan knelt on the cold floor of the main hall, her hands bound behind her back by invisible chains of law.

Her once delicate face was now deathly pale, and cold sweat soaked the stray hairs on her forehead, which clung to her skin.

Before her, Loki sat gracefully on the throne that belonged to the king of gods, toying with two black pills in his hands.

The pill wasn't perfectly round; it was pitted and uneven, with some kind of dark red pattern running across its surface.

It resembled a miniature heart that was still beating, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and pungent smell.

"This is good stuff."

Loki laughed, his voice as gentle as a friendly older brother's, but his eyes were full of mockery.

"The elixir of immortality."

"A divine object that countless people would beg for, even the gods of Asgard could gain a thousand years of divine power by eating just one."

He stepped down from the throne, the sound of his leather boots on the stone slabs crisp and grating, as he approached Si Xiaonan step by step.

"No...I won't eat..." Si Xiaonan shook her head desperately, her body instinctively shrinking back, her eyes brimming with fear.

"This isn't a elixir...it's a curse...I smell the stench of death inside..."

As the possessor of the "Miracle," her intuition is sharper than that of a wild beast.

Those two things are not meant for human consumption; they are concentrated misfortune and calamity.

"good."

Loki crouched down, gripping Si Xiaonan's chin with one hand like an iron clamp, forcing her to raise her head.

"Don't be so picky about food."

"This is for your own good."

"Eat it, and you will gain power comparable to that of the gods."

"At that time, your beloved Lin Qiye might still need you to save him."

Upon hearing the name "Lin Qiye," Si Xiaonan's pupils constricted sharply, and her struggling movements froze for a moment.

Just at this moment.

Loki reacted quickly, snapping his fingers.

"Gudong."

Two jet-black pills slid down his throat.

Si Xiaonan's eyes widened suddenly, and she clutched her neck tightly with both hands, trying to vomit it up.

But the pill melted upon entering the mouth, instantly turning into a stream of scalding magma that burned down the esophagus into the stomach, and then exploded throughout the body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

A piercing scream echoed through the hall.

It hurts too much.

It felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her marrow, or as if someone was slowly tearing her soul apart with a dull knife.

Si Xiaonan was curled up on the ground, convulsing violently.

"Ahem...Wow!"

She suddenly opened her mouth, but what came out was not stomach acid, but a large pool of thick, black blood.

Immediately afterwards, black blood streaks seeped from her nostrils, the corners of her eyes, her ears... all seven orifices.

The blood, when it fell to the ground, made a sizzling, corrosive sound, and even burned black holes into the floor paved with divine stones.

The pure aura of "miracle" that originally belonged to her...

At this moment, it is being frantically eroded and assimilated by some more domineering and sinister force.

My vision began to blur, and the world seemed to spin.

In this endless pain and despair, she vaguely saw a pair of gleaming leather boots stop beside her face.

Loki looked down at the girl struggling in the pool of blood.

Like admiring a newly completed masterpiece, the smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

His eyes held a chilling anticipation.

"Don't rush, the real transformation... has only just begun."