Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Aunt Su walked into the room with a concerned look on her face, holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup in her hand, and the rich aroma instantly filled the air.

"Nanaye, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Lin Qiye sat up from the bed, stretched, and said with a relaxed smile: "Aunt Su, the chicken soup you made is really delicious! I feel much better, it's like I've been revived!"

He paused, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "By the way, Aunt Su, why is Li Qihua acting so strangely today? Something seems a little off..."

Aunt Su placed the chicken soup on the bedside table and frowned. "I think he's a little unusual today, too. He usually talks so much, but today he's been silent, like a mute person."

She sighed and turned to the kitchen. "Oh, forget it. I don't want to miss him anymore. Dinner is almost ready. All I need is soy sauce. I'll go buy a bottle."

"Wait, Aunt Sue!"

Lin Qiye suddenly called her, "I'll go buy it, so you don't have to make the trip."

Aunt Su hesitated: "This...your body hasn't fully recovered yet, so I'll go."

"It's okay, I feel fine. Going out for a walk and breathing fresh air will be good for recovery."

Lin Qiye insisted, and without waiting for Aunt Su to say anything else, he stood up, put on his clothes, and ran out.

Aunt Su looked at his receding back, shook her head helplessly, and turned around to continue preparing dinner.

Lin Qiye walked out of the courtyard and bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, feeling particularly relaxed.

He strolled along the street, feeling the hustle and bustle around him.

Suddenly, there was a strong vibration, the ground began to shake violently, and the surrounding buildings also shook, as if they would collapse at any time.

The clouds in the sky rolled and surged, forming a huge vortex, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.

A figure in a gray Taoist robe suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qiye. He looked deep in his eyes and said calmly, "It's time to wake up."

Lin Qiye was stunned. He looked at everything in front of him, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose in his heart...

"Who are you?"

Wu Hen hummed a little tune and skipped down the stairs. His frivolous steps attracted the attention of passers-by.

He walked along the alley towards the main street, occasionally winking at the stray cats on the roadside, scaring them so much that they ran away with their tails between their legs.

"Tsk tsk tsk, these days, even cats look down on my beauty?" Wu Hen sighed narcissistically, touching his chin.

When he arrived at the street shop, Wu Hen immediately set his sights on the cheapest soy sauce.

"Boss, give me a bottle of soy sauce! The cheapest kind, no fancy stuff!"

He waved his hand proudly, as if he was buying some top-notch luxury item.

The boss looked at him blankly, wondering if this guy was a psychopath.

But the customer is God, so he obediently took a bottle of the cheapest soy sauce and handed it over.

Wu Hen took the soy sauce, examined it carefully, and nodded seriously: "Well, not bad, not bad. This bottle of soy sauce is full of the atmosphere of the common people at first glance. It matches my temperament very well!"

After paying the money, Wu Hen walked home leisurely with the soy sauce in his pocket.

As the sun sets, the lights of the shops on both sides of the street gradually light up, and the air is filled with the aroma of various foods, which makes him feel extremely comfortable.

"This little life is so damn comfortable!" Wu Hen couldn't help but sigh.

He narrowed his eyes, enjoying this moment of tranquility and warmth.

If only it could continue like this...

Suddenly, Wu Hen felt someone patting him from behind.

He turned around suddenly and saw a man in a gray Taoist robe standing behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"My fellow Daoist, what are you doing..." Wu Hen asked with a puzzled look on his face.

The gray-robed man smiled mysteriously and said slowly, "Have you ever thought that all this might just be a dream?"

Wu Hen was stunned. Could this Taoist priest in gray robe be a psychopath?

"Dream? I'm living a comfortable life, how can I dream of the smell of soy sauce?" He shook the soy sauce in his hand with a smug look on his face.

The Taoist priest in gray robe was not annoyed. He just smiled mysteriously and lightly tapped his finger.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the originally peaceful streets seemed to be ravaged by an invisible giant hand.

The houses twisted and collapsed, and the sky cracked into hideous cracks, as if the end of the world had come.

The soy sauce bottle in Wu Hen's hand fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces, and the soy sauce spilled all over the floor, like a splash-ink landscape painting, weird and absurd.

"Oh shit! What's going on?!" He exclaimed and almost sprained his waist.

"I told you, it's time to wake up."

The voice of the gray-robed Taoist priest seemed to come from the horizon, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty.

At the same time, the scene in front of Lin Qiye began to distort. The familiar streets, houses, and pedestrians peeled off piece by piece like broken mirrors.

Countless unfamiliar fragments of memories flooded into his mind, and pain, confusion, fear, and all kinds of emotions intertwined together made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Who...am I?" Lin Qiye covered his head in pain, feeling as if his soul was torn into pieces.

"You are Lin Qiye, and also..." The voice of the gray-robed Taoist priest echoed in his ears, but stopped abruptly.

Lin Qiye suddenly raised his head, only to find that the gray-robed Taoist priest had disappeared, and the surrounding scene had also changed drastically.

He was no longer in the familiar streets, but in a foggy void.

"Aunt Su..." Lin Qiye murmured to himself, with a strong sense of longing in his heart.

He staggered forward, trying to find the familiar figure.

In the fog, a blurry figure slowly emerged. It was Aunt Su.

She looked at Lin Qiye with a worried look on her face, her eyes full of concern.

"Qiye, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Lin Qiye looked at Aunt Su's kind face, feeling mixed emotions.

He knew that all this was just a dream, a dream he never wanted to wake up from.

But he knew better that he had to wake up because he had a more important mission to accomplish.

"Aunt Su..." Lin Qiye opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"What's wrong, child?" Aunt Su stroked his hair gently, as if comforting a frightened child.

Lin Qiye took a deep breath, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

"I...I'm fine."

He suppressed the pain in his heart and forced a smile, "I just... want to hug you again."

Aunt Su was stunned for a moment, then opened her arms and hugged Lin Qiye tightly.

The world began to collapse, fragments fell like snowflakes, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing endless darkness behind.

“…” Lin Qiye whispered in Aunt Su’s ear.

Wu Hen looked at the collapsing world, his heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

"Playing it this big? System, what's going on? Special effects are free?"

The system whispered in his mind, "Host, this isn't a special effect; it's the real end of the world. Friendly reminder: It's time to wake up."

Wu Hen rolled his eyes. "Why wake up? I'm having a blast! I finally made it through time, so I have to experience the thrill of the end of the world."

He grabbed the trembling Lin Qiye beside him and said, "Brother, don't be afraid! I'll take you flying!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a skateboard appeared out of thin air under Wu Hen's feet, carrying Lin Qiye back and forth between the collapsed buildings, as if he was playing extreme sports.

"Wuhu! Take off!" Wu Hen shouted excitedly, completely ignoring Lin Qiye's expression that looked like he was about to vomit.

"wait wait wait!"

Lin Qiye finally recovered and pointed at a small building that was gradually becoming clearer in the distance. "I want to... I want to go home..."

Wu Hen braked suddenly and the skateboard drew a beautiful arc in the air.

"Go home? No problem!"

He patted Lin Qiye's shoulder with a wicked smile, "Brother, sit tight!"

The skateboard turned into a stream of light and arrived in front of the small building in an instant.

Lin Qiye pushed open the door and saw Aunt Su standing by the dining table, which was filled with steaming food and smelled delicious.

"Qiye, you're back! Come and have dinner!" Aunt Su showed a relieved smile on her face when she saw Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye's nose felt sore, and he held back his tears as he walked to the table and sat down.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. The familiar taste filled his heart with warmth.

"Aunt Su, your cooking skills are still so good! I really want to... really want to eat it again..."

Aunt Su looked at him lovingly, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Silly child, eat as much as you want. I will make it for you every day from now on."

However, the surrounding environment became increasingly blurred, as if being erased by an eraser, and gradually disappeared.

Aunt Su's figure became increasingly faint, and finally turned into starlight and dissipated in the air.

Wu Hen stood aside, watching this scene, and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

He patted Lin Qiye's shoulder and comforted him, "Brother, don't be sad. The dream will eventually wake up."

Lin Qiye raised his head and looked at Wu Hen, his eyes filled with confusion. "Dream...?"

Wu Hen smiled mysteriously: "Who knows? Perhaps, this is just the beginning..."

The fog once again enveloped Lin Qiye, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he eventually fell into a deep sleep.

He knew that he should wake up.