Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The night is like splashed ink, silently stitching the sea and the sky together.

The luxury cruise ship "Poseidon" is like a moving steel island.

Break through the silent waves and sail on the vast high seas.

The cabin was still brightly lit and filled with the sounds of wine and food, but in the presidential suite on the top floor, the air seemed to be frozen.

Jin Ji had just finished a transoceanic video conference and was still wearing a comfortable silk robe.

The sea breeze blew through the half-open porthole, blowing her slightly curly long hair with a hint of salty coolness.

She held a glass of red wine and stepped barefoot on the soft and expensive carpet.

His eyes were blank, staring at the bottomless darkness outside the window.

At this moment, the red indicator light on the room's internal line flashed rapidly and made a shrill buzzing sound.

Jinian frowned slightly, put down his wine glass, and pressed the answer button.

"President." A man's calm and anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"There's something wrong on deck three. You need to come and take a look at it yourself."

There was a rare solemnity in the man's voice, and Ji Nian immediately realized that the matter was no trivial matter.

As the highest authority on the ship, ordinary affairs would not disturb her at all.

"I'll be there soon."

Her voice was cold and calm, without any ripples.

After hanging up the phone, she turned and walked towards the cloakroom, and her entire temperament changed drastically in just a few seconds.

The laziness and leisure faded away completely, replaced by a heart-pounding sharpness and majesty.

She took off her nightgown, changed into a smart black shirt and trousers, and casually grabbed a camel windbreaker and put it on.

She tied her long hair into a high ponytail with a black hairband.

Revealing a smooth and full forehead and a pair of eyes as deep as a cold pool.

When she walked out of the room, the man who had just reported to her on the phone - a man in a black suit,

Arsen, with a tall and straight figure, was already waiting respectfully outside the door.

"President." Asen bowed slightly.

Ji Nian didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and signaled him with his eyes to lead the way.

The two walked through the long corridor, one in front and one behind.

Wherever he passed, the waiters and security personnel on the ship stopped and held their breath.

He bowed his head and didn't dare to straighten up again until the figure with a cold aura disappeared from his sight.

The passage leading to Deck 3 had been cleared, but the closer we got, the more restless the air became.

The sea breeze was mixed with the whispers of the crowd and a faint smell of blood.

When Jiian's figure appeared at the deck entrance, the crowd that was originally packed with people suddenly quieted down.

"The president is here!" Someone whispered.

"Quick, get out of the way!"

"President!"

"Good evening, President!"

The tumultuous crowd seemed to be pushed to the sides by an invisible giant hand, automatically forming a wide passage.

Everyone subconsciously lowered their heads or bowed ninety degrees.

His eyes were filled with awe, and he didn't dare look directly at the figure slowly approaching.

They knew very well that this young woman who looked only in her early twenties,

He is the absolute ruler on this "Poseidon" who has the final say.

Ji Nian looked straight ahead, the hem of his windbreaker rustling in the night wind.

Her steps were neither fast nor slow, and each step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heartbeat, carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

Asen followed closely behind, leaving her the last few steps.

In the center of the crowd, two stretchers were placed side by side on the wet deck.

The strong searchlight shone on it, making everything look pale.

Lying on the stretcher were a man and a woman, both soaked and in tattered clothes, who had obviously just been rescued from the sea.

The woman's face was pale and she had fallen into a deep coma, and the man,

Although he was also unconscious, his furrowed brow and twitching muscles showed that he was in great pain.

The people around were talking about it, with confusion and puzzlement written all over their faces.

"Where did these two people come from? There are no records of any ships within several hundred nautical miles of our route."

"Looking at their appearance, they don't look like ordinary people who fell into the water. It seems that they have been through a fierce battle."

"Strange! The ship's doctor did a preliminary examination and said they had no obvious external injuries, but their vital signs are rapidly declining..."

JIANJIAN's gaze calmly swept over the unconscious woman, and then fell on the face of the man next to her.

Just one glance.

Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

Ji Nian's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle tip!

Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if struck by an invisible thunderbolt.

For the first time, a huge wave was stirred in those eyes that were always calm.

Shock, astonishment, disbelief...all sorts of complicated emotions intertwined and surged in her eyes.

Her fingertips instantly became cold, and even her breathing stagnated.

It's him!

How could it be him?! How could he be here?!

This man who should have died long ago and turned into a scar in the deepest part of her heart that will never heal,

At this moment, he actually appeared in front of her alive!

Although he was pale, his lips were chapped, and his cheeks were deeply sunken due to dehydration,

He was much thinner than I remembered, but the familiar outline and the high nose bridge were still there.

Those tightly pursed thin lips...even if they turned into ashes, Ji Nian would never make a mistake!

Asen was keenly aware of the president's momentary loss of control of his emotions.

But he didn't dare to ask more questions. He just lowered his voice and continued to report the situation: "President, the most bizarre thing is their injuries."

"The ship's doctor used all the instruments he could find, but couldn't find the specific cause of the illness."

"There was no organic damage to their body tissues, no signs of poisoning, and no internal bleeding,"

"But their cell activity is declining rapidly at an unusual rate, just like..."

Arsen considered his words carefully before saying with difficulty, "It's like their life force."

"It's being forcibly taken away by some invisible force."

These words made everyone around who heard them gasp, feeling a chill running from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

This sounds beyond the scope of scientific explanation and more like some kind of horror legend.

JIAN JIAN's gaze was fixed on the man's face, the face that had appeared in her dreams countless times.

Her chest heaved violently, and her chaotic heartbeat roared in her ears like a drum.

It was him, really him.

There is no mistake about that familiar feeling that goes deep into your bones.

After the shock, an even stronger storm brewed in her heart.

Why didn't he die?

What has he experienced in these years?

And why did he appear on her ship in this way?

Countless questions flooded into her mind like a torrent, almost swallowing up her sanity.

But she is a memorial after all.

After her initial loss of composure, she forced herself to suppress all the turmoil in her heart.

She took a deep breath, and her trembling eyes regained their depth and calmness.

But deep in his eyes, there was still a barely perceptible hint of scarlet.

"Block the news." Her voice returned to its usual coolness, but with a hint of hoarseness that brooked no argument.

"I don't want any word of what happened on deck today to get out."

"Yes!" The subordinates around answered in unison with solemn expressions.

"Asen," Ji Nian spoke again, his tone decisive and resolute.

"Immediately send them to Medical Room No. 1. Activate the highest authority and have all ship doctors perform their best to save them."

"They must be saved at all costs!"

"Understood!" Asen immediately accepted the order and waved to the medical team behind him.

"Quick! Send him to Medical Room No. 1! Quick!"

Several medical staff immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted the stretcher.

Under the escort of security personnel, he ran quickly into the cabin.

The crowd quickly dispersed, and silence returned to the deck.

Only the lingering smell of blood and disinfectant remained in the air, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

Ji Nian didn't move. She still stood there, her body tense like a string about to break.

The sea breeze ruffled the strands of hair on her forehead, but her gaze pierced through the darkness and reached the unfathomable sea.

The ocean that sent him back to him and almost swallowed him.

After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes, hiding all the emotions in them.

After Asen finished handling the handover matters, he quietly returned to her side, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke in a low voice.

"President, do you know that person?"

Ji Nian didn't answer, but just opened his eyes again.

Her eyes had regained absolute calmness, as if the previous loss of composure had never happened.

She turned slowly and walked towards the front of the cruise ship, letting the strong sea breeze blow her windbreaker up.

She held onto the cold railing, gazing at the blurred outline of the coastline where the sea and sky met in the distance.

There, there seemed to be a deeper void that was incompatible with the surrounding darkness.

Asen looked at her back, understood, and stopped asking questions.

He stood in silence for a moment, then took another step forward and reported in a steady tone:

"President, the weather in the sea ahead is becoming unstable."

"According to the original plan, we will arrive at the designated coordinates in half an hour."

The huge ship broke through the dark blue waves, like a silent steel beast.

Advancing silently towards the vague horizon.

Ji Nian stood alone at the front of the cruise ship, the sea breeze rustling his black hair and the hem of his clothes.

His figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to swallow up the surging night in front of him.

Behind him are the core members who followed him through life and death. At this moment,

The ease on their faces had long since disappeared, replaced by a suppressed, as if facing a great enemy, tension.

"President," a subordinate stepped forward quickly, his voice trembling slightly with nervousness.

"Radar shows that we are...about to reach the 'Yata Mirror Gap'."

"The Gap of the Yata Mirror" - this name was like an invisible spell that instantly froze the air on the deck.

That is the entrance to the residence of Amaterasu in Japanese mythology, but in today's distorted world,

It represents the only route back to the "human circle" from the "divine realm" and is also the most dangerous checkpoint.

Countless people who tried to break through were torn to pieces by that strange sea, along with their ships.

However, there was no trace of emotion on Jinian's face.

He simply glanced at the distant coastline that was faintly visible in the darkness.

It was as peaceful as appreciating an ordinary landscape painting.