Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The president of the Shangxie Society looked at him with interest and suddenly laughed.

"You," the president pointed at Wu Hen, then pointed at himself,

"What did you say to me just now? Say it again."

Wei Dong's calves were trembling. He wanted to pull Wu Hen back.

But I found that this usually silent companion,

At this moment, his back was as steady as a mountain, making him unable to shake it at all.

Wu Hen's gaze did not dodge at all, and he looked directly at the man who was turning the tide in the underground world of [Shangjing].

He repeated calmly, word by word:

"I said, the gods descended, and the Night's Watch fought bloody battles,"

"And the Shangxie Society, which should have been an ally, has become a coward."

As soon as these two words came out, the air in the box seemed to be sucked dry in an instant.

The women who had originally retreated to the side lost all color on their faces, and looked at Wu Hen as if he were a dead person.

The smile on the president's face grew even wider, and he even clapped his hands lightly.

"Good, you're brave." He picked up a glass of red wine on the table and shook it gently.

The scarlet liquid left streaks on the wall of the cup.

"Young people, courage is a good thing, but there is often a fine line between courage and stupidity."

His eyes fell on Wu Hen, as if he could see through his internal organs.

"You didn't come here to show off your words, did you? You want an explanation."

This is not a question, but a statement.

Wu Hen did not deny it.

Yes, he wanted an explanation.

This thought had been gnawing at his heart like a poisonous snake since the moment he woke up completely on the hospital bed.

(Time goes back a week ago)

When Lin Qiye told him that his sister Wu Shuang was almost going crazy these days, Wu Hen's heart was deeply gripped.

The next day, Wu Shuang rushed into the ward carrying a huge thermos bucket. As soon as she saw Wu Hen, her eyes instantly turned red.

She didn't scold him, nor did she cry. She just silently poured bowl after bowl of carefully prepared nourishing soup into his stomach.

It seemed as if it wanted to replenish all the energy and blood he had lost.

Wu Hen drank silently, feeling the long-lost family affection, and the ice in his heart melted a little.

His health improved day by day, but the atmosphere in the team became increasingly heavy.

After An Qingyu woke up, they gathered together to review the brutal battle.

Galan used his mental power to project a map of the battlefield situation at the time, clearly marking every key node.

"...According to the agreement, fifteen minutes after we have held back the main force of the [God],"

"The three elite teams deployed by the Shangxie Society on the west side should raid the energy core of the [God]."

Cao Yuan pointed to a flashing red location on the map, his voice cold.

“But they didn’t show up.”

"According to the intelligence we received afterwards, they did not move during those fifteen minutes."

"Why?" Wu Hen asked the question on everyone's mind.

Lin Qiye shook his head, his eyes full of fatigue and confusion, "I don't know."

"I have sent inquiries to them through secret channels, but there has been no response."

"They betrayed us!" A young team member slammed the table angrily.

"uncertain."

Lin Qiye denied,

"The Shangxie Society is cunning and treacherous, but they share a common enemy with the Night's Watch."

“When it comes to fighting against the Gods, they have no reason to betray.

"Perhaps...something unexpected happened that was beyond their control."

"Captain, you are too naive!" Wu Hen said coldly,

"On the battlefield, things change rapidly, but I stayed where I was for a full fifteen minutes."

"This is definitely not something that can be explained by the word 'accident'."

"They just deliberately watched people die without helping them!"

"Then what do you want?" Lin Qiye looked at him.

"Should we just go and confront their guild leader?"

"Wu Hen, we just suffered a heavy blow,"

"What we need most now is to recuperate, not to create an equally unfathomable enemy!"

Wu Hen was silent.

He knew that what Lin Qiye said was right. From the overall perspective, forbearance was the best choice.

However, he could not forget the sight of An Qingyu collapsing from exhaustion.

I can’t forget the pain and self-blame that almost overflowed from Lin Qiye’s eyes, nor can I forget the comrades who died in the battle.

If he doesn't resolve this hatred and confusion, he won't be able to sleep or eat.

So, he decided to do it himself.

He used some of his old connections and found Wei Dong, a timid but well-informed man.

I found out the whereabouts of the president of Shangxie Society.

He didn't tell Lin Qiye, nor did he tell his sister. This was his own decision.

Even if he would die here, he would still ask for answers in person.

(Back to the box)

As the tide of memories receded, Wu Hen's eyes became more determined.

"Yes, I need an explanation."

"Explain?" The president chuckled and drank the red wine in the glass.

He stood up and walked slowly to Wu Hen.

He was half a head taller than Wu Hen, and a sense of oppression mixed with the smell of alcohol and blood hit him in the face.

"The explanation is that it wasn't your battle, it was your 'test'."

The president leaned close to Wu Hen's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear,

"And you guys...almost screwed it up."

Wu Hen's pupils suddenly contracted!

Test? Whose test?

"You [Night Watchmen] are like sheep kept in a pen,"

"You always think you are protecting the world, but you don't know who the real enemy is."

The president's voice was filled with a hint of pity and mockery. "Do you think you are facing a 'God'?"

"No, that thing is just a 'chess piece' thrown onto the chessboard by a more advanced chess player."

"And you are the other one."

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Wu Hen's mind.

He came here to seek an answer about "betrayal", but unexpectedly, he heard a truth that overturned his worldview.

"You..." Wu Hen was about to speak, but he felt an invisible force strangling his throat, preventing him from making any sound.

The president gently adjusted Wu Hen's collar with his hand, his action like an elder caring for a younger one, but his eyes were as cold as a knife.

"In view of your courage, I will not kill you today, and I will give you a piece of advice for free."

He looked directly into Wu Hen's eyes and said word by word:

"Go back and tell Lin Qiye not to pursue this matter any further."

"Some chessboards are not yours to overturn."

"Become your 'chess piece' well, and at least... you can live a little longer."

After saying that, he loosened his hand, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared instantly.

Wu Hen started coughing violently. He raised his head and stared at the president.

The president stopped looking at him, turned around and walked back to the sofa and sat down again, as if nothing had happened.

He waved his hand and said to Wei Dong, who was almost fainting from fear:

"Take your friends and get out of here."

Wei Dong was as if he had been pardoned. He crawled and carried Wu Hen to his side, then staggered out.

It was not until he walked out of the box, passed through the noisy corridor, and felt the cold night wind blowing on his face that Wu Hen felt like he was alive again.

He didn't get the justice he wanted, but instead was burdened with an even heavier and darker secret.

Chess pieces... Chess players...

He looked back at the brightly lit and extravagant club, which looked like a giant beast waiting to devour its prey in the dark night.

Wu Hen clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The cold night wind blew on Wu Hen's face like a knife, but it was far less chilling than the chill in his heart.

Wei Dong was already frightened. He sent Wu Hen to the street corner and said goodbye tremblingly.

He disappeared into the night in a flash, as if he was afraid to stay with this hot potato for another second.

Wu Hen didn't care about his departure.

He was alone, walking slowly on the empty streets of [Shangjing] late at night.

Surrounded by bright neon lights and tall buildings, everything is the same as usual.

But in Wu Hen's eyes, the world has completely changed.

The light in every window is like a prying eye.

Every dark shadow swaying on the street corner seems like a hidden chess piece laid by a chess player.

These two words, like a spell, echoed in his mind over and over again.

They paid so much, and the blood of so many comrades dyed the earth red, but all they got in return was a "test"?

Everything they fought so hard to protect was nothing more than a game in the eyes of higher beings?

This made him more angry and powerless than the "betrayal" of the Shangxie Society.

There is still a reason for betrayal, and there is still someone to hate.

But if I am just a chess piece with no control over my own destiny from the beginning to the end, then what do their struggles and their sacrifices mean?

A joke?

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the outline of the Night Watch headquarters appeared in front of us.

This building, which symbolizes humanity's last line of defense, now looks like a huge and exquisite birdcage in Wu Hen's eyes.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, and walked in.

The hall was empty except for the clerk on duty who was dozing off.

Wu Hen didn't disturb anyone and walked straight to the team's exclusive rest area.

He thought everyone should be asleep by this time.

However, when he pushed open the door of the lounge, he found that only a desk lamp was on inside.

Lin Qiye sat under the lamp, quietly wiping the straight knife [Demon Slayer] in his hand.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Qiye paused and slowly raised his head.

His eyes were as calm as water, yet seemed to be able to see through everything.

"came back?"

There was no questioning, no anger, just three plain words, but they made Wu Hen's heart sink suddenly.

Wu Hen silently closed the door and walked to sit opposite Lin Qiye.

There was a long table between the two of them, and the dim light on the table made their shadows very long.

"I went to find the president of Shangxie Society." Wu Hen spoke first, his voice hoarse.

Lin Qiye hummed, and slowly sheathed the cleaned [Ghost Slayer] with a slight "clang" sound.

In this dead silent room, the sound was particularly clear.

"I guessed it." Lin Qiye looked at him.

"Although Wei Dong is a timid person, there is nothing he cannot find out about the underground world of [Shangjing]."

"Whatever you can think of, I can think of too."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Wu Hen raised his head with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Because I know that if I don't let you go, the thorn in your heart will never be removed."

Lin Qiye's eyes revealed a trace of fatigue. "I just didn't expect that you could really see him and come back alive."

Wu Hen laughed self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps, in his eyes, I am just an ant that does not need to be stepped on."

These words made Lin Qiye frown slightly.

He keenly noticed that Wu Hen was in a bad mood.

The Wu Hen he had seen always had an unyielding ruthlessness even when facing life and death.

But at this moment, his eyes were filled with confusion and emptiness after his cognition was overturned.

"What did he...say to you?" Lin Qiye asked in a deep voice.

Wu Hen's body trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes, as if recalling the suffocating feeling of oppression in the box.

He repeated the conversation verbatim.

From the provocation of "coward", to the explanation of "test", and finally to the earth-shattering theory of "chess pieces and chess players".

When Wu Hen said

"That thing is just a more advanced chess player,"

"It's just a 'chess piece' thrown onto the chessboard."

"And you are another one"

Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted.

The whole room fell into deathly silence.

After a long time, Lin Qiye slowly exhaled, and the breath turned into a cloud of white mist in the slightly cool air.

He was not as shocked and angry as Wu Hen. On the contrary, his expression became more solemn than ever before.

The president's words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting the fog that had been lingering in his heart.

Why does the advent of [Gods] always follow a certain pattern?

Why would the gods of the "Ke" series appear in the land of the East?

Why does Shangxie clearly have the same goal as the Night Watch?

But it is always so distant, as if following some deeper rules?

I see……

It turns out they were on a giant chessboard the whole time.

"He's right." Lin Qiye suddenly spoke.

Wu Hen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him in disbelief.

"Captain, you..."

"I'm not saying that it's right that we're pawns." Lin Qiye interrupted him, his eyes as deep as the night sky.

"I mean, we might not really... know who the real enemy is."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the dark night.

"Wu Hen, remember, chess pieces... can also overturn the chessboard."

His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power.

"The prerequisite is that the chess piece must know that it is on the chessboard and can clearly see... the hand that is playing the chess."

Wu Hen stared at Lin Qiye's back in a daze.

The figure was still not particularly large, but at this moment, it seemed to be able to support this world that was about to collapse.

The confusion and powerlessness in his heart were relieved by Lin Qiye's calm and firm words.

It was gradually dispelled, and replaced by a deeper trembling and... determination.

"Then...what should we do next?" Wu Hen asked, his voice having regained its composure.

"He told us not to pursue the matter any further and to just be pawns."

Lin Qiye's lips curled up in a cold arc, "Then we must investigate further."

He turned around, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"But, not now."

"Not in the old way either."

Lin Qiye walked up to Wu Hen, stretched out his hand, and patted his shoulder heavily.

"That's all for today. Don't tell anyone else in the team, including your sister."

"This secret is too heavy. The fewer people who know about it, the better."

"I understand." Wu Hen nodded heavily.

"Go back to sleep." Lin Qiye said,

"Keep your spirits up."

"Whether we face gods, demons, or the 'chess player' hiding behind the scenes... we need to gather all our strength."

Wu Hen stood up and left the lounge silently.

When the door was closed again, Lin Qiye was the only one left in the room.

The calmness on his face faded away in an instant, replaced by deep fatigue and solemnity.

He walked to the table, took out a pen and paper, and quickly wrote a few words:

[Shangxie Society], [Chess Player], [Jialan], [Daxia], [God].

He looked at these unrelated words and circled them with a pen.

Finally, there's a huge question mark at the center.

The storm has not yet arrived.

But tonight, they had already heard the first thunder coming from afar.