Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows, and Wu Hen's eyes narrowed slightly.

See “people”?

Wu Hen's mind raced, and he grasped the key point in an instant. He asked in a deep voice, "Commander Zuo, are you talking about... the 'gift' from Sakura Country?"

Zuo Qing nodded and said without disguising, "Yes, it's him."

"Yuuri Takishiro, according to the information we received, he is called the 'human ceiling',"

"The divine weapon he carries with him, the 'Ama-Kurokumo Sword', is extremely powerful."

"This level of combat power is crucial to our next plan."

Lin Qiye asked directly: "Where is he now? How is his situation?"

"It's at your temporary base. Our people are guarding outside to ensure safety."

Zuo Qing paused and looked at them.

"However, I need to hear your specific situation."

"After all, you are the ones who brought the person back."

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye looked at each other and understood.

This is both a question and an attitude.

The top management of Daxia obviously attaches great importance to Yuuri Takishiro, but they also respect the opinions of front-line staff like them.

"Let's go, Commander Zuo, we'll take you there to have a look." Wu Hen made a decision.

"seeing is believing."

Without saying much, the group quickly returned to the inconspicuous rental house in a special car.

The moment he pushed open the door, the warm yet somewhat strange scene in the house made the battle-hardened Zuo Qing stunned.

In the living room, the boy who was labeled as "the ceiling of human combat power" in the intelligence,

He was sitting cross-legged on a small stool, holding an introductory Chinese Pinyin reading book with cartoon patterns printed on it.

Jiang Er beside him was like a little teacher, patiently teaching him word by word.

"This is a watermelon... Read it after me, watermelon..."

"Watermelon?" Yuuri Takishiro's pronunciation was a little awkward, but his expression was extremely serious, like an elementary school student going to school for the first time.

Zuo Qing's eyes swept across the room and saw Shen Qingzhu and Cao Yuan packing up their things.

I saw An Qingyu sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, but I didn't see Jia Lan and Hong Yan.

He didn't ask any more questions, but just turned his gaze back to the boy who was trying hard to learn Chinese.

Is this... the human ceiling?

He imagined countless possibilities, perhaps unruly, perhaps aloof and arrogant, or perhaps full of vigilance and hostility.

The only thing he had never imagined was that it would be such a... harmonious to the point of being weird.

Lin Qiye walked over to Zuo Qing and lowered his voice: "Commander Zuo, this is Yuri Takishiro."

"He..." Zuo Qing didn't know how to start for a moment.

Wu Hen took over the conversation and explained calmly, "He's been raised as a weapon by his family for over a decade. His mental and social cognition are basically blank."

"When we brought him back, he even needed to be taught what 'eating' and 'sleeping' meant."

The astonishment in Zuo Qing's eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a hint of understanding and complexity.

He understood that this was not a disguise, but a cruel fact.

"So, what are your opinions?" Zuo Qing asked. He had already guessed the answer.

Lin Qiye looked at the man who was being applauded by Jiang Er for pronouncing a word correctly.

The young man, with a pure smile on his face, said seriously, "Commander Zuo, I hope that no matter what Daxia needs him to do, no coercion will be used."

"He's not a weapon, he's a person."

"A comrade who is willing to fight alongside you is far more reliable than a slave bound in chains."

Wu Hen added: "From the most utilitarian perspective, if a resentful 'human ceiling' turns against us on the battlefield, the harm it causes is immeasurable."

"Giving him kindness and letting him make his own choices is the way to maximize benefits."

Zuo Qing was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "I understand."

"You guys are doing a great job and are more thoughtful than those of us who sit in offices and just read reports."

"I promise you, Daxia Night Watch, I will never force any friend who is willing to help us."

His promise was straightforward and clear, without any hesitation, which made Lin Qiye and Wu Hen feel relieved.

The tense atmosphere dissipated, and Zuo Qing looked at Yuri Takibai with interest: "So, what are you going to do with him next?"

"I can't let you take care of it forever, right? You have more important tasks."

Lin Qiye thought for a moment and said, "We originally planned to wait until the matter was settled."

"Take him around the city, have some delicious food, have some fun, and let him experience normal life for a while."

"This is a good idea." Zuo Qing immediately agreed.

"Leave this matter to me."

"I will send a logistician who is fluent in Japanese and has a stable personality."

"I'm responsible for taking him on tours, so you don't have to worry about his safety."

"You guys, it's time to return to the team."

As he was speaking, the door was pushed open again.

Hongyan's figure appeared at the door, and in her arms, she was holding the sleeping Galan.

Although Galan's face was still a little pale, his breathing was steady and he was obviously out of danger.

"Done." Hongyan said concisely.

Lin Qixi walked forward, carefully took Jialan from her hands, and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Okay, now that everyone is here, pack up and get ready to go back to the training camp."

Wu Hen clapped his hands and spoke to everyone.

Once the order was given, everyone immediately took action in an orderly manner.

They didn't have much luggage to begin with, so they packed everything in a few minutes.

Lin Qiye handed Galan to Cao Yuan to carry on his back, and walked in front of Yuuri Takibai.

Jiang Er had already put his studies on hold and was handing him a game console.

"We are leaving." Lin Qiye said.

Yuri Takibai raised his head, he seemed to still not fully understand

The meaning of "go" and "part", just a blink of an eye,

Pointing at the game console in his hand, he asked in his newly learned broken Chinese, "This... is fun."

"Well, there will be someone to play with you." Lin Qiye smiled and ruffled his hair, "Wait until we come back."

Yuuri Takishiro nodded as if he understood, but his attention was soon drawn to the little man jumping on the screen.

Everyone said goodbye to him and turned to leave.

Just as they reached the door, a man in a plaid shirt

A young man wearing black-framed glasses and looking a little dull was already waiting outside the door.

"Commander Zuo, Captain Lin." The young man pushed his glasses and introduced himself.

"My name is Guan Zai, and I will be responsible for the following accompanying mission."

Zuo Qing nodded: "Well, I leave it to you."

When Guan Zai walked into the room and saw Yuuri Takishiro who was concentrating on playing games, his eyes lit up.

He was not nervous at all, instead he seemed to have found a like-minded person and went straight over.

In fluent Japanese, he said, "Oh? Are you playing Brave Quest?"

"I know where the hidden treasure chest is in this level. I'll teach you!"

Yuuri Takishiro raised his head, curiosity in his eyes.

Looking at the harmonious scene of two heads huddled together in the room studying the game, Lin Qiye and the others smiled at each other and completely put their minds at ease.

Everyone boarded the military off-road vehicle to return to the training camp.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was completely different from when we arrived.

Zuo Qing looked at the rapidly receding street outside the window and suddenly said, "I'm asking you to return to the team urgently this time because time is running out."

"The chief instructor's training plan has been compressed into ten days."

"Ten days?"

Cao Yuan was the first to call out,

"Are you kidding me? Those new recruits have barely gotten in. What can they do in ten days? Are they supposed to learn how to stand at attention?"

"Within ten days, they must become qualified night watchmen." Zuo Qing's tone left no room for doubt.

The air in the car froze instantly.

Shen Qingzhu's expression turned extremely serious: "Ten days... Is this going to be a war?"

Only war requires the rapid maturation of soldiers at such a high cost.

Zuo Qing did not answer directly, but his silence itself was a kind of acquiescence.

Everyone's heart sank.

Although they had a premonition, when their guess was confirmed,

The heavy pressure still made everyone feel a little breathless.

Wu Hen, who had been silent all this time, spoke slowly at this moment, his voice as calm as ice.

"Ten days is indeed a quick way to achieve success."

"High-intensity training, coupled with sufficient resources and drug assistance,"

"It's not impossible to let them master combat skills and become familiar with the rules of the mysterious side."

He paused, changed the subject, and glanced at everyone in the car.

"But there is one skill that you can never acquire in ten days."

"That is the breath that is truly forged from the brink of life and death."

Wu Hen's voice was not loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

"They haven't seen blood yet. They don't know what it feels like when a knife cuts through flesh."

"I don't know what it feels like to have a companion fall beside me, and I don't know...when death is so close, will I collapse or explode."

Inside the car, there was deathly silence.

Everyone understood what Wu Hen meant.

A group of warriors who have been forced to mature in a greenhouse, no matter how skilled they are,

Once thrown into a real meat grinder, can their will support them to strike the first blow?

The shadow of war hung over their hearts as never before.

Lin Qiye looked out the window, the neon lights of the city stretched into blurry light tracks.

There was a barely perceptible heaviness in his voice.

"Let's go and meet our new recruits... our future comrades."