Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The sound caused all the people climbing on the cliff to have a cardiac arrest.

Wu Hen stood on the top of the cliff, the wind and snow blew the corners of his dark clothes, and his eyes were as calm as a bottomless pool of cold water.

He looked down, his sight accurately locked on the rapidly falling figure - Lu Baoyou.

Just before Lu Baoyou was about to hit the ice,

Wu Hen's lips moved slightly, and he uttered a syllable that no one could hear clearly.

An invisible wind suddenly rolled up at the bottom of the cliff, gently supporting Lu Baoyou's body.

The terrifying force of his fall was neutralized and he was finally gently placed on the thick snow.

The whole process was so fast that no one noticed it except himself.

In the snow, Lu Baoyou was like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath, and the fear of surviving the disaster made him tremble all over.

He lay there, looking at the gray sky, snowflakes falling on his face, cold and biting.

"Are you okay?" A recruit struggled to slide down the rock wall next to him and tried to help him.

"Don't touch me!" Lu Baoyou roared hoarsely, with an unprecedented fierceness in his voice.

The recruit was startled and froze in place.

Lu Baoyou just lay there, letting the wind and snow cover his body bit by bit, as if it wanted to bury him alive.

His eyes were blank, and he muttered to himself: "Waste... What a waste... I never want to be in such a mess again... "

His voice was very soft, but it revealed a determination after the dead silence.

Not far away, Su Yuan saw this scene and was extremely anxious.

Just as he was about to let go and go down to see what was going on, a hand held his shoulder tightly.

"Brother?" Su Yuan turned around and saw Su Zhe's stern face.

Su Zhe didn't say anything, just shook his head, his eyes refusing to allow any objection.

He pointed upwards, his meaning clear: keep climbing.

Su Yuan gritted his teeth, the worry in his eyes almost overflowing.

But he finally turned his head and dug his hands into the cold crevice again.

He knew that his brother was right.

Sympathy and worry are the most useless things here.

The climb continued, but the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Su Zhe's physical strength was rapidly draining away. Every breath he took felt like swallowing a knife, and his arms ached so much that he almost lost consciousness.

The cold rock wall continued to take away the warmth from his palms, and numbness spread from his fingertips.

Just when he felt that he was about to collapse and his consciousness began to blur,

A voice came from the clouds above without warning, ringing clearly in everyone's ears.

"Are you ready to die?"

The voice was calm, without any emotion, but it was like an ice pick, instantly piercing Su Zhe's shaky will.

He suddenly raised his head and looked upwards.

Amidst the clouds and mist, one could only vaguely see a blurry black shadow standing on the top of the cliff, like a god overlooking all living beings.

It’s Wu Hen!

"Everyone wants to be a Night's Watchman, to protect humanity and bring honor to their family."

Wu Hen's voice was not loud, but it overwhelmed the howling wind and snow, carrying a kind of coldness that could see through people's hearts.

"But do you know what the mortality rate is for the Night's Watch?"

No one answered, only heavy breathing could be heard in the valley.

"Seventy-three percent." Wu Hen slowly reported a number.

"Three out of every four Night's Watchmen die within ten years."

"Maybe he died on a mission, torn to pieces by a monster, or maybe he died during training."

"Just like now, falling off a cliff and turning into a pool of flesh."

His words were like the sharpest knives, cutting into the hearts of all the recruits one by one.

Fear began to spread like a plague.

"Each of you feels like you are the chosen one, the protagonist of the story,"

"But the reality is that most of you won't even be remembered by your names, and you will die in some unknown corner."

Wu Hen's gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and mist, sweeping across every face that had turned pale due to cold and fear.

"Have you really thought this through? Risking your lives to protect people you've never met?"

"To face monsters that can easily crush you?"

"What is your so-called determination and will worth in the face of true death?"

"you!"

Su Zhe felt his mind go blank, he clung to the rock tightly,

Blood seeped from between his nails as he roared upwards, "What nonsense are you talking about! We are not afraid of death!"

"Not afraid of death?" Wu Hen chuckled, his laughter full of mockery.

"So what are you afraid of now? Are you afraid of falling? Are you afraid of dying? Or are you afraid that you're not as brave as you think you are?"

Wu Hen's voice suddenly turned harsh: "If you can't even conquer a cliff, how can you even talk about conquering a monster that can destroy a city?"

"If you can't even overcome your own fear, how can you even talk about protecting the billions of people behind you? Stop being ridiculous!"

"Tell me, why did you become a Night's Watchman?"

Su Zhe's body trembled violently.

Countless answers flashed through his mind: for glory, for family, to protect his brother... But these answers seemed so pale and powerless in the face of Wu Hen's question: "Are you ready to die?"

Yeah…am I ready?

Am I really ready to watch my brother Su Yuan die in front of me?

No...I don't.

I'm just an ordinary person. I get scared, I feel pain, and I don't want to die!

Once this thought appeared, it was like a flood breaking through a dam, instantly breaking down all his psychological defenses.

The belief that had supported him to climb so far collapsed at this moment.

He looked at his hands that were cramped from overexertion, and felt the cold and fatigue that penetrated deep into his bones.

Then, in the shocked gaze of everyone, Su Zhe slowly released his hands that were gripping the rock wall.

"Brother!" Su Yuan's heart-wrenching roar was torn apart by the strong wind.

Su Zhe's body leaned backward and fell into the white mist, as if he was dragged into the abyss by an invisible big hand.

He gave up when there were only a few dozen meters left to the finish line.

The entire cliff fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stopped and stared blankly at the direction where Su Zhe disappeared.

An indescribable despair and chill, colder than the wind and snow, invaded everyone's heart.

In this dead silence, a figure moved.

He didn't pause at all, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him. He just continued to climb up silently and firmly.