Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the training ground, silence and ecstasy were divided into two worlds by an invisible wall.

The new recruits who passed the test held their heads high and enjoyed the glory of victory.

The eliminated ones were dejected, as if all the bones in their body had been pulled out.

They huddled together limply, even their breath smelling of rusty despair.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood between the two teams with calm expressions. They neither congratulated the winner nor comforted the loser.

Wu Hen's eyes slowly swept over everyone, from those high-spirited faces,

Sliding across those distraught faces, and finally stopping in the empty space.

His voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into stagnant water, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"You guys, do you remember what I asked you when you first came?"

This question suddenly sounded, making the atmosphere on the scene instantly become weird.

In the team that passed the assessment, a thorny young man subconsciously raised his chin.

She seemed to want to say something, but when she met Wu Hen's emotionless eyes, she swallowed her words back.

They were the winners, but in front of this man, they did not feel the slightest sense of superiority.

And no one from the eliminated team answered.

They were immersed in the pain of failure, their minds were blank, and they had no time to think about any bullshit problems.

Elimination means elimination, what’s the point of saying this now?

It's just another humiliation of the loser by the victor.

Wu Hen didn't seem to expect them to answer. He continued to speak to himself: "Let me ask you, why did you come to the Night's Watch?"

He paused, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a hint of mockery.

"Your answers are varied."

"For glory, for power, to protect my family, for the people of Daxia... Each one sounds so great, so right."

His voice suddenly turned cold, like a knife tempered with ice.

"But what about now? Look at yourselves. Those who passed are smug and feel superior;"

"Those who were eliminated blamed everyone else and felt like the sky was falling."

"Your so-called glory and protection are so vulnerable?"

Wu Hen took a step forward, and his imposing aura made everyone breathless.

"Answer me! What do you think is the key to protecting Daxia?"

"Is it the meager strength you possessed to pass the assessment? Or is it your fragile hearts that were shattered upon being eliminated?"

A series of questions, like a heavy hammer, hit every recruit's heart hard.

The smug look on the faces of those who passed the test gradually faded, replaced by a hint of confusion and shame.

Those who were eliminated were deeply hurt by these words.

Many people lowered their heads in shame and anger, clenching their fists, their nails digging deep into their palms.

The scene was so depressing that even the sound of the wind seemed to have disappeared.

In this silence, a figure in the eliminated team suddenly trembled.

There was a buzzing sound in Su Zhe's head, as if a thunder had exploded.

Wu Hen's question was like a key that instantly opened the floodgates of his memory.

He remembered the video footage that had been deliberately forgotten.

On the northern border, those overly young warriors used their flesh and blood to build a wall.

Resisting the horrific creatures in the fog, their bodies were torn to pieces, but no one retreated.

He also remembered the national monument standing in the center of Kyoto.

It is densely engraved with names, and behind each name is a life that is willing to protect it.

Are they... strong enough?

No, facing those unknown horrors, as individuals, they can even be said to be weak.

But why were they able to defend Daxia?

An idea burst out from Su Zhe's heart like a volcanic eruption, instantly washing away all his confusion, unwillingness and self-doubt.

The dead gray in his eyes was replaced by a blazing fire.

Guarding is never about being strong enough!

"I know!"

A roar cut through the stagnant air.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see Su Zhe step out from the eliminated group.

He was in tattered clothes, covered in wounds, and looked in a miserable state, but his eyes were surprisingly bright.

He stared at Wu Hen, enunciating each word and shouting with all his might, "Protecting Daxia doesn't depend on whether you're strong enough!"

"It's about whether we, the people, are brave enough to risk our lives and stand in front of hundreds of millions of our compatriots!"

These words, like a thunderclap, exploded over the training ground.

The new recruits who passed the test had a look of astonishment on their faces, and then fell into deeper thought.

Those eliminated soldiers were instantly awakened as if a basin of cold water was poured over their heads.

Yeah... Why do they feel that being eliminated means losing everything?

Is their original intention of coming here just to pass an examination?

Wu Hen looked at Su Zhe and finally smiled. It was no longer a mockery, but a recognition from the heart.

"well said."

He looked around the room, his voice becoming loud and powerful: "Now, let me tell you the true meaning of this assessment."

"Do you think we are selecting the strong? Yes, but not entirely."

"What Daxia needs is not just a handful of strong people standing at the top of the pyramid, but also countless cornerstones willing to sacrifice their lives for it!"

"This test will knock down your arrogance and shatter your illusions, so that you can see yourself clearly!"

"In the face of death, how much of your so-called faith is left?"

"The strong one, we will make him stronger and let him reach the pinnacle!"

"As for the so-called 'weak', as long as you still have the courage to stand up,

"As long as you remember why you are here, you will be an indispensable brick in Daxia's defense!"

Wu Hen's words were like a shot of adrenaline, injected into every recruit's body.

The once dim eyes of those who were eliminated were rekindled.

They understood that failure in the assessment did not mean they had lost their qualifications to protect; it was merely a test of their inner selves.

"Now, I give all of you one last chance to choose."

Wu Hen's voice returned to calm, but it carried an unquestionable power.

"Close your eyes."

"If you still want to stay and are willing to shed your last drop of blood to protect Daxia, then raise your right hand."

"Remember, this choice has nothing to do with strength, it only has to do with your determination."

"After you open your eyes, if anyone doesn't raise their hand, I will personally cross out your name and send you home."

As soon as he finished speaking, nearly a thousand recruits in the audience, whether they passed or were eliminated, slowly closed their eyes.

The air seemed to freeze.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Shh!"

One arm was raised firmly.

Then, "Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Hundreds of arms, like bamboo shoots after rain, formed a silent and magnificent forest on the silent training ground.

Almost everyone raised their right hand without hesitation.

There was a look of determination on their faces.

Only a few people, after struggling for a long time, still had their arms hanging heavily at their sides.

Perhaps they thought of their wives and children at home, or perhaps they were really frightened by the cruelty of the assessment.

Wu Hen opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him calmly.

Without saying a word, he walked over to the recorder, picked up a pen, and crossed out a few names on the list.

Then he turned around and gave a faint smile to the forest of arms.

"Congratulations, everyone. Your qualifications are back."

After saying that, he and Lin Qiye looked at each other, and without any more nonsense, they turned and walked towards the camp.

Behind them, there was a brief silence, and then, like a volcanic eruption,

Deafening cheers rose to the sky, mixed with roars of tears of joy, echoing across the entire snowfield.

The recruits hugged each other and shouted, releasing all their depression and despair at this moment.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye did not stop at all.

Just when they were about to disappear from everyone's sight,

Wu Hen paused slightly and glanced inconspicuously at the end of the distant snowfield.

In the vast expanse of white sky and earth, six figures wearing crimson cloaks flashed by.

They were like ghosts blending into the wind and snow, disappearing silently on the other side of the horizon, as if they had never appeared.