Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The air in the room seemed to solidify into substance.

Wu Hen's eyes moved rapidly between Lin Qiye and Michael, as if he was calculating some invisible gains and losses.

Although he was standing behind Lin Qiye, his calm and almost cold scrutiny made it impossible for Michael to ignore it.

"Yes, I need your help."

Michael finally broke the silence. His voice was no longer ethereal, but instead carried a hint of the solemnity of a mortal.

"Cthulhu's followers have infiltrated every corner of this world,"

"They are searching for something, something that could shake the foundations of the world."

"I need you to find it before they do."

Lin Qiye put his hands in his pockets and leaned forward slightly.

Like a cheetah ready to pounce: "You're so awesome, with thousands of angels under your command, why are you looking for us?"

"Aren't we just a few stronger ants in your eyes?"

"Because you are the variables." Michael's answer was simple and direct.

"You do not belong to the cause and effect of this world. Your very existence is the greatest interference with destiny."

"Only you can get that thing without alerting those lunatics."

Wu Hen, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up: "The premise of cooperation is information parity."

"You only gave us a vague enemy and a vague mission, and you expect us to work for you?"

"Michael, this doesn't sound like a good deal."

His tone was calm, but every word was like a precise weight, pressing on the critical side of the scale.

Lin Qiye grinned and added in a sly tone:

"That's right. If you want the horse to run, you have to give it enough grass, right?"

"Besides, how do we know you're not using us to deal with another one of your enemies?"

"When gods fight, mortals suffer. We all understand this principle."

Michael looked at the two people singing the same tune in front of him. He had anticipated Lin Qiye's arrogance.

But he didn't expect that the young man next to him was so thoughtful.

The two of them worked together seamlessly, instantly pulling him from the high altar to the negotiating table.

The house fell into a new round of silence.

Outside the door, Baili Pangpang's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He just wanted to see how Lin Qiye was doing. As soon as he approached,

A pressure that made his soul tremble leaked out from the crack of the door.

That is not simply powerful, but an absolute crushing of the life level.

It was like an ant gazing at the sea of ​​stars; the mere existence itself was enough to suffocate him.

He doesn't know who's inside.

Can't hear, can't see, can't think.

Baili Pangpang retreated silently, step by step, almost instinctively.

Every step felt like walking on cotton, yet felt heavy as if it were filled with lead.

It wasn't until I retreated to the corner of the corridor that the heart-pounding feeling subsided a little.

He leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily, his heart in turmoil.

This long-lost alertness and uneasiness he had only experienced when faced with certain taboos.

What kind of monster is hiding in Lin Qiye’s room?

He didn't dare to delve further, so he turned around and walked heavily in another direction - An Qingyu's residence.

"Bang bang bang!"

Baili Pangpang's rough knock on the door broke the silence in the house.

The door creaked open, revealing An Qingyu's pale but extremely excited face.

He had two dark circles under his eyes and his hair was messy like a bird's nest.

The white coat on his body was covered with unknown stains, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, like two stars burning in the dark night.

"Fatty? Why are you here? Come in! Quick! I have something good to show you!"

An Qingyu pulled him in and locked the door.

Baili Pangpang was frightened by his horrible appearance: "Fuck... Lao An, how many days have you not slept?"

"Studying those bottles and jars of yours again?"

"Bottles and jars? No no no!"

An Qingyu waved his arms excitedly, pointing at a complex instrument on the table that was connected to countless wires. In the center of the instrument,

A faint wisp of spiritual energy is floating steadily in a glass cover.

"Look! Look! I did it! I'm almost there!"

Baili Pangpang came over, looking confused: "What did you succeed in? Making this thing float?"

"It's not floating!" An Qingyu's breathing became rapid.

"It's frequency! It's the vibration frequency that's unique to spiritual energy! I'm almost capturing its pattern! Do you know what this means?"

Baili Pangpang shook his head blankly.

"This means that I will crack the underlying code of this world's power!"

There was a crazy light flashing in An Qingyu's eyes.

"As long as I can thoroughly analyze and master this frequency, I can 'edit' Reiki like editing a program!"

"I can make it gentler, easier to absorb, and even... I can simulate the frequencies of other powers!"

"For example, divine power! For example, those so-called gods!"

An Qingyu became more and more excited as he spoke. He picked up a piece of draft paper filled with complicated formulas.

He waved in front of Baili Pangpang: "Imagine if I could improve the frequency band of divine power,"

"If we remove the 'divine' contamination from it and transform it into a pure higher energy, can humans also use divine power?"

"Can we mass-produce 'artificial gods'? The limits of humanity will be completely broken!"

The air around him seemed to be ignited by the enthusiasm in his words, and then suddenly cooled down because of the terrifying idea.

Baili Pangpang was so shocked that he was speechless.

He stared blankly at An Qingyu, his usually gentle and refined roommate.

But at this moment he is like a madman trying to pry open the ultimate mystery of the universe.

His throat was dry.

Is this fucking person still human?

It was unknown how long it took for Baili Pangpang to recover from the huge shock.

He walked out of An Qingyu's room in a daze, with the words "artificial god" still echoing in his mind.

One can negotiate with beings that seem like gods, and the other is cracking the underlying code of power.

What about me? Besides eating, what else can I do?

Baili Pangpang smiled bitterly and raised his head.

I happened to see Shen Qingzhu standing silently in the corner of the yard, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

The moonlight shone on him, stretching his shadow very long and making him look particularly lonely.

Baili Pangpang walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"

Shen Qingzhu raised his head, his eyes dimmed: "Nothing."

He saw something strange in the direction of Lin Qiye's room, and also felt the faint energy fluctuations from An Qingyu's side.

In this place full of geniuses, he felt like an alien, good for nothing except swinging a sword.

That intense self-denial gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Baili Pangpang noticed his disappointment, chuckled, and nudged him with his elbow: "Come on, accompany me to the bathroom."

"I do not want……"

"Stop talking nonsense, I can't hold it anymore!"

Without saying anything, Baili Pangpang put his arm around his neck and walked towards the public toilet at the other end of the yard.

The two figures arm in arm disappeared around the corner of the yard.

The moment they turned around, the night wind blew up Shen Qingzhu's wide sleeves.

A hint of crimson was silently seeping out of the bandage tightly wrapped under the cuff, appearing particularly glaring in the moonlight.

The bloodstain quickly expanded and was then absorbed by the cloth, as if it had never appeared.

The night wind blew silently, leaving only a faint smell of blood in the air.

At the same time, in Lin Qiye's room, the negotiations were finally coming to an end.

"...The thing is in the 'Guixu' shrouded in 'fog'. This is the map, and it's also the only token that can lead you there."

Michael took out a glowing ancient compass and handed it to Lin Qiye.

"Find it, and in exchange, I will protect this hospital until you return."

Lin Qiye took the compass and it felt cold to the touch.

He and Wu Hen looked at each other and saw the same determination in each other's eyes.

"make a deal."

Michael's figure turned into golden light and slowly dissipated into the air, leaving behind only a few ethereal words.

"May the Holy Light... guide you."

The room was silent again, with only the faint light of the compass flickering.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen didn't say anything, both were digesting everything that had just happened.

At this moment, a deep and distant bell sound came from the depths of the hospital without any warning.

when--

The bell rang anciently and solemnly, penetrating the silence of the night and echoing throughout the mental hospital with a solemn sadness.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen were both startled and looked out the window at the same time.