Godslayer: The different abilities represented by the twelve two-hour periods of the day

"Lin Shi was right after all." Baili Pangpang slumped limply on the table, utterly dejected.

Lin Qiye didn't say anything, but pointed to Zheng Zhong, a former special forces soldier, at the next table, who was eating raw meat in one hand and white steamed bun in the other, his face expressionless.

Lin Shi took a steamed bun from the basin and took a bite, then grabbed a piece of raw meat, closed his eyes, and took a big bite. "Eat up, or you won't make it through today's training."

Lin Qiye also ate a bite of steamed bun and a bite of raw meat. "When we go to the battlefield, no one can guarantee that there will be food everywhere. If you don't want to starve to death, you have to learn to adapt as soon as possible."

Baili Pangpang gritted his teeth and took out a piece of steamed bun from the basin to eat. He ate the bun first, but seeing the raw meat still made him feel a little nauseous.

"Hey, what kind of food is this? Get your ass out here! Is this even fit for human consumption?" Shen Qingzhu roared, his angry voice echoing throughout the entire cafeteria.

A moment later, an old man with a spoon and a dark face came out of the kitchen, yelling, "What the hell are you yelling for?"

"Can you even cook? Who are you trying to impress with all this stuff?" Shen Qingzhu's eyes were icy cold.

"That's all. Take it or leave it. Nobody's forcing you," the old man replied glaringly.

At that moment, a group of seven people wearing gray cloaks walked over. This time they were not wearing masks, but everyone knew who they were.

"Old Sun, is there anything to eat? We're starving."

Leading the way was Rose from the [Masked] squad, who spoke with a beaming smile.

Old Sun recognized the newcomers and said, "So it's you little brats who've arrived." He stopped arguing with Shen Qingzhu, walked to the innermost round table, pulled out a stool, and gestured for Qiangwei, who had just spoken, to sit down.

"It's all ready. I'll go to the kitchen and bring the food over." She turned and walked to the kitchen, bringing out the fragrant and delicious food.

Braised pork belly, chicken stew with mushrooms, ants climbing a tree (a dish of stir-fried vermicelli and minced pork), steamed sea bass, and other dishes were served one by one on the "Masked" team's dining table.

"Come on, come on, start eating! You little brats rarely come back, don't you want to try my cooking again?" With calloused hands, he picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it into Wang's noodle bowl, grinning as he spoke.

“Old Master Sun, there’s no need for that.” Wang Mian quickly stood up and helped Old Master Sun up.

Old Sun waved his hand, indicating that Wang Mian should sit down. "It's alright, it's alright. I'm happy to see you all. Please eat."

"Thank you, Mr. Sun!"

The other members thanked them, then picked up their chopsticks and began to eat heartily, chatting and laughing.

Not wanting to embarrass them, Old Sun turned around and went back to the kitchen.

"Lin Shi, Qi Ye, why don't you come over and have some?" Wang beckoned to Lin Shi and Lin Qi Ye.

The two looked at each other, each carrying their own bowl, and walked to the round table of the Masked Squad, where they sat down.

"Don't serve us any more food, I'll just eat this."

This is Lin Shi.

"New recruits should eat what new recruits should eat."

This is Lin Qiye.

"I didn't expect you two to have such high levels of awareness." Wang nodded, pleased with their answer.

"Actually, I called you here to talk to you about the matter of the divine agents, so that you can have a better understanding. Others may not know so much about it."

......

The whistle blew suddenly, and Lin Shi and Lin Qiye returned to the group.

Lin Qiye pondered Wang Mian's words, his brows furrowed.

According to the other party, the relationship between the agent and the deity should be a contractual one, and not just anyone is qualified to become the agent of the deity; one needs to have special qualities to be chosen by the deity.

The essence of a contract is exchange.

The gods give part of their power to their agents, and the agents need to help the gods accomplish things that the gods are not in a position to do.

Logically, what kind of contract did he sign with Michael to become His agent?

But he had no memory of this at all, nor did he know what the contract required him to do.

Thinking of this, Lin Qiye glanced at Lin Shi.

The contract this guy made was simple and straightforward: he demanded the killing of a god. However, killing a god is not so easy; it's extremely difficult.

"What are you thinking about, so absorbed?"

Lin Shi spoke in a teasing tone, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"I'm thinking about Michael. Why did He choose me?"

"If someone catches your eye in a crowd, it might just be love at first sight!"

Lin Shi was spouting nonsense.

He couldn't possibly reveal that the reason Michael chose Lin Qiye was because Lingbao Tianzun made a deal with him.

"Don't overthink it, just look ahead. Even if you do have some mission, keep moving forward and one day you will get the answer you want."

Lin Qiye pondered these words, then teased, "What you said is quite profound. Are you planning to give up being a master of emotions and become a philosopher?"

On the stage was a completely unfamiliar instructor, his face solemn, recounting basic knowledge about mystery.

"My surname is Han. Next, I will explain some knowledge about mystery to you. Mystery comes from mythology, legends, and folk tales. They are our Night Watch's main enemies."

"They come in all shapes and sizes, and most of them possess bizarre abilities, far surpassing the frailty of humans. So, what do we rely on to fight against such beings?"

"It's the Forbidden Ruins."

Shen Qingzhu wore her military cap backwards and answered lazily.

"That's right, it's the Forbidden Ruins. It's the most important weapon for humanity in its battle against the mysterious. But we can't rely on it completely. Combat skills and strong physical abilities are also key to victory."

Unless you're powerful enough to kill a mystery with a flick of your finger... are you sure you can?"

He looked at Shen Qingzhu.

Shen Qingzhu whistled, "Great! I do it almost every time, like this, snapping my fingers." She then prepared to demonstrate.

"Don't demonstrate yet, don't demonstrate yet, what is your Forbidden Ruins?"

"Qi Min."

Instructor Han fell silent, wiping away non-existent cold sweat. Luckily, he hadn't made the kid demonstrate; he'd just pretend he didn't exist.

"To fight against the mysterious, besides the forbidden ruins, we also need a strong physique and combat skills!"

Combat techniques are divided into melee and firearms. Firearms might be useful against lower-level mystics, but at higher levels, melee combat is the true king!

"Report, I think some firearms could also be effective against advanced mystics," Lin Shi said, raising his hand.

Instructor Han coughed lightly, knowing that Lin Shi's Forbidden Ruins could conjure dual pistols. "Your dual pistols belong to the Forbidden Ruins and are not considered firearms."

"But it's also a gun, capable of firing bullets, so isn't it a firearm?"

Instructor Han: ......

Instructor Han pretended not to hear anything again, "In this lesson, we will teach you practical combat with cold weapons."

The Night's Watch primarily uses the standard weapon, the Starblade, so today I'll teach you how to use a straight sword.

Instructor Han spoke eloquently on the stage, while the audience below watched with great interest.

Apart from Lin Shi and Lin Qiye.

I was getting a little sleepy, not because the instructor was bad, but because Chen Muyi had taught all of this before, so I had to remember it not only in my mind but also in my body.

Recalling those cuts still makes my body tremble; it really hurt.