Chapter 1760
by 林方方Chapter 1760 Unkillable
Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly:
“What do you want to do?”
“Contact Lu Wuwei for me.”
“Okay.”
Shen Qingzhu turned and was about to walk out of the office.
“Wait.” Lin Qiye pondered for a moment, “Nyx, as a supreme god, was trapped in that place, which means it could be extremely dangerous… Lu Wuwei hasn’t ascended to godhood yet, it’s too dangerous for him to go alone.
Let Wang Mian go with him. In case of emergency, they can directly reverse time.”
“I’ll notify them.”
Shen Qingzhu’s figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
In the empty office, Lin Qiye was alone again. He sat back down in his office chair and looked up at the time.
“It’s about time…”
Lin Qiye pulled open a drawer containing a heavy medicine box. Inside the recessed slots, gray pills were neatly arranged.
Looking at these pills, Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly, but still took one out and swallowed it. Then he leaned back in his office chair as if about to fall asleep.
The next moment, his hands suddenly clenched tight!
Beads of sweat emerged from Lin Qiye’s temples, his muscles instantly tensed, and a soul-deep pain surged through him, his eyes turning bloodshot.
At the same time, a voice drifted into his ears:
“It hurts… it hurts so much~”
“Humans are truly fragile, so weak that they must use such methods to maintain a possibility of continuation…”
“But what difference does it make?”
“Zuo Qing took so many pills, but when I killed him, wasn’t his soul completely destroyed? Enduring so much pain in vain, ultimately just a self-inflicted joke…”
“In the end, you’re just a bunch of death-fearing insects, gaining a sense of security through self-torture! Hahaha…”
“…”
[Chaos]’s voice was full of mockery, seemingly able to trigger the most sensitive nerves in one’s heart… At this moment, Lin Qiye was fully focused on resisting the pain brought by the pill. If he were distracted even slightly, his blood would flow backward, causing severe self-injury in an instant.
But he just quietly leaned against the chair back, continuously adjusting his breathing, fighting the pain deep in his soul, seemingly deaf to [Chaos]’s provocations.
Seeing that his mental assault had no effect on Lin Qiye, [Chaos] seemed to find it boring, clicked his tongue, and then his voice disappeared without a trace.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes in the chair…
The entire office chair was soaked with sweat, and his face was extremely pale. This soul-deep pain couldn’t be reduced even by the Primordial Spirit Embryo.
He slowly stood up, poured himself a pot of hot tea, and after a few sips, some color returned to his face.
He took a deep breath,
His tired eyes narrowed slightly, and a killing intent swept through the office!
…
Gods’ Mental Hospital.
Room Number Five.
In this “bare” hospital room, a Black man wearing a patient gown was lazily lying on the cold cement floor, casually yawning.
Unlike other rooms, this room had no basic facilities including bed, chairs, or even light fixtures. Even the only small window that could receive sunlight had been sealed with cement. The entire room was pitch black – it was more like a prison than a hospital room.
Creeeeak—
With a light sound, the door of the room was slowly opened.
A figure in a white coat walked in from outside, hands in pockets, eyes narrowed as he looked down at [Chaos] lying on the ground, his face showing no emotion.
“Recovering quickly, huh?” [Chaos] raised an eyebrow, patted the dust off his body, and was about to stand up. “After all these years, you’ve certainly improved. If it were that young rookie from four years ago, he would have already been angered to… Poof!!”
Before [Chaos] could finish, a whistling fist smashed hard into His face!
The force of Lin Qiye’s punch slammed [Chaos] directly against the bare wall. His black face instantly distorted, and hideous cracks spread continuously inside the wall.
Several streaks of crimson blood splattered on Lin Qiye’s face, but his eyes showed no fluctuation. Before [Chaos] could say anything, another punch smashed into His eye socket!
Boom boom boom—!!!
The entire ward building shook violently several times. Dust billowed out from inside the room. By now, Room Number Five had been dyed blood red.
The hideous bloodstains were absorbed by the white coat, quickly becoming clean again. Lin Qiye lowered his fists. [Chaos] had collapsed on the ground like a puddle of mud, His twisted mouth still curling upward, His shattered eyeball looking at Lin Qiye with mockery.
“Today’s punches are stronger than usual. What’s wrong? Angry about something?”
“Let me guess… it’s not because of Nyx, is it?”
“That poor woman who lost all her children, that gentle mother who once regarded you as everything… Is she dead? Is she still alive? Where is she now?”
“Who made her suffer so much pain again? Oh, right, Olympus… those damned Greek gods who slaughtered her children, sacrificed her flesh and blood, expelled her from Olympus, and even used dirty, despicable means to leave her fate unknown…”
“Tsk tsk tsk, can you swallow this anger?”
[Chaos]’s voice gradually became shrill. Lin Qiye stood before the pool of blood, his eyes slightly narrowed…
He stared at [Chaos] for a long time before calmly speaking:
“You’re that eager to incite me against Olympus?”
“Incite? No, no, no… I’m just voicing your inner thoughts.” [Chaos] in the blood pool chuckled. “Besides, revenge stories always make one’s blood boil, don’t they?”
“What does it have to do with you?”
Lin Qiye expressionlessly grabbed the Kusanagi Sword from nothingness. With a flash of cold light, the blade had already pierced the heart in the blood pool.
[Chaos]’s body twitched. As the blade twisted, His life force was completely shattered, but that dark face still retained a faint smile.
Lin Qiye glanced at [Chaos]’s corpse, pulled out the Kusanagi Sword, wiped the blood off with his white coat, and turned to walk out of the room.
Bright sunlight fell across the empty courtyard, and the verdant lawn swayed gently in the wind.
The bloodstains on Lin Qiye had been completely absorbed by the white coat. He stood alone on the green lawn, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled… Light flickered in his eyes as he pondered something unknown.
After some time, he looked back.
In front of Room Number Five of the ward, a completely intact [Chaos] wearing a patient gown enthusiastically waved at him.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed as he murmured:
“Still can’t kill Him… How exactly does He do it?”