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    Chapter 1761 Feeding Medicine

     

    Since [Chaos] was sealed by Lin Qiye in the fifth ward, four years have passed.

    During these four years, Lin Qiye tried countless methods to kill It completely: the Kusanagi Sword, the Power of the Seraph, forbidden spells… But no matter what method he used, [Chaos] would always regenerate afterward, then whisper like a demon in his ear all day, constantly searching for his emotional weak points to create a breakthrough and corrupt his mind.

    Just like when Charles was reporting to him earlier and mentioned the possibility of Nyx’s death, [Chaos] immediately gloated in his ear:

    “Haha, your mother is dead!”

    This perfectly timed remark nearly broke through Lin Qiye’s already anxious and worried state of mind!

    Although these occasional “harassments” could hardly produce a qualitative effect on Lin Qiye’s mental state, during the initial period, he was indeed severely tormented. To outsiders, he even seemed to become somewhat irritable and neurotic, but as he continuously adjusted himself, he gradually got used to it.

    “Qiye, you’re here?”

    Just then, Li Yifei’s surprised voice came from nearby.

    He glanced at the blood on Lin Qiye’s fist, then at [Chaos] in the ward. “Did you kill It today?”

    “I tried… but it still didn’t work.” Lin Qiye shook his head. “Did you give It medicine today?”

    “Not yet, I was just about to.” Li Yifei raised his right hand, tightly gripping a large tea mug that Merlin once used. However, this mug no longer contained tea but was filled with pills and capsules.

    These pills and capsules varied in color and size, and at a rough glance, there were at least a hundred of them, emitting an indescribable smell.

    “This one treats depression, this one treats schizophrenia, this one treats mania, this one treats delusional disorder, this one is for… Huh? What was this one for again?” Li Yifei carefully counted the pills in the mug, then after a moment of confusion, he simply waved his hand and said,

    “Never mind, anyway, once all these drugs are poured into It, It will go crazy even if It isn’t already!”

    Feeding medicine to [Chaos] wasn’t meant to cure It… but to prevent It from being too healthy.

    Since they couldn’t kill [Chaos], they could only approach from another angle, such as loading Its body with large amounts of divine mental drugs. Li Yifei hoped that someday, he could turn this entity that liked to drive others insane into a genuinely mentally ill patient.

    Unfortunately, [Chaos] used some unknown method to resist. Despite Li Yifei’s continuous medication, the treatment progress refused to drop. Four years had passed, and it remained stable at 95%.

    Li Yifei had no other options but to keep increasing the dosage. If the medicines in the prescription couldn’t regenerate, with his feeding method, the half-year supply would have been used up long ago.

    “Aren’t you lonely being alone in this hospital? Why don’t I take you out for a few months of good rest?” Lin Qiye seemed to think of something.

    Li Yifei’s gaze swept across the empty hospital, and he couldn’t help but sigh, “To be honest, since you summoned the other caretakers to the real world to establish the Seventh Secret Department, this hospital has indeed become much quieter… But if I leave, who will watch [Chaos] for you?

    Although it’s quiet, I enjoy drinking tea, sunbathing, and engaging in a battle of wits with that harbinger of death every day. It’s actually quite interesting.”

    Lin Qiye looked at him deeply,

    “Alright… anyway, if you want to go out, just tell me directly.”

    “Don’t worry, come visit me for drinks when you have time!”

    Lin Qiye nodded, and his figure disappeared from the hospital.

    Li Yifei, carrying the mug full of pills, grinned and walked enthusiastically toward the ward:

    “Harbinger of death!! Time for your medicine~~”

    Kunlun Mountains.

    Among the snow-capped peaks, a narrow Buddhist temple stood in the cold wind.

    Judging from the materials, this temple was very new, and the open space in front of the temple had been leveled with cement, appearing to be a structure that had emerged only in the past two years.

    Strangely, there was no Buddha statue inside this temple, only an empty stone platform and two candles flickering in the cold wind.

    A figure wearing a clay-molded kasaya was slowly sweeping away the accumulated snow in front of the door with a broom.

    “By my calculations, it’s about time you arrived.”

    He seemed to sense something, turned his head toward the small path up the mountain, and calmly said.

    Lin Qiye, wearing that deep red cloak, climbed the steps. His gaze swept across the snow-free area in front of the temple, and his eyebrows slightly raised,

    “What, did you sweep the snow for me?”

    “I swept it for the world.”

    Monk Destiny put down the broom and pointed to a black and white checkered chessboard under the eaves, which had been waiting for a long time.

    Lin Qiye sat down by the chessboard with familiarity and began to examine the game.

    After a moment, he slowly spoke:

    “Four years, and you still haven’t answered my question.”

    “What?”

    “Now, how great are humanity’s chances of winning in this chess game?”

    Monk Destiny sat down opposite Lin Qiye and was about to reach for a chess piece when he heard this question. His finger paused slightly.

    But then, he pretended not to hear and placed a piece on the board.

    Lin Qiye stared into his eyes and continued to press: “Four years ago, we had already killed five K-system deities, sealed [Chaos], one of the Three Pillar Gods, suppressed the lunar unrest, and established the Eternal Heaven… After all that, how much has humanity’s win rate increased?”

    Monk Destiny shook his head, “I can’t tell you yet.”

    “Why?”

    “There is no why… When it’s time to tell, I will certainly tell you.”

    Seeing this, Lin Qiye stopped asking and silently took a chess piece from the board to play against Monk Destiny.

    After some time, Monk Destiny spoke first:

    “So, what brings you to me this time?”

    “Didn’t you calculate that already?”

    “?”

    “You calculated that I would come, don’t you know why I’m here?”

    “…I sweep this snow every day, and this chess set… I left it here myself last night.” Monk Destiny said truthfully.

    “…So you didn’t know I was coming at all?”

    “I can calculate cause and effect and predict the mysteries of heaven, but that doesn’t mean I’m a worm in your belly. We are no longer one entity.”

    “…”

    Lin Qiye glanced at him helplessly. So I’ve been going back and forth with you all this time, and you were just pretending?

    “Nyx’s whereabouts still haven’t been found. I’m worried her situation… isn’t good.”

    Monk Destiny placed a piece, “No visible cause and effect, no heavenly mystery… Her situation is indeed special, but shouldn’t Lu Wuwei’s ability be able to track her?”

    “He says he can, but his little electric scooter can’t go everywhere, especially to a place that can trap even the highest gods.”

    Monk Destiny looked up at him,

    “You want to go yourself?”

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