Chapter 121
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Chapter 121: Unconventional Approaches
Lin Qingliu experienced for the first time what a stubborn ailment truly meant.
Conventional psychological treatment requires communication, but the other person’s silence served as the perfect defense, neutralizing Lin Qingliu’s frequent attempts.
With conventional methods failing, Lin Qingliu activated plan B: preaching.
His current goal was simple; as long as the person spoke, he would have a way to address their issues.
Preaching did not mean bestowing divine enlightenment; Lin Qingliu had already moved past the stage of starting from scratch. His requirements for followers would only become stricter from here on.
The person in front of him was merely his patient, not a potential candidate for development.
Looking at the unresponsive patient, Lin Qingliu gently asked,
"Have you heard of God?"
The patient still did not respond.
So Lin Qingliu began to ramble on about the same stories he had shared with Wang Xiao and El before.
In short, it was a blend of various creation myths.
As Lin Qingliu continued to speak, he felt that the patient was indeed reacting.
However, it was not a positive response.
The patient’s gaze visibly turned fierce, as if trying to suppress something within.
Finally, when Lin Qingliu finished his last sentence, the patient finally spoke. This should have been a good sign, but it did not sound that way.
"Are you saying that this world was created by God?"
Lin Qingliu nodded, sensing the strong aura from the patient that made him a bit cautious.
"So, if that’s the case, the extraordinary beasts were also created by God?"
Lin Qingliu was shocked.
Someone found a bug in the narrative!
"No, you can’t put it that way…"
Dr. Lin fell into silence for a moment.
To be honest, this was indeed a question.
As an experienced writer, Lin Qingliu knew that flaws in the setting are normal.
But why had it only been discovered now?
He carefully recalled his previous preaching experiences and suddenly realized that the past cases weren’t classic enough.
Wang Xiao had shown obvious self-destructive tendencies;
Zhuang Mian had recently recovered from serious injuries and had willingly listened attentively;
As for El, being semi-illiterate, it was normal for him not to catch this.
The most important point was that they had only heard his earlier statement after receiving divine enlightenment, so they were already wearing glasses of trust.
Looking into the patient’s searching eyes, Lin Qingliu shrugged:
"Thank you for your feedback. This is a critical bug, and in the next version, the deity does not plan to create the world.
As a lucky player, you will receive a special benefit of memory erasure."
After saying this, he snapped his fingers, completely ignoring the patient’s puzzled expression, and led them into the dream.
Unlike before, this time Lin Qingliu chose to take control and construct the dream himself, aiming for the best therapeutic effect.
Layers of seats appeared on the steps, and a gigantic silver screen unfurled.
In the grand theater built by his mind, he and the patient sat in the center.
"What is this?"
"This is a cinema. Anyway, you’ll forget it after you step out, so how about some popcorn?"
Dishes the patient had never seen appeared one after another, with flavors and textures entirely from Lin Qingliu’s memory.
At this moment, the patient had entered a hypnotized state, their ability to discern and think had diminished.
Lin Qingliu timely asked about their mental knots, and the patient’s expression gradually became vacant.
It was as if he had entered a dream within a dream, and on the large screen ahead, a first-person perspective image appeared:
A rain of bullets mixed with tracer rounds rained down on a horde of beasts as soldiers roared ferociously, finally pushing back an unknown number of waves of beast tide.
Just as everyone was about to enjoy a hard-earned moment of respite, a new command suddenly came through.
Everyone turned to the back, holding their guns and ammunition boxes, while the rest of the soldiers filled in the gaps they left behind.
Looking down from the other end of the city wall, the soldiers saw hundreds and thousands of Infected.
"City defense officer, this…"
"No need to think, obey the command!"
The city defense officer did not provide much explanation, but he himself gritted his teeth, as if overcoming some physiological impulse.
The surge of people grew closer, pushing and squeezing toward them…
"When they reach the second platform, open fire."
The city defense officer’s tone became resolute.
He aimed to reassure the soldiers who were nearly clueless about the situation in his own way.
At the same time, he planned to bear their mental burdens.
Soldiers on the battlefield often lean towards blind obedience, and at this moment, any command would bring them a sense of security, right or wrong.
Seeing the Infected swarm forward, the city defense officer knew the situation could no longer be delayed.
"Open fire!"
With his roar, bullets that should have been shot into extraordinary beasts were instead aimed at the Infected.
No one wanted to make such a decision; no one wanted to fire at their former compatriots.
But there was no way around it.
The city wall was the most crucial line of defense; even a handful of extraordinary beasts could cause tremendous destruction if they entered the city.
Even a First Level extraordinary beast would begin to feast like a tiger among sheep when faced with unarmed civilians.
On the other side, the beast tide launched another attack, while on this side of the wall, the soldiers finally endured immense pain and began to unleash bullets.
The Infected drooled with discolored saliva, their pupils seemed to contain a writhing black mass.
Bullets hit them, bursting into showers of blood.
In the crowd, Lin Qingliu saw the patient’s memory fixate rapidly on a particularly young-looking Infected.
The person’s youthful face bore ignorance and madness.
The patient gazed at that face, frozen, until the young figure collapsed in the tide of Infected.
Then, he felt a crushing pain in his chest, as if he were there in person.
Lin Qingliu leaned back, allowing the soft chair he had constructed to cradle his body.
"Sigh, if only the world were at peace."
Having been in this world for so long, Lin Qingliu felt a sense of oppression.
Even as a reserve deity, it was the same.
Compared to the safety and stability of his past life, Lin Qingliu felt an overwhelming despair in this world.
After all, in his hometown, dying was difficult unless through rare strokes of luck.
But here…
He knew that the unity humans displayed in adversity was unimaginable, yet just as a spring has limits to its elasticity, prolonged pressure can indeed lead some people to collapse.
He understood the core of the patient’s dilemma; the family he fought for had encountered a sudden crisis and could not wait for the blood rain to fall.
In the end, it was the Young Man himself who concluded the life of that youth.
At this moment, who fired that bullet no longer mattered; in the patient’s eyes, even if he hadn’t pulled the trigger, that bullet was seen as shot by him."
