I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 1003: Bragi Gets Dragged Away

BOOM–!!

Dozens of orderlies shot out simultaneously, colliding with the incoming “Mysteries,” and an earth-shattering “Mystery” battle erupted.

Lin Qiye, wearing a cloak, quietly gazed at the battlefield. At this moment, his demeanor was no longer that of a hospital director, but rather like a gang leader bringing his crew to a street fight.

“Instructor Lin!”

“Lord Qiye!”

Upon seeing his figure, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo’s eyes lit up simultaneously as they excitedly called out.

Lin Qiye gave a slight nod, his gaze falling on Fang Mo’s wound that was being bandaged. The bleeding had mostly subsided, and with a bit more time, it should stop completely.

Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to say something, when his gaze suddenly sharpened, and he swiftly grabbed the white cat Fang Mo, rapidly retreating backward!

In the sky above the mountain, a pencil instantly pierced through kilometers of void at a speed impossible for the naked eye to capture, passing through where Fang Mo had been lying. Several seconds after the pencil’s body had passed, a deafening sonic boom finally exploded in the air.

If Lin Qiye had been even slightly slower, Fang Mo would have become a shredded dead cat.

The massive air wave created by the pencil’s passage sent Li Zhenzhen and Lu Baoyou flying. Lin Qiye held the white cat Fang Mo with one hand, his deep red cloak dancing wildly in the wind as his gaze fell upon the pencil hovering in the void above.

That was…

“Smells good, want to eat… want to eat so badly…”

Spine-chilling whispers came from beside the pencil as the pressure of a “Klein” boundary descended.

Lin Qiye’s expression visibly grew serious.

With his divine void and the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, the supreme divine weapon of Takamagahara behind him, current Lin Qiye could kill even “Klein” level “Mysteries.”

But the problem was that Beijing’s situation was now very special. He couldn’t release any aura while fighting, or Chen Han’s path to kingship would be completely ruined.

Although there were “Klein” level orderlies in the hospital he could use, his current boundary was only “Limitless,” so he couldn’t summon them and could only fight by himself.

A few gleams flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes as he raised his finger, and a brilliant magic circle opened beneath his feet.

The next moment, his form rapidly distorted, transforming into Chen Han wearing a military coat and leather boots.

Transformation magic!

Since he had to join the battle no matter what, Lin Qiye had to completely conceal his own aura, and the best way was to replace it with Chen Han’s own aura fluctuations.

This way, even if he joined the battlefield, other “Mysteries” wouldn’t notice anything unusual. Even if they discovered two Chen Hans appearing at the same time, they would just think it was Chen Han’s special ability, not realizing that one of them wasn’t actually Chen Han.

Lin Qiye put down the white cat Fang Mo and reached into the black box behind him…

Clang–!

With the sound of a sword ring, Lin Qiye gripped the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi, facing off against the Pencil Spirit from afar.

…

Divine Mental Hospital.

Gilgamesh pushed open the door, squinting as he enjoyed the morning sun’s bath, in quite a good mood.

Back in ancient Babylon, one of his greatest pleasures was to face the first ray of dawn, sitting on the highest and most magnificent throne in the entire kingdom, watching the busy citizens working below while enjoying intoxicating wine.

Now, although there was no throne or wine, it was still nice to walk out to meet the first ray of dawn and have those orderlies busily prepare breakfast for him.

His pleasant mood hadn’t lasted long when a dull collision sound came from next door.

Gilgamesh frowned and turned to look.

At the doorway of the neighboring room, an ancient ape was sitting cross-legged on the railing, holding a jar of fruit wine in both hands and drinking deeply.

Streams of liquid dripped along the fur around his mouth onto his cracked kasaya. He wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, smacked his lips, and threw the heavy wine jar onto the corridor floor.

The wine jar rolled to Gilgamesh’s feet.

Gilgamesh’s eyes narrowed.

Bang–!

The wine jar at his feet instantly shattered.

Sun Wukong, sitting on the railing, immediately frowned. He looked back at Gilgamesh and said coldly:

“You’re asking for death?”

“You think you can?” Gilgamesh replied flatly.

The orderlies busy downstairs heard the wine jar shatter on the second floor, were stunned for a moment, then looked at the time and showed expressions of realization.

Oh, it’s time for those two to fight during work…

The orderlies showed expressions of being long used to such scenes and continued with their own work. No one cared about what reason the two upstairs were fighting about today.

Second floor.

Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong’s gazes collided in the air, seemingly about to spark.

As the fighting spirit in their eyes grew more intense, just as Gilgamesh snorted coldly and prepared to make the first move, Sun Wukong seemed to think of something and raised a finger.

“Wait a moment.”

“Hmm?”

Gilgamesh was stunned.

“We’re missing someone.” Sun Wukong’s gaze turned to the neighboring room.

“…Tch, how troublesome.”

Gilgamesh spoke with displeasure.

The two exchanged glances and walked together toward Bragi’s room.

Bang–!!

With a huge sound, the door to Room 3 was forcefully kicked open, and Bragi, who had been having a sweet dream in bed, suddenly woke up!

Seeing Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh standing at the door, he was first stunned, then moved back in terror, stammering:

“What, what do you want?! Don’t touch me… don’t…”

Before Bragi could finish speaking, Sun Wukong walked directly to his front, grabbed his collar, and expressionlessly dragged him toward the door.

“We need some background music for our fight,” he said flatly.

“…”

Bragi: (＃｀д´)ﾉ???

Bragi tried to resist, but Sun Wukong had cast some spell, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free from that monkey-fur-covered hand.

This handsome blonde from Norse mythology, wearing blue and white striped pajamas, was forcefully dragged by Sun Wukong from the second floor all the way to the yard’s edge like a helpless chick, attracting many orderlies to gather and watch during the process.

For a moment, Bragi felt he had completely lost face for all the Norse gods.

With the musician in position, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh stood on opposite sides of the yard, and after a brief pause, they rushed toward each other.

The intense battle between two gods thus erupted!