I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 1181 The Key to Going Home

Lin Qiye remembered that Gilgamesh had told him that fighting could keep him awake.

Now it seemed that what could keep him awake might not just be fighting… more importantly, it was pain.

In a situation where memories were tampered with and it was impossible to distinguish between false and reality, pain became the “anchor” that fixed Gilgamesh’s consciousness, able to pull him out of illusory memories and back to reality.

“Gilgamesh,” Lin Qiye said in a deep voice, “what just happened?”

Gilgamesh slowly crawled out of the deep crater in the ground, his gray robe covered in dust. He looked down at his hands, pain flashing in his eyes:

“I… I saw the people of Uruk again.”

“The people of Uruk?” Lin Qiye was startled, “What were they doing?”

“…Being slaughtered.”

Gilgamesh took a deep breath, “The gods and monsters of the Sumerian system rushed into the city from all directions, madly killing the people of Uruk. I was fighting one of the gods, but somehow couldn’t defeat him…”

Lin Qiye turned to look at Sun Wukong.

In Gilgamesh’s confused memories, he was battling a deity from the Sumerian pantheon, but in reality, he was fighting Sun Wukong.

It seemed that his false memories corresponded to his actual movements in the real world?

Sun Wukong gazed at Gilgamesh with complex eyes for a long time, then said flatly:

“If you want to fight in the future, you can call me anytime.”

After speaking, he gave Lin Qiye a look and turned to walk out of the courtyard.

Lin Qiye understood his meaning and followed him.

Bragi, holding his harp, pondered for a moment, then turned to Gilgamesh and said seriously:

“If you want to fight, don’t look for me, since even ten of me combined couldn’t beat you… but if you want someone to talk to, I’m available anytime.”

Gilgamesh silently watched him and the two departing figures, his eyes showing complex emotions.

…

Lin Qiye and Sun Wukong walked to the second floor of the ward. The latter glanced at Bragi and Gilgamesh below and took the initiative to say:

“His condition isn’t good. The time left for you might not be much.”

Hearing this, Lin Qiye froze.

“What do you mean?”

“These past few days, every time I fought with him, I could feel his condition getting worse. This complete loss of control might be a sign, indicating that whatever is manipulating his memories from the outside has broken through some boundary and is gradually affecting his behavior.”

“After the first time, his episodes of losing control will only increase in number and frequency.

If this continues, he will either go mad from being completely trapped in confused memories, or he will start self-harming or even attempt suicide in an effort to maintain his sanity…”

Hearing these words, Lin Qiye’s expression visibly darkened.

Sun Wukong’s warnings were things he had considered, but in his estimation, the worst case would only be the treatment progress returning to 0%, reverting to the state when Gilgamesh first left the ward.

But this situation was different.

If someone was truly manipulating Gilgamesh’s memories from the outside, the deterioration could far exceed his imagination, possibly becoming even worse than when he left the ward. The treatment progress could drop below 0%, becoming negative.

“I understand,” Lin Qiye nodded solemnly, “I will quickly identify the source of Gilgamesh’s condition and eliminate it.”

Sun Wukong nodded slightly, “Being able to control a god’s memories, this matter definitely won’t be simple… be careful yourself.”

“Yes.”

…

Lin Qiye’s consciousness returned from the hospital, and he immediately sat up in bed.

He lowered his head in thought for a moment, got dressed, and quickly left his room, heading straight to Ji Nian’s door and knocking.

Knock knock knock—!

“Tch, who is it? In the middle of the night.”

A voice came from behind the door, followed by the sound of slippers sliding across the floor.

Creak.

The door opened, and Ji Nian stood there in brown fluffy pajamas, looking thoroughly annoyed.

After leaving Da Xia, Ji Nian had restored her hair to silver-white, which hung messily down to her waist. She wore round black-framed glasses on her nose, giving her a scholarly air quite different from her daytime persona when she was tinkering with motorcycle modifications.

“It’s you?” Ji Nian glanced at Lin Qiye and said irritably, “Do you know what time it is?”

“I do,” Lin Qiye nodded and said seriously, “But I have something important to ask you.”

“Something important?”

Ji Nian looked at his eyes suspiciously, and after confirming he wasn’t joking, she silently wrapped her fluffy pajamas tighter around herself and turned to walk into the room.

“Change your shoes and come in… don’t close the door completely, leave a gap. Otherwise, a man and woman alone in a room in the middle of the night, who knows what rumors might spread…”

Lin Qiye smiled wryly as he changed into slippers and entered Ji Nian’s room.

The warm-colored light cast a halo, illuminating one corner of the room. The central desk was piled with heavy books, and scattered on the desktop were several draft papers with ink not yet dry, filled with complex formulas that Lin Qiye couldn’t understand.

“Introduction to Plasma Physics,” “Principles of Nuclear Fusion,” “Deep Investigation of Atomic Motion Trajectories in Critical States”…

“So late, and you’re still studying?” Lin Qiye asked in surprise.

Ji Nian walked behind the desk and sat down. Her silver-white hair looked like a golden waterfall in the warm light. She took off her round-framed glasses and tiredly rubbed the corners of her eyes:

“If I don’t study, how can I get stronger?”

“You’re already at the human ceiling, how much stronger do you want to be?”

“…It’s not enough.” Ji Nian shook her head slightly, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes. “I’m still far from where I need to be.”

Lin Qiye asked puzzledly, “This isn’t enough? Do you want to break through to godhood? Even so, why such urgency… what do you want to do?”

Ji Nian didn’t answer. She just gently rubbed the back of her hand, and after a long while, slowly said:

“I want… to go home.”

“Go home? Where is your home?”

“Where your hospital comes from, that’s where my home is.”

Lin Qiye’s pupils contracted slightly. He asked in shock: “You and the Divine Mental Hospital come from the same place?”

“Otherwise, why do you think I appeared in that hospital, traveling with it through the mist?” Ji Nian leaned back in her chair and sighed, “Originally, I fell into this world together with it…”

Lin Qiye stared into Ji Nian’s eyes, taking a moment to process this. “I see… no wonder your Jinhu is so special, and you have so many strange talents.”

Ji Nian smiled and raised the back of her hand, gazing at the complex pattern formed by interwoven pixels.

“This isn’t a Jinhu… In my world, this thing is called a [Ye Pattern], though in terms of how the ability manifests, it’s very similar to your Jinhu.”

She looked up at Lin Qiye and said solemnly:

“Your hospital is far more magical than you imagine. It carried me to this world, and perhaps it can also take me away from here…

Lin Qiye, you are the key to my return home.”

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