Chapter 1192
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Chapter 1192 Mysterious and Confusing
As the Golden Cudgel of Sun Wukong continued to fall, the rumbling in the courtyard gradually subsided.
As the billowing dust cleared, Gilgamesh lay on his back covered in wounds, his expression twisted in struggle. After a long while, his clouded eyes finally regained clarity.
He stared blankly at the Golden Cudgel suspended above his nose, slowly closed his eyes, looking utterly haggard.
“Are you awake now?” Sun Wukong asked coldly, gripping his Golden Cudgel.
“…Yes.”
Gilgamesh answered weakly.
Sun Wukong put away his Golden Cudgel and pulled him up from the ground. At that moment, Bragi, still wearing his pajamas and nightcap, hurriedly arrived:
“What happened? Why are you fighting in the middle of the night… and why didn’t you call me to provide accompaniment?”
Ignoring Bragi, Gilgamesh rubbed his nose bridge and spoke hoarsely, “So, the poisoner I just caught…”
“Was a caretaker.”
Lin Qiye walked up to Gilgamesh with Li Yifei, looking at him with complex emotions in his eyes. “If I had arrived any later, there might have been casualties in this hospital.”
Gilgamesh stared blankly at the scratch marks on Li Yifei and Little Raccoon’s necks, guilt appearing in his eyes:
“This incident was the king’s…”
“It’s fine.” Li Yifei waved dismissively. “You’re a patient, it’s understandable.”
This time, Gilgamesh unusually didn’t reject the title of “patient.” He just lowered his head in silence for a long while before looking at Sun Wukong:
“Can you help me with something?”
“Speak.”
“Restrain me.”
Sun Wukong frowned slightly without speaking.
“I’m falling into hallucinations for longer periods. If this continues, I’ll eventually be unable to distinguish reality from illusion,” Gilgamesh slowly explained. “Restraining me is better for everyone.”
Sun Wukong turned to look at Lin Qiye.
As everyone’s attending physician, Lin Qiye had the most authority to decide how to handle Gilgamesh.
Looking at Gilgamesh’s exhausted eyes, Lin Qiye remained silent for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”
For someone as proud as Gilgamesh to be tormented to this state, even voluntarily asking to be restrained, it proved how unbearable those false memories were for him…
Restraining his body might, to some extent, reduce his mental burden and ensure the safety of other caretakers in the hospital.
Lin Qiye raised his hand, and darkness seeped into the surrounding building walls. Special steel reinforcements were extracted, quickly folding into a heavy black throne that stood in the center of the courtyard.
Gilgamesh, wearing a gray robe, gazed at the black throne with bitterness in his smile:
“Does a Mad King… deserve a throne?”
He slowly walked forward and sat down on the black throne, placing his hands calmly on the armrests.
As Lin Qiye’s fingertips moved slightly, dozens of black chains extended from the chair back, firmly binding him to the throne, preventing any movement.
This black throne was constructed from the building materials of the Divine Mental Hospital. Though not indestructible, it was sufficient to temporarily restrict Gilgamesh’s movements.
On the throne, Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into slumber.
Outside the courtyard, Lin Qiye heaved a long sigh.
“I’ll keep an eye on him from now on,” Sun Wukong said, his eyes fixed on the black throne.
“And me!” Bragi immediately raised his hand. “From now on, I’ll practice my instrument in front of him every day. He can’t escape anyway.”
Lin Qiye smiled helplessly. “Then I’ll leave him in your care.”
Sun Wukong nodded and was about to leave when he seemed to notice something and let out a soft exclamation.
He raised his head, looking above himself as if something was there.
“Sun Wukong Treatment Progress: 95%”
Standing beside him, Lin Qiye witnessed Sun Wukong’s progress bar jump forward one notch, and immediately asked excitedly:
“Brother Monkey, can you see the progress bar now?”
“Yes.” Sun Wukong examined the progress bar above his head for a moment, then looked around. “Like Nyx and old man Merlin, I can also share your vision.”
“Can you see where I am?”
“In the central hall of an abandoned palace, surrounded by many people wearing black robes… are they all divine proxies?”
Sun Wukong’s gaze fixed on a certain empty space before him, golden light flickering in the depths of his eyes.
“I’m attending a proxy gathering,” Lin Qiye nodded. “It’s about to begin. I need to go out for a while.”
With those words, Lin Qiye was about to turn and leave.
“Wait.”
Sun Wukong’s voice suddenly came.
Lin Qiye paused and looked back.
Sun Wukong was staring intently at that empty space, his brows furrowing deeper, the golden light in his eyes growing stronger!
“Something’s wrong. They’re not all proxies…” he narrowed his eyes and said gravely,
“Among these proxies, there are actual deities.”
Lin Qiye’s pupils contracted sharply.
…
Central Hall.
Lin Qiye suddenly opened his eyes, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
“What’s wrong?” He Lin, sitting beside him, sensed Lin Qiye’s emotional change and asked with confusion.
“Something’s not right… there are deities who have infiltrated this place,” Lin Qiye said in a lowered voice, his eyes scanning the hall, his expression extremely grave.
“What?!”
He Lin was startled. “How is that possible…”
“Of course it’s possible.” In Lin Qiye’s mind, he recalled the scene when they first entered. “Number 01 at the entrance only checked for the presence of a divine void to identify proxies… but having a divine void doesn’t necessarily mean one is a divine proxy – it could also be an actual deity.
But we can’t blame them. After all, who would have thought that a small proxy gathering would attract actual deities to infiltrate?
What is their purpose?”
Before leaving the hospital, Sun Wukong had used his Fiery Eyes of Truth to identify all the deities who had infiltrated the gathering. There were three in total, with hat brim numbers 03, 04, and 27.
Lin Qiye scanned the crowd and immediately locked onto those three figures. Sure enough, as he had suspected, these were the ones who had detected his mental power probing and blocked it.
They all sat in the farthest corner of the hall, like inconspicuous bystanders, heads lowered, their hoods completely concealing their features.
“This gathering seems unusual,” He Lin said quietly. “Should we leave?”
“…No.”
Lin Qiye rejected the suggestion without hesitation. “If we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will come.”
Whether it was finding Zhou Ping or investigating the cause of Gilgamesh’s condition, both were urgent matters. Leaving now would make finding clues to these two issues in the foggy mystery like searching for a needle in the ocean.
Dong—Dong—Dong!
As the two were conversing, the ancient pendulum emitted dull striking sounds. Everyone slightly raised their heads to look forward.
Number 01, who had been waiting outside, had already silently entered the hall.
