Chapter 801
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Chapter 801: The Fifth Patient
Lin Qiye looked at the progress bar, and a sudden, inexplicable sense of achievement rose in his heart.
Finally… it has broken through 20%!
Under his persistent efforts to chat and persuade, Sun Wukong, who had initially remained as immovable as a rock and indifferent to others, had finally progressed from occasionally responding to simple conversations, and then using fruit wine as bait, he lured him out of the hospital room…
He was gradually stepping out of that cage.
Although there was still some distance to the next milestone of 50%, as long as he was willing to step out and communicate, Lin Qiye was confident he could resolve its inner turmoil in a short time.
The most difficult step had already been taken; now it depended on Lin Qiye’s ability to understand Sun Wukong’s psychology.
Looking at the figure draped in a cassock sitting on the railing, Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to approach him for a conversation. He could sense that deep sadness and nostalgia were reflected in Sun Wukong’s eyes…
It was better not to disturb him while he was reminiscing about the past; after all, he could already step out of the hospital room, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
Lin Qiye turned and left the large tree.
He walked up to the second floor of the hospital from the other side of the corridor and finally stopped at the door of the fifth patient room.
Upon entering “Wuliang,” Lin Qiye gained the qualification to open the fifth door, behind which was the fifth deity imprisoned in this psychiatric hospital for gods!
Lin Qiye looked up at the top of this patient room, where a plaque symbolizing divine identity was engraved with a golden crown full of cracks.
The crown…
Lin Qiye stared at the plaque, lost in thought.
The crown symbolizes supreme status and absolute kingship.
However, in the mythologies of various nations, there are very few deities associated with kingship. Moreover, crowns are generally used as symbols of identity by earthly emperors; for deities, symbols of supreme status are usually scepters or thrones, making crowns quite rare.
Even if it is a crown… why is it shattered?
The Greek goddess of night, Nyx; the magical god Merlin from English mythology; the god of music and poetry, Bragi, from Norse mythology; the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong, from the Great Xia… If the seven patients in this hospital, as Lin Qiye suspected, are indeed deities from different nations, then the mythological systems available for the last three patient rooms are actually quite limited.
Yet even so, Lin Qiye still had no clue about the deity in this fifth patient room.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Qiye reached for the doorknob of the patient room, and after a moment, he pushed it open with force!
Creak—!
With no resistance, the door to the fifth patient room slowly opened as Lin Qiye pushed it…
Not far away, Sun Wukong, who was staring blankly into the distance at the railing, seemed to sense something and turned his head in this direction, his brows slightly furrowing.
As the door opened, sunlight poured into the room, illuminating the empty space in the center where a man draped in a gray robe sat on a folding chair, motionless like a statue.
The moment a beam of sunlight fell on him, his deep purple eyes slowly opened, and at the same time, an indescribable aura emanated from him!
The dim yellow sunlight cast his shadow against the white wall behind him, the gray robe draped over him like a king seated on a throne at the world’s end…
A proud and lonely king.
At the moment he opened his eyes, Lin Qiye was stunned.
Instinctively, an inexplicable impulse surged in his mind, wanting to kneel on the ground and offer his freedom and life to this ancient king who should not exist in the world.
But the moment this thought appeared, it was suppressed by Lin Qiye. The source of night within him automatically operated, darkening his aura, and a faint imperial aura emanated from his body, diluting the man’s overwhelming presence.
“Mm?”
The man sitting in the folding chair seemed somewhat surprised to see Lin Qiye break free from his aura.
At the same time, within the psychiatric hospital for gods, Merlin and Bragi, who were leisurely playing chess, simultaneously sensed something and turned to look at the second floor of the patient room.
“That is…” Bragi’s brow furrowed slightly.
“It seems that the esteemed director is about to bring us a new neighbor,” Merlin said, gazing through the window on the first floor at the vaguely appearing figure of the man, his eyes flashing with a few glimmers, as if he had glimpsed something through the flow of fateful stars…
“Strange.” Bragi, sensing this aura, asked in confusion, “This seems… to be just a demigod?”
“To be precise, he is two-thirds god and one-third human. He possesses the power and wisdom of a deity but lacks the lifespan of one; he is a god who shares the same lifespan as mortals.” Merlin sighed softly,
“This new neighbor… is also a tragic figure.”
…
Lin Qiye steadied his mind and looked up at the panel floating behind the man.
”
Patient Room No. 5.
Patient: Gilgamesh
Task: Help Gilgamesh treat his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), a portion of Gilgamesh’s abilities can be randomly drawn.
Current treatment progress: 0%
”
Gilgamesh?
Upon seeing this name, Lin Qiye quickly recalled information about this deity.
Gilgamesh is a deity from Sumerian mythology. In the modern world, where the mist has descended, there is very little information about this mythological system, and what Lin Qiye knows is quite limited. He only remembers that Gilgamesh is a half-human, half-god being and the fifth king of Uruk, known as a cruel and evil tyrant.
“Kneel.”
Just as Lin Qiye was pondering, the man in the gray robe sitting in the folding chair spoke淡淡地.
Lin Qiye was taken aback.
Gilgamesh’s purple eyes stared at Lin Qiye, and with an expressionless face, he spoke again: “I command you… to kneel!”
Lin Qiye: …
Is this person sick?
Oh right… he really is sick.
“Why should I kneel?” Lin Qiye asked calmly.
Lin Qiye would not stoop to Gilgamesh’s level; after all, he was a professional psychiatrist. It was most important for him to deduce Gilgamesh’s condition through this dialogue rather than argue with a patient.
“All my subjects should kneel before me when they see me,” Gilgamesh frowned and said, “If you do not kneel, you will die.”
As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Lin Qiye to say anything further, Gilgamesh raised his finger and lightly pointed at Lin Qiye.
In the next moment, a blinding purple light erupted from the patient room, shooting upward at an angle, piercing the sky of the psychiatric hospital for gods!
