Chapter 900
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Chapter 900 Bragi’s Troubles
He sensed the aura of the red moon on this monster’s corpse.
Violent, frenzied, intelligence-reducing… Wang Mian couldn’t be mistaken. He had just risked everything to escape from that fishing village, and the impression of that red moon was too deep. Moreover, the red moon’s aura on this monster before him was far more intense than that in the fishing village!
Wang Mian thought everything was over after leaving that fishing village, but he never imagined that ocean currents had carried him to Japan’s “human circle” thousands of miles away, where he would discover the red moon’s aura again!
Was it coincidence?
Or…
Wang Mian stared at the monster’s corpse, his face extremely gloomy.
“Who are you?” Yuzuri Takashiro looked at the void above Wang Mian’s head and asked coldly.
Yuzuri Nana saw Wang Mian and showed surprise in her eyes. She tugged at Yuzuri Takashiro’s clothes and explained, “I found him at the cliff today. He’s also from Da Xia and knows Brother Qiye!”
Hearing this, Yuzuri Takashiro’s expression softened slightly, but vigilance remained hidden in the depths of his eyes.
“Where did this monster come from?” Wang Mian looked down at the monster’s corpse and asked in broken Japanese, his expression extremely serious.
“Corpse beast?” Yuzuri Nana glanced at the monster and shook her head, “We don’t know where they come from… anyway, these things have been appearing frequently across Japan lately, and both their frequency and numbers are increasing.”
Not just one?
Wang Mian’s brow furrowed even more.
“When did it start?”
“Just recently… a few days after Brother Qiye and others returned to their country, the first one appeared,” Yuzuri Nana answered thoughtfully.
Wang Mian looked up at the sky, where under the azure blue, a faint moon shadow hung in the clouds, without any red tinge… This was a normal moon.
Strange, there’s no red moon here, so why are monsters with red moon’s aura appearing?
Where do they come from?
…
Divine Gods Mental Hospital.
Lin Qiye walked out of the office holding a steaming cup of tea, leaned against the corridor, and watched the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh in the courtyard.
The revived whale was still traveling in the deep sea, with no knowing when it would reach its destination. Jia Lan was still unconscious, and Merlin was resting with his eyes closed. With nothing to do, Lin Qiye returned to the Divine Gods Mental Hospital to pass time.
As Merlin had said, after he left, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh still maintained Merlin’s schedule with perfect coordination – going out on time, drinking on time, fighting on time, and finishing on time… Those who knew understood they were patients here, those who didn’t might think this was some strictly managed military prison.
While Lin Qiye was watching the intense battle in the courtyard, his peripheral vision caught something. After hesitating for a moment, he walked with his teacup to the steps nearby.
Bragi was sitting there alone, supporting his head, staring ahead lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Lin Qiye patted his shoulder and sat down beside him.
“Director…” Bragi saw Lin Qiye and sighed dejectedly.
He glanced at the two figures emanating killing intent in the courtyard and said, “Uncle Merlin left, and I feel… I’m the only normal person left in this hospital.”
“…”
Lin Qiye didn’t know how to explain to Bragi that, in some sense, he wasn’t exactly normal either…
“Actually, you could try to integrate with them,” Lin Qiye suggested after some hesitation.
Bragi looked at them with a strange expression, “I can’t fight, how can I get along with them? Besides, they all have bad tempers. Now that Uncle Merlin is gone, if they get violent one day and want to vent their anger by beating me, I won’t even be able to protect myself…”
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched, “They’re patients like you, not bandits. How could they beat you up for no reason?”
However, hearing these words made Lin Qiye somewhat emotional.
Now that Nyx and Merlin had been discharged, Bragi staying with Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh was like a helpless sheep mixed in with a wolf pack, watching two fierce wolves fight each other daily. It’s no wonder his mental state would become depressed…
Just as Lin Qiye thought of this, the progress bar above Bragi’s head jumped – but this time not forward, but… backward.
“Bragi Treatment Progress: 74%”
The treatment progress dropped from 75% back to 74%.
Looking at Bragi’s melancholic face, Lin Qiye’s expression darkened.
Good grief, of all the mental patients I’ve treated, this is the first time I’ve seen a progress bar that can move backward! And for such a ridiculous reason!
At this rate, the treatment progress Bragi had built up with such difficulty would probably drop back down in a few months…
No, absolutely not!
Lin Qiye’s brain started working at high speed.
In the distant courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who were fighting earth-shatteringly, glanced at the time on the wall. The Golden Cudgel and Sword of Divine Authority clashed one more time, and under the surging airflow, both retreated simultaneously, tacitly stopping their attacks.
After their arrogant and majestic gazes friction in the air for a moment, both showed disdainful expressions on their faces and walked out of the courtyard without looking back.
They hadn’t walked a few steps when a pair of hands landed on their shoulders.
Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh turned their heads simultaneously to see Lin Qiye’s serious and earnest face as he slowly said to them:
“You two come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you.”
…
Bragi watched the three people whispering in the distance. He saw Lin Qiye saying something, and Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh’s expressions became strange, their gazes occasionally drifting to him…
Bragi couldn’t help but shudder.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up from the steps, somewhat panicked, left the courtyard area, and walked straight back to his second-floor ward, closing the door behind him.
Looking at the empty room, Bragi let out a long sigh and sat down at his desk.
He took out pen and paper from the drawer and began writing earnestly:
“My beloved Eden:
As I mentioned in my last letter, the senior who lived next door to me has left. He was someone I greatly admired – wise, powerful, and always so calm and reliable.
After he left, I feel somewhat awkward here, like I can’t integrate into this place anymore…”
Bragi wrote three pages of letter seriously, adding as usual at the end, “I miss you so much, when will we be able to reunite?”
He put the letter into an envelope, placed it in the mailbox at the corner of the desk, and sat alone in his chair, lost in thought.
