I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 981 Her Dream

Wang Mian stood frozen in place.

“If I could, I would want to save them more than you do,” the elderly Wang Mian continued, “In my timeline, everything was not as you see it now.

More than fifty years ago, the contaminated Mad Gods burst out of Takamagahara, becoming a catastrophe that struck Daxia. The Seraph Michael intervened from the Moon, slaying some Mad Gods. Even with Chronos’s resistance, although this Mad God catastrophe didn’t destroy Daxia, it severely wounded the nation.

In that catastrophe, almost all human powerhouses of that era died in battle, countless Night Watchers were killed or injured, and Daxia’s coastal regions suffered heavy damage that hadn’t recovered even decades later.

In that timeline, due to the chain reaction of the catastrophe, Daxia never had the Sword Immortal Zhou Ping or Lu Wuwei… only three human powerhouses remained to guard Daxia.

Ten years ago, when Loki and Gaia invaded Daxia, the three human powerhouses failed to stop them, allowing them to steal [Shiva’s Grudge] and destroy several cities. Two years ago, Egypt’s Nine Pillars successfully seized Fengdu, preventing the return of Daxia’s gods…

In that timeline, Daxia was always in an extremely passive position, leading to its eventual defeat in the full-scale divine war.

And all of this stemmed from that catastrophe.”

Several bursts of blood mist erupted from the elderly Wang Mian’s body, turning into white threads that scattered away, but this time, his time reversal couldn’t restore all his flesh, making his form slightly transparent.

He closed his eyes, remained silent for a moment, then continued:

“Fortunately, I eventually became the new God of Time. Standing on Daxia’s ruins, I decided to use my limited lifespan to change this history…

Now, I’ve done it.

I’ve completely overturned the timeline, bearing all the power of causality upon myself. Daxia is moving toward a new future, and perhaps this time… we won’t lose.

Unfortunately, I no longer have time to save them…”

Wang Mian fell silent.

Bang bang bang-!

Several bursts of blood mist exploded from the elderly Wang Mian’s body. He slowly opened his eyes, those weathered eyes no longer showing the reversed time circle shadows. The blood mist from his body turned into strands of white threads, dissipating into the sky.

“I changed Daxia’s fate, but I failed only you,” the elderly Wang Mian looked into his eyes, “So, I came to apologize.”

“You don’t need to apologize.”

Wang Mian calmly spoke, “You’re just the God of Time, not omnipotent. You’ve already changed Daxia’s fate, just couldn’t change their fate… you’ve done your best.”

Hearing these words, the wrinkled face of the elderly Wang Mian finally showed unprecedented relief. This Time God who had single-handedly changed Daxia’s history finally felt the last knot in his heart slowly unravel.

Consecutive bursts of blood mist exploded, making the elderly Wang Mian’s form increasingly transparent. He looked down at his body and smiled with acceptance.

He looked at Wang Mian.

“My time laws come from the future and don’t belong to this spacetime. After I dissolve, they will automatically return to the river of time, so I can’t leave them to you… But don’t worry too much about the laws, becoming the God of Time is your destiny. When the time is right, the opportunity for godhood will appear naturally.”

The elderly Wang Mian sat in the lonely boat, his figure in the dark gray cloak turning into countless white threads, scattering toward the sky.

“My war with time has ended,

From now on,

It’s all up to you…”

As the last words drifted in the mist, a lonely boat floated alone among the waves.

Wang Mian stood on that sea surface, motionless like a statue.

…

On the Somersault Cloud.

The members of [Nightfall] sat on the cloud, looking down at the sea and mist below, chatting casually.

At the back of the cloud, a white-haired youth quietly sat there, looking back at the gradually disappearing land contours on the horizon, his cross-starred eyes flickering with confusion and loneliness, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye walked over and sat beside him, and after a moment of silence, he unfastened [Divine Catastrophe] from his waist.

“Longbai, I’m returning the sword to you.”

Yuzuri Longbai was startled, “Brother Qiye, aren’t you keeping this sword?”

“This sword’s power is too strong, I can hardly control it, and it would be wasted staying with me,” Lin Qiye smiled slightly, “Moreover, only by staying with you will your sister feel at ease…”

With Lin Qiye’s current body, forcefully using [Divine Catastrophe] would only allow him two strikes at most, but in Yuzuri Longbai’s hands, it could display extremely terrifying power. Since Yuzuri Longbai was going to be taken back to Daxia anyway, it was most appropriate for the sword to remain in his hands.

Most importantly, [Divine Catastrophe] wasn’t just a divine artifact… it carried Yuzuri Nai’s soul.

Lin Qiye couldn’t possibly separate the Yuzuri siblings just for this sword.

Moreover, Yuzuri Longbai was about to head to Daxia, a completely unfamiliar country to him. This thirteen or fourteen-year-old child would surely feel lonely and lost, so having Yuzuri Nai accompany him would be a good thing.

After hesitating for a moment, Yuzuri Longbai nodded and gently held [Divine Catastrophe] in his arms.

“Brother Qiye, did you see my sister?” Yuzuri Longbai asked, as if remembering something.

“Yes,” Lin Qiye nodded, “Don’t be too sad, she’s just become a soul form, she hasn’t truly died.”

“I know.”

Yuzuri Longbai smiled, “Sister must have been very excited to see you, right? During this time, she was looking forward to your return every day. Back in the ‘Human Circle’, she bought an entire coastline just to wait for you there frequently…

Oh right, sister also built a huge club for you, right across from our house. Brother Qiye, if you saw it, you’d definitely be surprised!

Sister also said that after you returned to Japan, she wanted to dance with you there, and open ten champagne towers for you, making you Japan’s top host…”

Yuzuri Longbai gazed at the fading land silhouette in the mist, as if reminiscing about something, his lips curling slightly upward.

Lin Qiye froze beside him.

As if remembering something, he suddenly sat up on the Somersault Cloud.

“Longbai, perhaps I need to borrow that sword one more time,” Lin Qiye said seriously.

Yuzuri Longbai was startled but handed [Divine Catastrophe] to Lin Qiye without hesitation, asking puzzled: “Brother Qiye, what are you going to do?”

Lin Qiye looked at the black and gold sword in his hand, complex emotions appearing in his eyes.

“I still owe your sister a dream…”

…

In the sword’s world.

Towering buildings stood under the night sky, bright lights like brilliant stars illuminating a corner of the sky.

In this modern city created by divine power, completely replicating Japan’s original appearance, on a bustling street in Tokyo, a magnificent host club had already hung up its closed sign.

The black and gold luxurious hall was now empty and quiet, with only the mirror-like clean black tiles silently reflecting the stars and lights from outside the windows.

In the lonely hall, only a girl wearing a black cherry blossom kimono sat quietly in a chair, resting her head while gazing out at the night scene, as if lost in thought.

She was the god of this world.

A god with worries, longings, and attachments.

After who knows how long, the girl sighed softly, stood up from her chair, and walked through the black and gold hall toward the door.

Creak-!

Before the girl reached the door, that tightly closed door slowly opened.

Starlight and lamplight poured in from outside, spreading throughout the hall, and a young man wearing a black sequined suit walked in from outside.

The girl froze in place.

When she saw his face, her eyes quickly brightened, more dazzling than the stars in the sky.

That young man walked through the black and gold corridor, stood before the girl, elegantly extended his hand, and smiled at her.

“Miss Yuzuri, may I have the honor of this dance?”

…

Volume Three, “City of Ultimate Evil”, Complete.