# 1002
Chapter 1003: Bragi Being Dragged Away
Boom—!!
Dozens of orderlies simultaneously launched themselves, crashing into the continuous waves of "Mysteries" that surged forth. An earth-shaking "Mystery" melee erupted in an instant.
Lin Qiye, draped in his cloak, stood quietly observing the battlefield. In that moment, his demeanor was no longer that of a hospital director, but rather like a mafia boss leading a gang of thugs into a brawl.
"Commander Lin!"
"Lord Qiye!"
Upon seeing his figure, Li Zhenzhen and Fang Mo's eyes both lit up, speaking激动ly in unison.
Lin Qiye hummed in acknowledgment, his gaze falling on Fang Mo's bandaged wounds. By now, the bleeding had slowed considerably—given more time, it should stop completely.
Lin Qiye opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly his expression hardened. He swiftly reached out and grabbed the white cat Fang Mo, retreating rapidly!
Above the mountains and forest, a pencil pierced through kilometers of emptiness in an instant, moving at a speed the naked eye couldn't possibly track, passing through the spot where Fang Mo had been lying. It wasn't until several seconds after the pencil's body had already passed that the ear-piercing sonic boom finally thundered through the air.
Had Lin Qiye's reflexes been even slightly slower, Fang Mo would have been reduced to shredded flesh.
The shockwave from the pencil slicing through the air knocked Li Zhenzhen and Lu Baoyou airborne. Lin Qiye gripped the white cat Fang Mo in one hand, his deep crimson cloak billowing wildly in the wind. His gaze fixed upon the pencil hovering in the虚空 above his head.
That was...
"So fragrant... so delicious... so, so want to eat..."
An unsettling whisper emanated from beside the pencil, and the crushing pressure of the "Klein" realm descended.
Lin Qiye's expression noticeably grew grave.
With his collection of God's Ruins and the Ame-no-Murakumo—the first divine artifact of Takamagahara—strapped to his back, Lin Qiye could actually kill a "Klein"-level Mystery if he had to.
But the problem was the current situation in Shangjing City was extremely delicate. He couldn't release any aura or join the fight, otherwise Chen Han's path to kingship would be completely ruined.
Although the hospital had a group of "Klein"-level orderlies available, his current cultivation was only at the "Unmeasurable" realm, so he couldn't summon them. He could only rely on himself.
A flicker of light appeared in Lin Qiye's eyes. With a gentle raise of his fingers, a brilliant magic circle bloomed beneath his feet.
The next instant, his form twisted and morphed into Chen Han—draped in a military coat and leather boots.
Transformation Magic!
Since he had to join the battle regardless, Lin Qiye needed to completely mask his own aura. The best way to do this was to substitute Chen Han's own energy fluctuations. That way, even if he entered the battlefield, other Mysteries wouldn't detect anything amiss. Even if a Mystery somehow noticed two Chen Hans existing simultaneously, they'd simply attribute it to Chen Han's special abilities, never suspecting that one of them wasn't actually Chen Han.
Lin Qiye set down the white cat Fang Mo and reached into the black case behind him...
Clang—!
With a sword cry, Lin Qiye drew the Ame-no-Murakumo, facing the Pencil Spirit in the distance.
...
Asylum of the Gods.
Gilgamesh pushed open his door, squinting contentedly as he basked in the morning sun. His mood was excellent.
Even back in ancient Babylonian times, one of his greatest pleasures was sitting on the highest, most magnificent throne in the entire kingdom, watching the bustling commoners labor below while savoring intoxicating wines under the first light of dawn.
Now, though he lacked a throne and wine, being able to step out into the first rays of morning sun and having those orderlies busily preparing breakfast for him was still rather pleasant.
His good mood hadn't lasted long before a dull thud echoed from the neighboring room.
Gilgamesh's brow furrowed as he turned to look.
At the doorway of the adjacent ward, an ancient ape sat cross-legged on the railing, arms wrapped around a jar of fruit wine, drinking deeply.
Droplets of liquid traced down the fur at the corner of his mouth, falling onto his robe—a robe covered in fine cracks. He wiped the wine from his lips, smacked them in satisfaction, then tossed the heavy jar onto the corridor floor.
The jar rolled rumbling until it came to rest before Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh's eyes narrowed.
Crash—!
The wine jar at his feet exploded into shards.
Sitting on the railing, Sun Wukong's brow creased. He glanced back at Gilgamesh and spoke coldly:
"You looking for death?"
"Just you?" Gilgamesh replied dismissively.
The orderlies bustling about downstairs heard the sound of the wine jar shattering on the second floor. They paused momentarily, then glanced at the time with expressions of sudden understanding.
Ah, so it was that time of day again—the moment when those two upstairs start their morning brawl...
The orderlies wore faces of practiced indifference, continuing their work. No one bothered wondering what the two on the second floor were fighting about today.
On the second floor.
The gazes of Gilgamesh and Sun Wukong collided in mid-air, practically sparking.
The martial fervor in both their eyes intensified. Just as Gilgamesh snorted and prepared to strike first, Sun Wukong seemed to think of something. He raised a single finger.
"Wait."
"Hm?"
Gilgamesh paused.
"Someone's missing." Sun Wukong's gaze turned toward the neighboring ward.
"...Tch. What a bother."
Gilgamesh spoke, clearly displeased.
The two exchanged a glance, then simultaneously made their way toward Bragi's ward.
Crash—!!
With a thunderous boom, the door to Ward 3 was kicked clean off its hinges. Bragi, who had been dreaming pleasantly in bed, jolted awake!
Seeing Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh standing at the doorway, he first froze in confusion, then recoiled in horror, scrambling backward on the bed as he stammered:
"W-what do you two want?! Don't touch me... don't—"
Before Bragi could finish, Sun Wukong simply walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and began dragging him toward the door with an expressionless face.
"The two of us fighting need some background music." He said flatly.
"..."
Bragi: (№｀Д´)?????
Bragi attempted to resist, but whether Sun Wukong had cast some spell or not, try as he might, he couldn't break free from that furry hand. The blonde handsome man from Norse mythology, dressed in blue-and-white striped pajamas, was dragged along like a helpless chick being carried off—lifted from the second floor all the way to the courtyard edge. The entire process attracted quite an audience of watching orderlies.
For a moment, Bragi felt he had thoroughly disgraced the entire Norse pantheon.
Once the "musician" was in position, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh took their places on opposite sides of the courtyard. After a brief pause, they both launched themselves at each other at breakneck speed.
The fierce battle between two gods had begun!