# 1179
Chapter 1179: Deteriorating Gilgamesh
Lin Qiye carefully walked through the underground dungeon once more. Besides angels or demons, not even a single crawling insect had appeared.
"Strange..." Lin Qiye lowered his head in thought.
He had killed mythological creatures, yet none appeared in the Asylum's Dungeon—this was a first.
He contemplated for a long time, only able to come up with three possibilities.
First, those Cthulhu Faction creatures were of a higher tier than this asylum, so it couldn't collect their souls.
The moment this possibility appeared, Lin Qiye rejected it. This asylum could collect even Lucky's divine-level soul with a snap. Could a few crawling insects that manipulated corpses really escape?
The second possibility was that those crawling insects had no souls at all, so even when dead, they wouldn't be collected by the asylum.
The third possibility was that these Cthulhu Faction creatures simply didn't meet the asylum's collection criteria.
Lin Qiye specifically flipped through the prompts for collecting orderlies again. Among them, the most likely place for an error was the phrase "mythological creatures."
This asylum could only collect the souls of mythological creatures.
If Cthulhu Faction creatures couldn't be absorbed, was it possible that they weren't considered mythological creatures at all?
Lin Qiye faintly remembered that Merlin had said something similar before... But if they weren't mythological creatures, what could they be?
Lin Qiye thought long and hard in the Dungeon without finding an answer, so he could only leave for now.
The moment he pushed open the director's door, he saw Bragi clutching his harp, running swiftly down the corridor, nearly crashing into Lin Qiye.
"Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"
"To play music, of course!" Bragi glanced at the time on the wall, saying frantically, "It's almost time—they're still waiting for me..."
With that, he didn't wait for Lin Qiye to say more, rushing straight toward the other end of the corridor.
But just as he reached the midpoint, the rumbling sounds of battle echoed from the courtyard.
Bragi froze on the spot.
"It seems they can't wait for you anymore."
Lin Qiye walked to Bragi's side, glancing at the two figures beginning to clash in the courtyard, and said helplessly.
Bragi stared blankly at the battlefield, puzzled. "That's impossible... They always used to wait for me before. Why have they been getting more impatient lately? The time hasn't even come yet..."
Lin Qiye and Bragi walked to the edge of the courtyard battlefield. Some idle orderlies were betting on the outcome. Although Bragi had arrived a few minutes late, he still professionally found his opportunity, weaving passionate melodies into the battle.
"Do you think King Gigi's condition hasn't been normal lately?"
"Yeah, the time hasn't even come yet, and he's already frantically attacking before Monkey Brother even got ready... It feels a bit reckless."
"Is this a sneak attack? That doesn't seem like King Gigi's style."
"Could it be that after being beaten by Monkey Brother all this time, his mentality finally broke?"
"I don't think that's quite it..."
"..."
As Lin Qiye focused on the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, he also listened to the discussions of the surrounding orderlies, his brow furrowing deeper.
The battle situation wasn't much different from before—Gilgamesh was still on the losing side. However, what differed slightly this time was that his offensive methods were unusually aggressive, even bordering on manic, as if he were fighting Sun Wukong to the death.
Sun Wukong's expression was grave, but his movements were steady and composed, like a majestic peak standing firm against a storm. No matter how Gilgamesh attacked, he could steadily parry every strike.
In the end, with a dull thud, Gilgamesh's figure was sent flying backward.
Today, Sun Wukong had won again.
Seeing the two had finished, Lin Qiye immediately stood up from his seat and walked toward where Gilgamesh had fallen. Accompanying him was the worried Bragi clutching his harp.
The ravaged green grass was slowly repairing itself. Gilgamesh lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his brow furrowed, shifting between confusion and struggle.
"...Whoever dares to infringe upon Uruk, I shall slay!"
"The fate of Uruk rests only in the hands of myself and my subjects. If you gods dare to interfere, I shall kill every one who comes..."
"No, no... Uruk has already fallen... Where am I..."
"I... I..."
Seeing Gilgamesh mumbling on the ground, Bragi's expression grew increasingly anxious. He grabbed Sun Wukong's shoulder and quickly said:
"Monkey Brother, aren't you two just sparring? Why下手这么重, knocking Gilgamesh's brains silly?"
Sun Wukong glanced at him, his gaze as if looking at a fool.
"This isn't Monkey Brother's doing." Lin Qiye frowned as he stared at the emptiness above Gilgamesh's head, saying coldly, "Something else is interfering with his memories."
In Lin Qiye's field of vision, Gilgamesh's treatment progress bar was wildly fluctuating left and right.
"Gilgamesh treatment progress 40%..."
"Gilgamesh treatment progress 34%..."
"Treatment progress 38%..."
"Treatment progress 35%..."
The seesawing progress bar left Lin Qiye momentarily at a loss.
Until now, he had at most seen Bragi's progress regress in one sudden drop, but this was the first time he had witnessed it dropping on its own, then climbing back up again.
During their last conversation, Gilgamesh had mentioned that his memories were being tampered with. From the current situation, his condition was growing increasingly severe.
The reason the progress bar was recovering at all was solely due to Gilgamesh's own willpower and conviction, fighting against the false memories.
"Something's not right with him." Sun Wukong put away his Ruyi Jingu Bang, those blazing golden eyes fixed on Gilgamesh. "There's a force meddling with his soul, and it's getting stronger..."
"Monkey Brother, can you tell what it is?"
"...No." Sun Wukong shook his head. "But the problem definitely isn't in this asylum. It should be someone from the outside world using something connected to him to intervene in his soul from a distance."
"Something connected to him?" Lin Qiye's brow furrowed even tighter. "Who on earth..."
Sun Wukong didn't speak. He merely frowned, then directly stomped his foot onto Gilgamesh's chest!
Gilgamesh's body immediately sank into the earth.
He instinctively tried to resist, but Sun Wukong had already raised his clenched fists, raining down strikes upon him like a storm!
The heavy blows shook the courtyard, dust billowing upward. As Gilgamesh's body continued to sink, the treatment progress bar that had been fluctuating above his head actually began to steadily recover.
Bang——!
A hand thrust up from the earth, grabbing Sun Wukong's fist. In Gilgamesh's struggling eyes, a flicker of clarity finally returned.
He stared blankly at the three figures before him. After a long while, he苦涩ly closed his eyes.
"What a sorry state..."