# 1191
Chapter 1191
As Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang continued to slam down, the rumbling in the courtyard gradually subsided.
The swirling dust settled, revealing Gilgamesh lying face-up on the ground, covered in wounds, his expression twisted and contorted in struggle. After a long while, his turbid eyes slowly regained clarity.
He stared blankly at the Ruyi Jingu Bang hovering above his nose, then slowly closed his eyes, looking utterly haggard.
"Sober now?" Sun Wukong gripped the Ruyi Jingu Bang and coldly spoke.
"...Yeah."
Gilgamesh replied weakly.
Sun Wukong put away the Ruyi Jingu Bang and pulled him up from the ground. It was then that Bragi, still in his pajamas and nightcap, rushed over in a hurry:
"What happened? Why did you guys start fighting in the middle of the night... and why didn't you call me to provide accompaniment?"
Gilgamesh ignored Bragi and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a hoarse voice. "So, the poisoner I just caught..."
"Was a caregiver."
Lin Qiye and Li Yifei walked over to Gilgamesh together, their eyes gazing at him with complex emotions. "If I'd arrived any later, there might really have been casualties in this asylum."
Gilgamesh stared at the scratch marks on Li Yifei and the raccoon's necks, guilt surfacing in his eyes:
"This incident was this king's..."
"It's fine." Li Yifei waved his hand dismissively. "He's a patient. Can be understood."
This time, Gilgamesh unusually didn't reject the title of "patient." He lowered his head in silence for a long while, then looked at Sun Wukong:
"Could you do me a favor?"
"Speak."
"Tie me up."
Sun Wukong frowned slightly and said nothing.
"The time I spend trapped in hallucinations is getting longer. If this continues, I'll eventually become completely unable to distinguish reality from illusion." Gilgamesh spoke slowly. "Tying me up is for everyone's good."
Sun Wukong turned to look at Lin Qiye.
As the attending physician of their group, Lin Qiye was the one with the most authority to decide how to handle Gilgamesh.
Looking at the exhausted eyes of Gilgamesh, Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Alright."
Even one as proud as Gilgamesh had been reduced to this state, even voluntarily requesting to be bound—enough to prove how unbearable those false memories were for him...
Restraining his body might somewhat alleviate his mental burden and ensure the safety of other caregivers in the asylum.
Lin Qiye raised his hand, and the surrounding building walls were immediately dyed with night. Special reinforced steel materials were extracted and rapidly folded into a heavy black throne, standing upright in the center of the courtyard.
Gilgamesh draped in his gray robe, gazing at the black throne, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"The Mad King... is he still worthy of a throne?"
He slowly walked forward and sat on the black throne, placing both hands calmly on the armrests.
As Lin Qiye's fingertips moved slightly, more than a dozen black chains extended from the chair back, firmly binding him to the throne, unable to move even an inch.
This black throne was constructed from the building materials of the Asylum of the Gods. Though not indestructible, it was sufficient to temporarily seal Gilgamesh's movements.
On the throne, Gilgamesh slowly closed his eyes, as if falling into deep sleep.
Outside the courtyard, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.
"I'll keep watch over him from now on." Sun Wukong's gaze fixed on the black throne as he spoke.
"And me!" Bragi raised his hand immediately. "From now on, I'll practice my guitar in front of him every day. It's not like he can escape anyway."
Lin Qiye smiled helplessly. "Then I'll leave him in your hands."
Sun Wukong nodded, about to leave when he seemed to sense something and made a soft sound of surprise.
He raised his head, looking at something above himself, as if there was something there.
"Sun Wukong Treatment Progress: 95%"
Standing to the side, Lin Qiye personally witnessed Sun Wukong's progress bar advance by one notch, and immediately exclaimed in delight:
"Brother Monkey, you can see the progress bar too?"
"Yeah." Sun Wukong examined the progress bar above himself for a moment, then looked around. "Same as Nyx and Old Man Merlin—I can also share it into your field of vision."
"You can see where I am?"
"In the central hall of an abandoned palace, with many people wearing black cloaks around... they're all god agents?"
Sun Wukong's gaze stared at some empty space before him, golden light flickering in the depths of his eyes.
"I'm attending an agent gathering." Lin Qiye nodded. "It's about to start. I'll head out first."
With those words, Lin Qiye turned to leave.
"Wait."
Sun Wukong's voice suddenly called out.
Lin Qiye paused and looked back.
He saw Sun Wukong staring intently at that empty space, his brow creasing tighter and tighter, the golden light in his eyes growing increasingly intense!
"That's not right. Not all of them are agents..." He narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice,
"There are actual gods mixed in with these agents."
Lin Qiye's pupils contracted abruptly.
...
In the central hall.
Lin Qiye's eyes snapped open, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"What's wrong?" He Lin, sitting beside him, noticed Lin Qiye's change in mood and asked in confusion.
"Something's off... There's a god mixed in here." Lin Qiye lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping across the hall, his expression grave.
"What?!"
He Lin startled. "How is that possible..."
"Of course it's possible." In Lin Qiye's mind, he recalled the scene when he first entered. "That Number 01 at the door identifies agents simply by checking for the possession of God's Ruins... but having God's Ruins doesn't necessarily mean one is a god agent. There could also be actual, bona fide gods.
Though, we can't blame them for this. After all, who would have thought that a small agent gathering could attract actual gods to infiltrate? What's their purpose?"
Before leaving the asylum, Sun Wukong had used his Fiery Eyes to identify all the gods mixed into the gathering—there were three in total, with cap brim numbers 03, 04, and 27.
Lin Qiye's gaze swept across and locked onto those three figures. Just as he expected, these were the same individuals who had detected his use of spiritual perception earlier and blocked it.
They all sat in the furthest corners of the hall, looking like unremarkable passersby, heads bowed, hoods completely concealing their features.
"This gathering seems a bit off." He Lin said in a low voice. "Should we leave first?"
"...No."
Lin Qiye didn't hesitate, directly rejecting the suggestion. "If we miss this chance, we won't know when the next one will be."
At present, whether searching for Zhou Ping or investigating the causes behind Gilgamesh's condition—both were urgent matters. If they left now, trying to find clues about these two things in the thick fog would be like finding a needle in a haystack.
Dong—Dong—Dong!
Just as the two were conversing, the ancient clock pendulum sounded its dull strikes. Everyone微微抬头，看向前方。
一直候在门外的01号，已然悄然无声的走进大厅。
Lin Qiye looked up slightly, gazing toward the front.
Number 01, who had been waiting outside the door, had already silently walked into the hall.