# 1767
Chapter 1760: Cannot Be Killed
Shen Qingzhu nodded slightly:
"What do you want to do?"
"Get in touch with Lu Wuwei for me."
"Sure."
Shen Qingzhu turned and was about to walk out of the office.
"Wait." Lin Qiye thought for a moment, "Since Nyx, a Supreme God, was trapped in that place, it means the place might be extremely dangerous... Lu Wuwei hasn't become a god yet, and it's too dangerous for him to go alone.
Let Wang Mian go with him. If an emergency occurs, they can simply rewind time."
"I'll notify them."
Shen Qingzhu's figure flickered and vanished on the spot.
In the empty office, Lin Qiye was once again alone. He sat back in his office chair and glanced at the time.
"About time..."
Lin Qiye pulled open the drawer. Inside was a heavy medicine box, and in its recessed compartments, gray pills were neatly arranged.
Looking at these pills, Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly. He took one out and swallowed it, then leaned back in the office chair as if about to fall asleep.
The next moment, his hands suddenly clenched tightly!
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans seeped from Lin Qiye's temples. His muscles tensed instantly, and a pain from the depths of his soul surged up, his eyes turning blood red.
At the same time, a voice drifted lazily into his ear:
"It hurts... It hurts so much~"
"Humans are truly fragile, so weak that they must resort to such means to leave a chance for survival..."
"But what does it matter?"
"Zuo Qing took so many pills, and when I killed him, wasn't his soul completely destroyed? Enduring so much pain for nothing—just a self-inflicted joke in the end..."
"In the end, you're just a bunch of death-fearing ants, using self-harm to feel safe! Hahahaha..."
"..."
【Chaos】's voice was full of mockery, as if it could provoke the most sensitive nerves in one's heart... At this moment, Lin Qiye was concentrating all his effort on resisting the pain from the pill. If he were to lose focus even slightly, his qi and blood would flow backward, and he would instantly injure himself.
But he simply leaned quietly against the back of the chair, constantly adjusting his breathing, fighting against the pain from the depths of his soul, as if he hadn't heard 【Chaos】's provocation at all.
Seeing that its mental attack hadn't affected Lin Qiye, 【Chaos】 seemed to find it boring. After clicking its tongue, the voice vanished without a trace.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye on the chair slowly opened his eyes...
The entire office chair was soaked with sweat. His face was deathly pale. This pain from the soul's depths couldn't be alleviated even by a Hongmeng Lingtai (Primordial Spirit Fetus).
He slowly stood up, poured himself a pot of hot tea, and took a few sips. Only then did some color return to his face.
He took a deep breath.
His tired eyes narrowed slightly, and a killing intent swept through the office!
...
Asylum of the Gods.
Ward Five.
In this "bare walls" ward, a black man in a patient gown was lying lazily on the cold cement floor, yawning leisurely.
Unlike other wards, this room had no basic facilities at all—no bed, no chair, not even a light fixture. Even the small window that could catch sunlight had been bricked up with cement. The entire room was pitch black. More than a ward, it resembled a prison.
Creak——
With a soft sound, the door to the ward slowly opened.
A figure in a white coat walked in from outside, hands in pockets, squinting as they looked down at 【Chaos】 lying on the floor, their expression completely unreadable.
"Recovered quite fast, haven't you?" 【Chaos】 raised an eyebrow and patted the dust off its body, preparing to stand up from the ground. "After all these years, you've indeed improved a lot. If it were the greenhorn from four years ago, you probably would've been angered into..."
"Ptooey!!"
Before 【Chaos】 could finish, a呼啸 (howling/savage) fist came slamming into its cheek!
The force of Lin Qiye's punch sent 【Chaos】 flying into the bare wall. The black face instantly contorted in pain, and savage cracks spread across the inner wall.
Several streaks of crimson blood splattered across Lin Qiye's face, but his eyes showed no fluctuation whatsoever. Without waiting for 【Chaos】 to say anything, another fist slammed into its eye socket!
BANG BANG BANG——!!!
The entire ward building shook violently several times. Billowing dust surged out from the ward door. At this moment, Ward Five had been dyed blood red.
Savage bloodstains were absorbed into the white coat's surface, soon becoming as clean as new. Lin Qiye lowered his fists. 【Chaos】 had collapsed like a pile of mush, the twisted corner of its mouth still curved upward in a smile. That shattered eyeball looked up at Lin Qiye with mockery.
"Today's punch is stronger than usual. What, got some fire burning inside?"
"Let me guess... it wouldn't be about Nyx, would it?"
"That pitiful woman who lost all her children, that gentle mother who once regarded you as her everything... Is she dead? Is she still alive? Where is she now?"
"Who made her endure so much suffering? Oh, right—Olympus... Those damn Greek gods, they slaughtered her children, sacrificed her flesh and blood, drove her out of Olympus, and even used dirty, despicable means to leave her life and death uncertain..."
"Tsk tsk tsk, can you swallow this anger?"
【Chaos】's voice grew increasingly sharp. Lin Qiye stood in the blood pool, his eyes narrowing slightly...
He stared at 【Chaos】 for a long while and spoke calmly:
"You really want to incite me to deal with the Olympian Gods?"
"Incite? No no no... I'm merely speaking the thoughts in your heart." 【Chaos】 in the blood pool smiled faintly. "Besides, revenge stories always get people's blood boiling, don't they?"
"What's it to you?"
Lin Qiye's expression was blank as he pulled Ame-no-Murakumo from the void. A flash of cold light streaked across, and the blade had already pierced the heart in the blood pool.
【Chaos】's body convulsed. As the blade twisted, its vitality was completely shredded to pieces, yet that dark face still carried a faint smile.
Lin Qiye glanced at 【Chaos】's corpse, pulled out Ame-no-Murakumo, wiped the blood from its surface with the white coat, and turned to walk out of the ward.
Brilliant sunlight fell across the empty courtyard. The verdant lawn swayed gently in the wind.
The bloodstains on Lin Qiye had been completely absorbed by the white coat. He stood alone on the green lawn, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled... His eyes flickered with a faint light, as if lost in thought.
After an unknown period, he looked back.
Standing at the doorway of Ward Five, a perfectly intact 【Chaos】 in a patient gown was enthusiastically waving at him.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself:
"Still can't be killed... How exactly does He do it?"