# 1782
Chapter 1782: The God on the Dissection Table
Olympus.
"Oh?" Poseidon gazed at the golden seal projected in the sky, his eyes narrowing slightly. "That thing... it's different from yesterday."
"Doesn't this thing emerge from the source? How could it change?"
Hades stared at the strange seal in the sky, tracing its outline with his finger, deep in thought: "It looks similar to yesterday's mark, but there's a curve extending from the edge, bending upward... Is it trying to tell us something?"
The two Chief Gods stared at the seal above their heads, lost in contemplation...
Meanwhile,
At the edge of Mount Olympus, a gray-furred mouse was crawling on the ground,
Its pitch-black eyes fixed on the seal in the sky. After a moment, its body suddenly twisted, and a pair of blood-red bat wings burst from its back!
The gray mouse rose from the ground and flew into the depths of the mist.
Crossing the vast sea, after an unknown time, the silhouette of a misty strait gradually took shape. Its body flew between the strait and plunged headfirst into the sea.
The world flipped, and a strait existing only in reflections appeared on both sides.
Sword-like cliffs rose high on either side of the strait, and thick mist formed a wall, wrapping one cliff in an impenetrable cocoon.
The gray mouse flapped its wings across the turbulent sea and crashed through the gray mist wall. The previously hazy vision suddenly opened up—inside this wall of mist, there was actually no mist at all, quite similar to Great Xia.
Strange instruments of various shapes were arranged on the cliffside—some resembling large computers, others like radar systems, and some like helmets bristling with spikes. Dense wires tangled together, looking like a breathing technological brain.
On the other side of these instruments, rows of biological samples suspended in yellow-brown liquid filled the space, covering nearly half a mountain. There were over a hundred species on display, ranging from tiny insects to massive remnants of divine bodies—eerie and terrifying.
Now, surrounded by these biological samples, a cloaked figure stood in front of a dissection table, appearing to study something intently.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brow and turned to look into the distance.
A winged gray mouse flew directly to his shoulder, its eyeballs trembling as if transmitting some message.
"Olympus?" An Qingyu's gray-tinted eyes gradually faded back to normal, her expression thoughtful. "After the small-scale god hunt, he's finally going to make a move on Olympus... but this method... It seems his target isn't just Olympus."
An Qingyu stood still for a moment, eyes narrowed, murmuring to himself:
"Four years of peace... it seems it can't be maintained much longer. Since he's made this move, we naturally have to follow suit... Don't you think so, Zeus?"
His gaze fell on the operating table before him. A withered, emaciated corpse lay there, already nearly sliced into pieces. From the bloody, mangled face, one could vaguely make out the轮廓 of the King of Olympian Gods.
...
Great Xia.
"What did you say?!"
Xia Simeng's hand trembled, and the hot soup she was bringing to her mouth splashed onto the floor with a crash. She stared at the deputy captain Cao Sha in disbelief, "He... he approved it!?"
"Yeah, he even signed and stamped it. It really got approved!" Cao Sha scratched his head. "Captain, what excuse did you use this time? How did you actually manage to get Commander Lin to approve it?"
"I... I..."
All the members of the [Phoenix] Squad looked at Xia Simeng with curious eyes. She shrank back, somewhat embarrassed to speak. "I said... I was pregnant..."
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"Captain, you dared to use such an absurd excuse?!"
"I just wrote it casually... How was I supposed to know he'd actually believe it!" Xia Simeng anxiously paced around the room. "This is bad... He won't actually think I'm really pregnant, will he? Do I need to throw a banquet to cover up this lie?"
After agonizing over it for a while, Xia Simeng simply gritted her teeth. "Forget it, I've got the leave approved. Let's deal with the fallout later! At worst, I'll just go to his office and kowtow to apologize!"
The members of the [Phoenix] Squad exchanged glances.
"Captain, so how do we spend this vacation?"
Xia Simeng waved her hand dismissively: "Do I need to spell it out? Empty out the team's coffer! After this, it'll probably be hard to get leave approved again. Everyone, let's have one final blowout!"
"Yes!"
...
"Have they left?"
Inside the Supreme Commander's office, Lin Qiye sipped his tea leisurely.
"Yeah, they packed their bags and left last night." Secretary Min Junliang replied.
"Where are they going?"
"Seems like Gold Coast?"
"Let them go." Lin Qiye's gaze swept across the tall stack of documents before him. "Anything urgent happening recently?"
"Nothing major, really. Just matters for the senior leadership meetings. Basically just need your signature and stamp. However..."
"However what?"
"However, Mr. Yuzuri did call."
"Yuzuri Takishiro?" Lin Qiye paused, surprised. "What's wrong with him? Something the matter?"
"He asked if you had time recently, said he wanted to invite you to play games together... But we were all busy with the celebration at the time, so we couldn't agree. Later he didn't bring it up again." Min Junliang said helplessly.
"Takishiro..." Lin Qiye rubbed his chin, his expression somewhat complicated.
"Alright, I understand."
He rose from his seat and walked straight toward the door. "I'm going out. If anything urgent comes up, find Shen Qingzhu."
"Alright."
...
Huaihai City, suburbs.
In the basement of a villa, a white-haired youth sat cross-legged in front of a projection screen, a game controller in his hands, rapidly pressing buttons.
On the screen, a figure carrying a long blade on its back was skillfully fighting a terrifying beast. As the beast collapsed with a thunderous roar, the figure's health bar remained full. With a graceful sheathing motion, the words "STAGE CLEAR" slowly appeared on the screen.
The youth sighed, lying flat on the carpet. His white hair spilled across the floor like a waterfall.
He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long while. Just as he was about to stand up, his face suddenly turned pale. He stumbled to the bathroom sink, hunching over and retching violently.
As large amounts of猩红 crimson blood stained the sink, his already pallid features grew even more haggard. He glanced at his reflection—the cross-shaped starry eyes that gazed back held a hint of helplessness.
Ding Dong—!
The doorbell chimed from the living room. Yuzuri Takishiro startled. He turned on the faucet, washing away the bloodstains, then walked down the stairs to the first floor and opened the front door.
Seeing the figure at the door, an expression of delight appeared on Yuzuri Takishiro's face:
"Brother Qiye?!"