# 800
Chapter 801: The Fifth Patient
Lin Qiye looked at the progress bar, and a inexplicable sense of accomplishment suddenly rose in his heart.
Finally... breaking through 20%!
After his tireless efforts to chat with and influence Sun Wukong, the one who had been as immovable as a boulder and gave cold shoulders to everyone, finally developed from occasionally responding once or twice, to being able to hold simple conversations, and then using fruit wine as bait to lure him out of the ward...
He was, step by step, walking out of that cage.
Although there was still some distance to the next goal of 50%, as long as he was willing to come out and communicate, Lin Qiye was confident he could unravel its heart knot in a short time.
The most difficult step had been taken. Next, it depended on Lin Qiye's ability to grasp Sun Wukong's psychology.
Looking at the figure sitting on the railing wrapped in a kasaya, Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment but ultimately chose not to go up and talk to him. He could sense the deep sorrow and nostalgia flowing from Sun Wukong's eyes...
When he was reminiscing about the past, it was best not to disturb him rashly. After all, he could already walk out of the ward—there would be plenty of opportunities later.
Lin Qiye turned and left the big tree.
He walked up the stairway on the other side to the second-floor wards and finally stopped in front of the fifth ward.
After stepping into "Wuliang," Lin Qiye had earned the qualification to open the fifth door. Behind this door was the fifth god confined in this Asylum of the Gods!
Lin Qiye raised his head to look at the top of this ward. On the sign marking the god's identity, there was a golden crown covered in cracks.
A crown...
Lin Qiye stared at the sign and fell into contemplation.
A crown symbolized supreme status and absolute royal authority.
However, among the mythological legends of nations around the world, very few deities were associated with royal authority. Moreover, crowns were generally identity symbols used by secular emperors. For deities, the usual symbols of supreme status were scepters or divine thrones—crowns were far too rare.
And even if it were a crown... why was it shattered?
Nyx, Greek goddess of the night; Merlin, magic god of English mythology; Bragi, Norse god of music and poetry; and Sun Wukong, Great Sage Equal to Heaven of Great Xia... If the seven patients in this asylum were indeed deities from different nations, as Lin Qiye had guessed, then the possible mythological systems for the remaining three wards were already quite limited.
But even so, Lin Qiye still had no clue whatsoever about the deity in the fifth ward.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, reached out and grasped the door handle, and after a moment, pushed it open with force!
Creak—!
Without the slightest resistance, as Lin Qiye pushed, the door of the fifth ward slowly opened...
On the railing of the corridor not far away, Sun Wukong, who had been gazing into the distance in a daze, seemed to sense something and turned to look in this direction, his brow furrowing slightly.
As the door opened, sunlight from outside spilled into the room. In the center of the spacious room, a man in a gray robe sat on a folding chair, as motionless as a statue.
When a strand of sunlight fell upon him, those deep purple eyes slowly opened. At the same time, an indescribable aura emanated from his body!
The dim sunlight cast his silhouette onto the white wall behind him. The gray robe draped over his body, like a king seated on a throne at the edge of the world...
A proud and desolate king.
The moment his eyes opened, Lin Qiye was stunned.
Instinctively, an inexplicable impulse rose in his mind—to kneel halfway on the ground, to offer his freedom and life to this ancient emperor who should not exist in this world.
But the moment this thought appeared, Lin Qiye suppressed it. The Night Origin within his body automatically circulated, and his entire aura turned dark and profound. A faint imperial aura radiated from within him, diluting the震慑气息 of that man.
"Hm?"
The man sitting on the folding chair, seeing that Lin Qiye had actually broken free from his aura, seemed somewhat surprised.
At the same time, in the Asylum of the Gods, Merlin and Bragi, who had been leisurely playing chess, simultaneously sensed something and猛地turned their heads to look toward the second floor of the ward.
"That is..." Bragi's brow furrowed slightly.
"It seems the Dean is about to bring us another new neighbor." Merlin gazed through the first-floor window at the vaguely appearing figure of the man, his eyes flickering with light, like destiny's stars turning, instantly piercing through something...
"Strange." Bragi sensed the aura and asked with confusion, "This seems... to be just a demigod?"
"Precisely speaking, only two-thirds of him is divine; the remaining one-third... is still human. He possesses the power and wisdom of a god but not a god's lifespan. This is a god who shares the same lifespan as mortals." Merlin sighed faintly,
"This new neighbor... is also a pitiful soul."
...
Lin Qiye steadied his heart, raised his head, and looked at the panel floating behind that person.
"Ward No. 5.
Patient: Gilgamesh
Task: Help Gilgamesh treat his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches the specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), you may randomly抽取 a portion of Gilgamesh's abilities.
Current Treatment Progress: 0%"
Gilgamesh?
Upon seeing this name, Lin Qiye's mind quickly recalled information about this deity.
Gilgamesh was a deity existing in Sumerian mythology. In the modern world after the Mist descended, information about this mythological system was extremely scarce, and what Lin Qiye knew was very limited. In his impression, he only knew that Gilgamesh was a half-human, half-divine being, the fifth king of the nation of Uruk, and a cruel and evil tyrant.
"Kneel."
Just as Lin Qiye was contemplating, the man in the gray robe seated on the folding chair spoke calmly.
Lin Qiye was stunned.
Gilgamesh's purple eyes gazed at Lin Qiye, his expressionless face speaking again: "I said... kneel!"
Lin Qiye: ...
Does this person have a problem?
Oh right... he really does have a problem.
"Why should I kneel?" Lin Qiye asked calmly.
Lin Qiye would not stoop to Gilgamesh's level. After all, he was a professional psychiatrist who did not argue with patients. For him, deducing Gilgamesh's condition through such dialogue was the most important thing.
"All subjects of the King should kneel upon seeing me." Gilgamesh frowned and spoke, "If you do not kneel, you die."
As the words fell, Gilgamesh did not wait for Lin Qiye to say anything more. He directly raised his finger and gently pointed at Lin Qiye.
The next moment, a dazzling purple light erupted from the ward, shooting upward obliquely, slicing through the sky of the Asylum of the Gods!