# 899
Chapter 899: Bragi's Troubles
On this monster's corpse, he sensed the aura of the Red Moon.
Violent, manic, mind-numbing... Wang Mian could never be wrong. He had just risked everything to escape that fishing village, and the Red Moon's impression on him was too deep. Moreover, the Red Moon aura on this monster before him was far more powerful than anything in the village!
Wang Mian had thought that leaving that fishing village meant everything was over, but he never expected that after being swept by ocean currents to a "Human Enclosure" thousands of miles away in Japan, he would once again detect the aura of the Red Moon!
Coincidence?
Or...
Wang Mian stared at the monster's corpse, his expression dark.
"Who are you?" Yuzuri Takishiro gazed at the emptiness above Wang Mian's head and asked coldly.
When Yuzuri Nana saw Wang Mian, surprise flickered in her eyes. She tugged at Yuzuri Takishiro's sleeve and explained, "He's someone I rescued from the cliff today. He's also from Great Xia. He knows Brother Qiye!"
Upon hearing this, Yuzuri Takishiro's expression softened somewhat, though vigilance still lurked deep in his eyes.
"Where did this monster come from?" Wang Mian lowered his gaze to the monster's corpse and asked in broken Japanese, his expression grave.
"Corpse Beast?" Yuzuri Nana glanced at the monster and shook her head. "We don't know where they come from either... These things have been appearing all over Japan lately, and the frequency is increasing, along with their numbers."
More than one?
Wang Mian's brow furrowed even tighter.
"Since when did this start?"
"Not long ago... It was a few days after Brother Qiye and the others returned to their country. The first one appeared then." Yuzuri Nana thought carefully before answering.
Wang Mian glanced up at the sky above. Under the azure blue heavens, a faint lunar shadow hung in the clouds, with not a trace of red... This was a normal moon.
Strange. There was clearly no Red Moon here, so why would monsters tainted with Red Moon aura appear?
Where were they coming from?
...
Asylum of the Gods.
Lin Qiye held a steaming cup of tea and slowly walked out of his office, leaning against the corridor railing to admire the battle between Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh in the courtyard.
The revived whale kai was still cruising through the deep ocean floor, with no idea how long it would take to reach its destination. Jialan was still in a deep sleep, Merlin was meditating with his eyes closed, and the idle Lin Qiye could only return to the Asylum of the Gods to pass the time.
As Merlin had said, after he left, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh still默契ly maintained the schedule Merlin had set—going out at the appointed times, drinking at the appointed times, fighting at the appointed times, and stopping at the appointed times. Those who knew would understand they were patients here, but those who didn't might think this was some strictly managed military prison.
Just as Lin Qiye was admiring the fierce battle in the courtyard, something caught his peripheral vision. After a moment's hesitation, he carried his tea and walked over to a nearby step where Bragi sat alone, propping his head on one hand and staring blankly ahead.
"What are you thinking about?" Lin Qiye patted his shoulder and sat down beside him.
"Director..." Bragi saw Lin Qiye and sighed despondently.
He glanced gloomily at the two figures whose killing intent was soaring in the courtyard. "Uncle Merlin's gone. It feels like... I'm the only normal person left in this hospital."
"..."
For a moment, Lin Qiye didn't know how to respond to Bragi. In a sense, he himself wasn't exactly normal either...
"Actually, you could try to integrate with them." Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment before offering comfort.
Bragi gave them an odd look. "I can't fight, so how am I supposed to get along with them? Plus, they both have terrible temperaments. Now that Uncle Merlin's left, if they ever lose their cool and beat me up to vent, I wouldn't even have the ability to defend myself..."
Lin Qiye's mouth twitched. "They're the same as you—patients here, not bandits. Why would they beat you up for no reason?"
However, hearing this made Lin Qiye genuinely reflective. Now that Nyx and Merlin had both been discharged, Bragi staying with Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh was like a helpless sheep thrown into a pack of wolves. Day after day watching two fierce wolves tear into each other, his state of mind was bound to become depressed...
Just as Lin Qiye thought of this, the progress bar above Bragi's head flickered.
But this time it wasn't moving forward—it was regressing.
"Bragi Treatment Progress: 74%"
The treatment progress had dropped from 75% back to 74%.
Looking at Bragi's melancholic face, Lin Qiye's expression darkened immediately.
Good heavens. After treating so many mental patients, this was the first time he'd ever seen a progress bar shrink backward! And the reason was so absurd too!
At this rate, Bragi's hard-earned treatment progress would probably drop back again within a few months...
No way, absolutely not!
Lin Qiye's mind raced.
In the distant courtyard, Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh, who had been battling as though the sky was falling, glanced at the clock on the distant wall. The Ruyi Jingu Bang clashed once more with the King's Treasure Sword, and under the surging shockwaves, both simultaneously retreated,默契ly ending their assault.
Haughty eyes and commanding eyes clashed in the air for a moment. Both men's faces twisted into identical expressions of disdain, and they walked away without looking back.
They had barely taken a few steps when a pair of hands landed simultaneously on their shoulders.
Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh turned their heads back simultaneously, only to see Lin Qiye's serious and earnest face. He said to them slowly:
"You two, come with me. I have something to discuss."
...
Bragi watched the three people whispering in the distance. He saw Lin Qiye say something, and both Sun Wukong and Gilgamesh's expressions turned odd, their gazes drifting toward him every now and then...
Bragi couldn't help but shiver.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up from the step, somewhat flustered, and hurried away from the courtyard, heading straight for the ward on the second floor. He closed the door behind him with a backward hand.
Looking at the empty room, Bragi let out a long sigh and returned to the desk, sitting down.
He pulled out pen and paper from the drawer and wrote carefully:
"My beloved Eden:
As I mentioned in my last letter, the senior who lived in the room next to mine has left. He was a being I admired greatly—wise, powerful, always so composed and reliable.
After his departure, I feel somewhat uneasy here. It seems I cannot integrate into this place anymore..."
Bragi wrote three full pages of the letter, as usual adding at the very end, "I miss you terribly. I wonder when we shall reunite?"
He placed the letter into an envelope, put it in the mailbox by the desk, and sat alone in the chair, lost in thought.