My name is Chen Yi, I am a mental patient, the kind certified by the attending doctor.
The symptoms are as follows: During the manic phase, I feel that I am capable, and during the depressive phase, I feel that I am extremely smart. Occasionally, I can see vitamins floating in the air (probably due to lack of itching).
After half a year of recuperation in a high-end mental hospital (with food and accommodation included), I was shocked to realize that something was wrong with the world—you told me that the things flying in the sky were drones? What does it mean when it is written in the newspaper that "Extraordinary abilities prohibit fraud"?
It wasn't until I collapsed half of the wall with one punch that I suddenly realized: It turns out I'm not sick, I'm hung up!
Now, my attending doctor invited me back to the hospital with a smile: "Congratulations, your 'disease' is exactly the talent we need."
"The course will be upgraded from "How to Control Emotions" to "How to Tear the Evil God with Manic Power" and "How to Use Depression and Calmness to Analyze the Delirium of the Ancient God."
"Hello, classmate, welcome to apply for An Xin's God-Slaying Advanced Training Course."
"By the way, remember to pay - if you graduate alive."
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The mental hospital is the real novice village, the patients are more like BOSS than BOSS
Bipolar disorder = dual-mode combat plug-in, the switch key is emotion, the disadvantage is that it is easy to crash
The truth about my house's fire five years ago: Maybe my parents didn't pay the "divine protection fee"
Now the pressure is on me: after all, I am the only one in the world who is taking psychiatric drugs while learning how to seek revenge from God.
