Traveling to the world of "I Learned to Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital", Shen Qingshu just wanted to live a peaceful life.
Relying on his skills in restoring ancient books, he sneaked into the archives of the Daxia Night Watch headquarters and became a clerk sorting out old papers.
Until that day, he pieced together a page of burned fragments.
On the yellowed page, the calligraphy was scrawled almost crazy:
"He is not a god, but ███——Lin Qiyeliu"
Shen Qingshu stared at the signature and was stunned.
Lin Qiye? The twenty-one-year-old "Nightfall" captain?
But the year this file was unearthed was clearly fifty years ago.
Before he could figure it out, the world gave the answer first——
[Warning: Forbidden knowledge reading detected]
[The sense of individual existence begins to peel off]
A colleague misremembered his name.
His figure gradually blurred in the photo.
In front of the mirror, his outline is getting lighter day by day.
And deep within the bloodline, something awakened.
Not bad. The rhythm is okay.