“Ding! Host, please save the first deity... no, madman.”
“Ding! Quest reward: choose any god-tier ability!”
Lin Que looks at these “patients,” whose destructive power is off the charts, and falls silent for three seconds.
Then he raises his medical chart and says with a serious expression:
“Everyone, deities... no, fellow patients, let's continue the treatment!”
From that day on, Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital is never the same.
Agents burst through the door. “Hand over the dangerous individuals!”
Lin Que calmly turns around. “Do you mean the old man who can summon wind and rain, or the little girl who can punch a tank to pieces?”
Agents: “...We got the wrong place.”
When the world believes deities are a disaster, Lin Que stands atop the asylum, a sky full of divine apparitions behind him.
He smiles faintly.
“Don't panic.
I'm going to save that madman...
I mean, deity.”
