“This world is sick, and I’m the only cure.”
The mists descend, and the Old Ones awaken.
As indescribable ancient gods peer down from the clouds and mad whispers echo through the streets,
all of humanity trembles in terror, praying for the gods’ forgiveness.
Everyone except Su Yue.
As the director of a private psychiatric hospital on the verge of bankruptcy, he looked at the “lunatics” filling the place and fell into deep thought.
That homeless man who kept muttering that “the world is going to end” was actually an agent of the Old Ones?
That red-uniformed nurse who was always combing her hair in front of a mirror was actually a mirror witch who could devour souls?
And why had the real estate tycoon they’d just admitted turned into an octopus-headed monster with tentacles?
“Don’t panic. They’re all patients.”
Su Yue took out a dark red fountain pen and wrote a diagnosis in the air:
[Diagnosis: Severe delusional disorder. Doctor’s orders: Go to the back hill and catch that S-rank Ghost King. We’re having it for dinner tonight.]
And so, everything took a sudden turn.
When terror descended upon the city and everyone fled in despair,
the doors of a rundown psychiatric hospital slowly swung open.
A group of “patients,” more terrifying than the monsters, filed out and bowed respectfully to Su Yue:
“Director,
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