I was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia and thrown into the strangest Qingshan Mental Hospital in the city.
In the eyes of normal people, the people locked up here are all lunatics who drool and talk nonsense.
But in my "sick eye"——
The little girl who held the broken doll and muttered to herself all day long held in her hand the knife that had killed the gods;
That hunched-back, spitting sweeper spits out karmic fire that burns ghosts and gods.
They laughed at me for being the sickest because I always said to the air, "There is a God."
Until that day, the evil gods from outside the territory broke through the defenses and invaded, and the entire city became a purgatory.
The alarm sounded, and the "madmen" in the hospital instantly lost their disguises.
The head nurse tore into pieces her white coat, revealing the God-killing inscriptions all over her body;
The dean stood with his hands behind his hands and spoke indifferently to the arrogant gods:
"Qingshan Mental Hospital, humanity's last line of defense against the gods."
And I, looking at the evil god rushing in, slowly pulled out the piece of broken glass hidden under the pillow.
The [God's Weaknesses] panel automatically appeared in front of him: fatal injuries, divine power nodes, probability of death...
"I heard," I licked my chapped lips, with excitement crazier than a lunatic in my eyes,
"In Daxia, even if you are a god, you still have to kneel down?"
