Chaos Descends: I Have a Psychiatric Certificate

Wang Gelin clutched a psychiatric diagnosis, took his psychiatrist by the hand, and pushed open the door to a bar.

At the counter sat a medieval knight, an American policewoman with a gun, a bard holding a dulcimer, and a cultist covered in blood.

The diagnosis suddenly lit up, revealing the labels above their heads:

[Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder · Knight's Code]

[All attributes enhanced after following etiquette and vows. If the ritual is interrupted, the body becomes rigid.]

[Paranoid Personality Disorder · Detective's Instinct]

[Perception and reflexes greatly improve after locking onto a target. Once the lock ends, the alert state cannot be switched off at will, and every signal will continue to be perceived as a threat.]

[Multiple Personality · Poet's Manuscript]

[Each personality has a completely different fighting style and skill set. Some personalities pose a serious threat.]

[Pain Inversion · Prayer of Austerity]

[Every injury is converted into fighting spirit and physical strength. Exceeding the threshold triggers an uncontrollable attack state, which lasts until either the target or the user falls.]

The world had long since collapsed. Different times and spaces had crashed together: an upside-down church, an asylum like a maze, a pirate ship stranded in the desert... Twisted monsters roamed the ruins of space.

Wang Gelin gathered them together and formed a team of people who were, quite literally, insane.

He would lead this band of mad teammates against a world gone completely mad.

He climbed onto the bar counter and held the diagnosis over his head:

“Got the diagnosis? Follow me!”