sbdcsierra In Chapter 1172, at the moment the progress bar jumped, he saw something he shouldn't have seen
In Chapter 1172, at the moment the progress bar jumped, he saw something he shouldn't have seen
The awakening power did not come from the outside world, but rather from deep within Lin Qiye's body.
It was like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years, awakened by the horns of the blood-red sunset, and lazily turned over.
This single action alone sent shivers down Lin Qiye's spine.
"Damn, Lao Lin, are you alright? Your face is as white as a ghost!"
Wu Hen slapped him on the back, but when he touched it, he felt that Lin Qiye's muscles were taut like an iron plate.
Lin Qiye took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the palpitations: "It's nothing."
"Let's go down the mountain first."
The three of them walked down the rugged mountain path in silence.
The blood-red sky overhead was like a giant curtain, making it hard to breathe.
"This is definitely not some bullshit natural phenomenon."
Wu Hen broke the silence first, glancing back at the mountaintop and spitting out a curse.
"Those three women ran faster than anyone else, saying it was a sign of 'Ragnarok',"
"I feel like someone set fire to their backyard."
Si Xiaonan, who was walking at the back, stiffened upon hearing this.
He whispered, "Brother Wu Hen, don't talk nonsense... The Three Fates wouldn't lie."
"They won't lie, but they might not see everything," Lin Qiye replied, his voice slightly hoarse.
“Scotyle said that a force had severed the threads of fate,”
"But she couldn't see what that power was, only that the source was within us."
"Isn't that enough?" Wu Hen shrugged.
“Someone stabbed us in the back, using us as weapons to be handed to the gods of Asgard.”
"We've been unfairly blamed for this."
Lin Qiye paused for a moment: "No, not entirely."
“That power… I can definitely feel it.”
“Scotti was right, it’s right next to me, even… inside my body.”
Wu Hen and Si Xiaonan looked at him at the same time, their eyes filled with shock.
"Old Lin, don't scare me." Wu Hen's expression turned serious.
"Besides number 27, is there something else hidden inside you?"
"I do not know."
Lin Qiye shook his head, his face full of confusion and seriousness.
All I know is that it was awakened by this blood-red sunset.
"Moreover, it is definitely related to the force that triggered all of this."
The air fell silent once more.
After walking for a long time, Si Xiaonan seemed to have finally mustered up her courage.
He spoke in a voice barely above a mosquito's buzz: "Lin Qiye, Brother Wu Hen... you must be careful."
"Hmm?" Wu Hen raised an eyebrow.
"The heavens of Asgard have changed. Once the foundation of the World Tree is shaken, many things that were previously suppressed by Odin's divine power will resurface."
Si Xiaonan avoided their gaze, not daring to look at them, "Over in Daxia..."
As she said this, she suddenly seemed to choke on something.
He swallowed the rest of his sentence, his face turning pale.
"What happened to Great Xia?" Wu Hen pressed.
"No...it's nothing." Si Xiaonan waved her hands repeatedly.
"I just feel that in the past, Asgard and Olympus kept each other in check and did not interfere with each other."
“Odin is currently preoccupied with his own problems, which may be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for some pantheons that have been lying low.”
She didn't say anything more, but her meaning was crystal clear.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, a dark look flashing in their eyes.
Who was happiest when Asgard was in chaos?
Naturally, these are its old rivals and those bystanders who dare not speak out.
The Great Xia pantheon has always been excessively low-key; who knows what role they actually play in this grand scheme?
And the two Great Xia people were standing at the eye of the storm, in Asgard.
This identity is so damn embarrassing.
Meanwhile, on Earth, at the Gods' Mental Hospital.
The morning sun was shining brightly, streaming through the window and onto the lawn in the garden.
Bragi, the Nordic poet, hummed his newly composed tune, feeling so happy he felt like he could fly.
He was holding a letter that had just been dropped into the mailbox.
That was his 237th love letter to the Muse, Clio.
"Good morning, little raccoon!" Bragi greeted the spirit servant sweeping fallen leaves with a cheerful smile.
The raccoon raised its head and waved its paw at him.
"Team Leader Li, you look great today!"
Li Yifei, the head of the nursing team, pushed up his glasses and nodded: "Mr. Bragi, your treatment seems to be very effective."
“Of course!” Bragi puffed out his chest proudly, feeling full of power.
Just then, a figure in a white coat appeared silently behind him.
"You did great, kid."
Yeland's voice was as flat as ever, devoid of any emotion, as if he were reciting a pre-programmed script.
Bragi was startled, turned around, and chuckled awkwardly, "Huh? Dr. Yeland, what did you say?"
"I just sent a letter, it's no big deal."
“A love letter, to Clio.” Yeland’s eyes were vacant, staring blankly at him.
"You did great, kid."
A chill instantly rose from Bragi's tailbone.
How did she know I sent a love letter? And how did she know it was for Cleo?
He felt that Yeland's gaze seemed to see right through him, leaving him nowhere to hide.
This feeling was unpleasant, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.
This can only be attributed to the mysterious healer's consistently bizarre style.
"Uh, thank you for the compliment, doctor..." Bragi smiled awkwardly, made an excuse, and quickly left.
In the instant he turned around, he didn't see the empty air behind Yeland.
A semi-transparent progress bar that only she could see was instantly filled in the last tiny gap.
[Braggi, Healing Progress: 95%]
The moment the progress bar jumped, Bragi stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
His head felt like it had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, and countless chaotic images and sounds flooded into his mind instantly.
"Om-!"
Bragi clutched his head and let out a muffled groan of pain.
A few seconds later, the excruciating pain subsided like a receding tide, but his world had completely changed.
His field of vision was divided into three parts.
To his left was the hospital garden where he was, bathed in sunshine and filled with the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers.
The two views on the right, however, are completely different.
In one of their views, the sky was an eerie blood red, and the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.
A young man dressed in black walked along a rugged mountain path with a furrowed brow.
Bragi could clearly sense the seriousness and vigilance in the young man's heart.
"These are... Dean Lin's eyes?" Bragi's mind went blank for a moment.
Before he could react, the scene in his other field of vision became clear.
The mountain road was also under a blood-red sky, but the angle was slightly different, allowing us to see the profile of the young man in black.
The person in the field of vision was cursing inwardly, complaining about being called a "charlatan" and a "scapegoat."
"That's Mr. Wu Hen?!"
Damn it? !
Bragi was completely dumbfounded.
Can I see things through the eyes of the dean and Mr. Wu Hen?
What kind of bizarre new ability is this?
Shared vision?
And it's a dual-track operation?!
He was overjoyed and instinctively wanted to test this newly awakened ability.
He closed his eyes, shifting his attention away from Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, and focusing instead on his own senses.
Previously, his perception could only cover a very small area.
But now, every corner of the entire mental hospital unfolds in his mind like a high-definition map.
He could "see" Sun Wukong stealing peaches in the kitchen.
You can "see" Li Yifei writing a report in his office, and you can "see" the raccoon secretly sweeping a few fallen leaves into the sewer.
Everything is crystal clear.
Bragi, feeling playful, controlled his senses and "wandered" around the hospital.
When his senses swept over the warehouse in the hospital's backyard, which was usually used to store miscellaneous items, his heart skipped a beat.
Not right.
He had been to that warehouse many times. It contained discarded tables, chairs, and medical equipment, and the energy fluctuations were always very calm.
But now, in his perception, there was nothing behind that tightly closed, heavy iron door at all.
Behind the door, a massive energy fluctuation, so large it made his heart tremble, lurked.
The fluctuation was suppressed by some more powerful force, forming an impenetrable barrier.
That was a seal.
A seal that... made his very soul tremble.
The smile on Bragi's face froze instantly, and a chill ran down his spine to the top of his head.
What exactly was locked up in the warehouse of this "mental hospital" where he had lived for so long?