I Slay Gods in a Mental Hospital · Chat

Early autumn that year, the sunlight was faint.\n\nA boy with a black silk band over his eyes pushed open the rusted iron gate of the mental asylum. Behind him was the Dean chasing him and shouting "Remember to take your medicine," and ahead was the road leading to Cangnan No. 2 Middle School. Lin Qiye walked steadily, as if blindness had never troubled him—in fact, what troubled him were the things only he could see.\n\nMeanwhile, at the other end of the city, the genius boy An Qingyu frowned slightly at the specimen on the dissection table, the gaze behind his glasses as calm as anything but a high school student's; in the orphanage, the defiant Shen Qingzhu had just finished a one-against-ten fight, his mouth bleeding but his face full of indifference; Baili Pangpang sat in the back of a Rolls-Royce, listlessly playing with the latest magic treasure, wondering what bad luck he would encounter today; and further away, on Mount Jiuhua, Cao Yuan, who carried the burden of three hundred and thirty-three lives, was opening his eyes from bitter cultivation, his raised eyes completely dead.\n\nA web of fate is slowly tightening.\n\nNo one knows that this group of teenagers scattered across the country will stand side by side under the name "Nightfall" one day in the future, facing the gods directly. At this moment, they are just the misfits in their own stories—and all this has only just begun.\n\n<choice_group>\n <choice id="1">Change the direction of the topic</choice>\n <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice>\n <choice id="3">Advance the current plot</choice>\n</choice_group>