**Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)**
**Chapter 7: Psych patient**
“You are under arrest for suspected murder.”
The young man, covered in blood and expressionless, was handcuffed and escorted into the police car.
…
“He’s a mental patient with severe schizophrenia. We can’t sentence him until he’s cured.”
“He killed over two hundred people! And you’re telling me he can’t be sentenced?”
“Yes, and the Young Master Zhang, who was clearly the instigator, is still at large. Why don’t you arrest him?”
“I…”
In the conference room, a group of men in uniform argued fiercely.
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“Here is your hospital gown. The toilet is here. Do you understand?”
The young man nodded expressionlessly. His eyes, devoid of light, were filled with a deathly stillness.
His emaciated face and pale skin gave him a sickly appearance.
His disheveled hair had clearly not been cut in a long time.
…
His name was Qi Wub, a mental patient.
And also an extremely dangerous murderer.
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Blue Star, Huaxing United Republic, Beijing.
This was Iron Prison, the largest and most strictly managed psychiatric hospital in the entire Huaxing United Republic.
It was also a special prison used to detain the most dangerous criminals.
Qi Wub, dressed in a white hospital gown, stood by the window, staring blankly outside.
A sparrow was hopping around.
After watching for a moment, he pursed his lips and suddenly reached out a pale, large hand towards the sparrow.
The sparrow, surprisingly bold, didn’t flee. Instead, it hopped into his hand.
“Poof.”
The sparrow was crushed. A morbid smile spread across Qi Wub’s face. He then shoved the sparrow’s corpse into his mouth, crimson blood flowing down his chin and dripping to the ground with a soft “pat.”
“Creeak.”
The iron door was opened by a prison guard.
“Qi Wub, it’s time for your medical visit today.”
“Oh.”
Qi Wub turned mechanically, walked to the door, and gave the guard a gentle smile. The guard glanced at the blood and feathers on Qi Wub’s lips and frowned, but ultimately said nothing. He then led Qi Wub, who had once again become expressionless, to the interview room.
“Qi Wub?”
The elderly doctor with graying hair pushed up his glasses, frowning as he looked at Qi Wub’s medical records.
[Schizophrenia, but with clear logic; suspected to have extreme aggression.]
“Here.”
Qi Wub responded, speaking only when necessary.
“Wipe your mouth first.”
The old doctor set aside Qi Wub’s medical records. After Qi Wub wiped the blood from his mouth with a tissue, he asked with a smile and a kind tone:
“Today, I’ll ask you the same question as before.”
“How do you view your actions of killing people?”
“Killing?”
Qi Wub’s vacant eyes stared directly at the doctor. A smile crept onto his lips, growing wider and wider until he bared a huge grin. Yet, his eyes remained deathly still, as if surrounded by corpses.
“My pure moment is worth more than your lifetime of lies.”
The same words again. The old doctor’s face darkened upon hearing Qi Wub’s response. After a moment of contemplation, he took a deep breath and said slowly:
“Killing is wrong. It’s an illegal act. You can resolve any grievances through legal channels, not by arbitrarily taking others’ lives for your selfish desires. What do you think?”
“I am both light and darkness.” Qi Wub shook his head. “I shine with them, and our shadows are cast on the walls. The only way to destroy demons is with love. I know they are my salvation. They taught me how to express love, with a dagger, with blood, just like in the Garden of Eden. Only with love can demons be killed, so I merged with them.”
Qi Wub muttered to himself, head bowed, unsure if he was speaking to himself or answering the old doctor. “Do you understand what love is? For that moment, it’s worth praying thousands of times, hee hee…”
Seeing Qi Wub fall into his delusion again, the old doctor sighed helplessly. A pitiable child, what a shame.
“Qi Wub, you still need treatment. You must understand that you have a sister who needs your care. So, no matter what, you must face the real world, instead of getting lost in your own world and playing games with yourself.”
The old doctor finished speaking and waved his hand wearily, signaling the prison guard to take Qi Wub away. He needed the patient to understand things from a normal person’s perspective, but Qi Wub’s worldview was already twisted.
The maniacal smile on Qi Wub’s face subsided as if nothing had happened. He stood up and obediently followed the prison guard out of the interview room, showing no sign of being a murderer responsible for over two hundred lives.
At that very moment, the entire world suddenly froze.
Qi Wub’s vision went black, then bright. He found himself pulled into an azure space. Before him stood a figure cloaked in shadow, seemingly a man. In his hand, he held a blue planet, emanating a powerful and mysterious oppressive aura that words could not describe its grandeur and magnificence. This was a god, perhaps even the will of the world. Qi Wub felt a sense of recognition.
Then, the magnificent being spoke. Its majestic and ancient voice, though distant, sounded as if it were right beside his ear.
“Young man, I see you possess exceptional talent. Are you willing to become my leader in attacking other worlds?”
“Of course, you won’t be fighting alone. A group of players will follow you and be under your command.”
“I’m sorry, I refuse.” Qi Wub shook his head. Even meeting a god couldn’t change his vacant gaze. He seemed to have lost interest in everything.
“I can heal your sister’s legs. And this world is facing a crisis. If we don’t invade other worlds, everyone will die, not just me, but you and your sister too.”
The Blue Star Will waved its hand lightly, and a screen appeared before Qi Wub. It showed his sister, Qi Yaya. The girl, looking somewhat gaunt, was gazing out the window at the withered poplar trees, her eyes filled with longing and hidden pain.
“Yaya…” A trace of gentle light flickered in Qi Wub’s deathly still eyes. He hadn’t seen his sister in a long time.
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because I can stop time and pull you into this space.”
“Everyone will die?”
“Yes.”
“No, Yaya can’t die…” Qi Wub’s expression instantly turned frantic. “I accept your request, but you must heal Yaya’s legs.” He spoke slowly.
“Agreed, on the condition that you complete my mission.” The Blue Star Will was very satisfied. It waved its hand again. The screen in front of them changed, replaying scenes of Ye Hao leading players in a game.
“This was the previous leader. As you can see, he failed.”
“Are these people the players? And is Ye Hao the so-called protagonist, the invader?” A useless person who traded with the Abyss and was bewitched.
Qi Wub frowned as he watched the scenes, falling silent for a moment. With a blank expression and cold eyes, he said, “I am willing to help you invade this world, for my sister.”
“However, I require you to promise me one thing.”
“What is it?” The Blue Star Will’s tone was cold.
“I want to ‘kill’ some players and re-select the true invaders.” Qi Wub’s voice was low, his tone devoid of emotion. “Because from the scenes I just witnessed, the current players are unworthy of being invaders.”
