To an Unfamiliar God

To treat the mental illness of Nyx, the goddess of darkness, Lin Qiye had accepted her as his mother.

But he had never expected Nyx to take Zhou Meng for her husband.

Just like that, he had gone from an orphan to having both parents!

But that wasn't necessarily a good thing, because both of his parents were mentally ill!

Forget it. So what if they're mentally ill? One lets me draw abilities, and the other can give me traits directly. Even if they're mentally ill, they're top-tier mental patients.

Seeing the complicated look on Lin Qiye's face, Zhou Meng found it a little funny. He decided to continue upstairs and see what the Dean's Office was like.

Leaving Lin Qiye and Nyx alone, he went straight into the Dean's Office on the third floor.

The Dean's Office was neither large nor small, and it looked rather messy. A white coat hung on the coat rack. It had probably been left there by Ji Nian, the owner of the mental hospital. Lin Qiye had yet to visit the room, so he hadn't taken it away.

Ji Nian had left a letter for Lin Qiye in the Dean's Office. It roughly explained the history of the mental hospital and how she had borrowed three magical treasures from three patients.

Those three magical treasures were actually meant to protect Lin Qiye's life from the causality-based erasure of the Forbidden Ruins [Shiva's Curse].

That letter should have been hidden in a drawer of the Dean's Office desk.

But Zhou Meng had no interest in it. He already knew what the letter said, along with the whole story, and he had no plans to tell Lin Qiye about any of it.

If he told him now, there might be one more patient in the mental hospital.

Just as he had finished looking around the Dean's Office and was preparing to leave, his gaze fell on a letter sitting perfectly straight on the rather cluttered desk.

How could a letter be sitting so neatly in such a messy room? Besides, Zhou Meng didn't remember there being two letters in the room.

Puzzled, he raised a hand and stole the envelope into his grasp.

He unfolded the somewhat creased letter, and crooked handwriting appeared before Zhou Meng's eyes.

"To an unfamiliar god: Hello! I'm the previous director of this place. By the time you read this letter, the current director should have arrived, right? Although I don't know who he is either. Hehe."

"I distinctly remember there being only six wards here, but at some point, your ward appeared in this mental hospital too. And I can't figure out who you are. After I entered your room, you wouldn't wake up no matter how I called to you!"

"But the one thing I can be sure of is that you probably aren't a god of this world."

"Anyway, by the time you read this letter, I'll have returned this mental hospital to the new director. I hope you can help the director, just like the other patients!"

"Oh, right! I took something that appeared in this mental hospital along with you. It's a little strange, and I haven't figured it out yet! If we meet again someday, I'll give it back to you then! Thanks!"

When Zhou Meng finished the letter, both his expression and his feelings were complicated.

The letter had obviously been left there by Ji Nian, and it was addressed to him.

Although most of the letter was nonsense, he could still glean some information about himself from it.

First, he hadn't been brought into the mental hospital as part of her plan; he had appeared out of thin air.

Second, Ji Nian believed he wasn't a god of this world, and she didn't know his true identity either.

Finally, something had appeared in the mental hospital along with him, but Ji Nian had taken it away to study.

How could that little girl take someone else's things without asking? I'm the God of Theft, yet someone stole something from me while I was unconscious and didn't give it back. Isn't that too embarrassing?

Still, it also meant that once he found Ji Nian, he would most likely be able to learn from her what the thing that had appeared with him actually was.

Zhou Meng felt that the object was definitely connected to his identity. Perhaps when he saw it, he would be able to recover his lost memories.

"Hey, Brother Meng, there you are!" Lin Qiye's voice suddenly rang out behind him. "This is the Dean's Office, right? That's a nice white coat. Sure enough, if I'm going to treat you all, I need to dress like a doctor!"

Lin Qiye promptly slipped on the white coat.

"My good son, what do you need from your father?" Zhou Meng asked with a smile.

Lin Qiye didn't want to trade barbs with the God of Theft in front of him, so he ignored Zhou Meng's joke and shook the medicine box in his hand.

"I found this in the medicine storeroom on the second floor. The doctors outside said that people with amnesia should take this. Here, it's for you."

Zhou Meng could clearly see the name of the medicine written on the bottle.

[Donepezil (for gods)]

Isn't this stuff used to treat Alzheimer's disease, also known as senile dementia?

"I have amnesia! Not dementia! Look at my hair! Look at my face! The way I talk—does any of that look like dementia to you?" Zhou Meng was furious.

"Hey, don't get worked up. Look, you don't know what's wrong with you, and neither do I, so we'll just have to try things one at a time, won't we? Besides, you're a god. No medicine can kill you, so we might as well give it a shot."

"Five milligrams a day, preferably before bed. Oh, wait, do you even need to sleep?" Lin Qiye said with a mischievous grin.

Zhou Meng, furious, twitched a finger and stole the medicine from Lin Qiye's hand.

He examined the packaging carefully. Apart from the medicine's name and dosage, there were no trademarks, anti-counterfeiting labels, or anything of the sort.

Even if I really did have dementia, would this stuff work?

Forget it, who cares? My good son Lin Qiye is right. Might as well give it a shot. What if it works?

Zhou Meng went downstairs with Lin Qiye. Lin Qiye went to give Nyx her medicine, then his consciousness left the mental hospital, while Zhou Meng went straight back to his ward.

He took out a small bottle of medicine, stuck a straw into it, and took a hard pull. A rush of coolness shot straight to his forehead, making Zhou Meng shudder.

Isn't this really just counterfeit cooling balm or mint water? Come to think of it, even if it's labeled "for gods," can a product of modern medicine really work on a god?

Zhou Meng couldn't help looking back at the wall. His mental illness index remained at 99.99%, unchanged.

Tch, I knew it. It's a scam for gods.

It'd be more useful as a refreshing drink.

Just as he was about to put the box of medicine aside, something suddenly stirred within him. Zhou Meng squeezed his eyes shut and felt as though vague images were flickering in and out of view in his mind.

Could this medicine actually work?

Zhou Meng hurriedly picked the medicine back up and drank another bottle. The images in his mind seemed to grow clearer.

It looked like two people were sitting around a table, with seven dishes that looked, smelled, and tasted delicious laid out on it.

Wait, why can I smell them?

Zhou Meng promptly gulped down the entire box of medicine.

The scene in his mind finally appeared before his eyes in perfect clarity.

Before him were a middle-aged woman and a delicate-featured boy. Weren't they Lin Qiye's aunt and his younger brother, Yang Jin?

Isn't my point of view the same as Lin Qiye's right now?

Gods were originally only able to see this when treatment progress reached 95%, but after drinking a few bottles of medicine, I can see it already?

At that moment, Lin Qiye, who was just about to dig in, seemed to sense something and looked up at the pitch-black night sky, where rain was pouring down.