And this was only the beginning.
Lin Qiye gazed at the blade-carved words covering the walls, his expression complicated.
But in the end, he still raised the blade in his hand and carved forcefully into the wall with unwavering resolve!
After carving several words, Lin Qiye returned the knife to the table, took a deep breath, turned, and pushed open the door to leave the ward.
"Thief! Blasphemer! Damn vermin!!"
The moment he opened the door, Chaos stood outside and cursed venomously!
Lin Qiye ignored its existence entirely, passing straight through it and heading for the stairs. Chaos could only grit its teeth and follow behind him.
"So, what are you going to do now? Send him a letter?" Chaos walked beside him, its expression suddenly more solemn than ever. "Give up... he will never reply to you. While you were dreaming, I already killed him!! Hahahaha..."
Chaos's arrogant laughter echoed through the corridor, but Lin Qiye acted as though he had heard nothing. Expressionless, he crossed the courtyard and arrived before the green mailbox beside the gates of the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.
It was an utterly ordinary mailbox. It had already been there when Lin Qiye first acquired the hospital. Back then, he had thought the design rather pointless, since no one would ever send a letter to this hospital... especially now that it stood in a high-dimensional world.
But this time, Lin Qiye opened the mailbox. A parchment letter lay quietly inside, its surface stamped with a vivid crimson postmark.
In the lower-right corner of the envelope was a line written in elegant medieval English script:
--Dear Lin.
Chaos's face turned livid at the sight of the letter.
Amid Chaos's stream of curses, Lin Qiye took the letter back to his room, locked the door behind