It's time to become an evil god.

"do not know."

Bai Ge took the pickaxe from Nobi Shinsuke's hand, tossed it to him, and said impatiently, "But next time, can't you build a few more Ura-han worlds and have some fun?"

Nobita thought for a moment and said seriously, "If it were the Ura-han world, I would be willing to be a vegetable for the rest of my life."

Click.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind Bai Ge. He turned around and saw that Nobita's mother, Tamako, was standing not far away, holding a fruit knife in her hand. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with a crazy emotion as she slowly approached the two of them.

Nobita tentatively called out, "Mom..."

However, the other party mechanically swung the knife, muttering, "You, as long as I kill you, everything, everything will return to normal..."

"Mother……"

Nobita saw his familiar family member suddenly turn into a stranger. He couldn't bear it and turned to Bai Ge with a complicated expression, saying, "Doraemon, do it."

"it is good."

Doraemon nodded. Faced with the fruit knife in his mother's hand, who had lost her mind, the experienced Doraemon was prepared and calmly took out an apple and handed it to her.

Nobita felt his blood pressure rise instantly. "What are you doing, Doraemon? I told you to take care of her."

Click.

Yuko suddenly stopped, her eyes filled with madness. She opened her mouth wide, and several bluish, dead fingers emerged from deep in her throat, as if something wanted to come out.

"What the hell is this?!"

Da Xiong asked in fear and unease, "Is this also my subconscious?"

The television, which had been turned off, suddenly flickered with static, followed by a dark, gray screen. A bizarre woman with long hair covering her face and covered in blood stood in the hallway, holding a pair of scissors. She slowly approached the camera, leaving bloody footprints with each step...

dong dong dong.

Something was violently pounding on the window outside, with countless bloody handprints appearing on it, as if trying to break through the closed door and rush in.

Nobita retreated step by step in fright, gripping Doraemon's hand tightly, his lips trembling as he said, "What, what should we do, Doraemon? Quickly, use your invincible magic pocket to think of a solution!"

What else can we do?

Bai Ge suddenly seemed to understand something, and turned his head to look at Nobita in front of him.

"Since they can restart the game after killing you, have you ever thought about ending it all by committing suicide?"

"suicide?"

A sudden inspiration struck Nobita. He shoved his hand into Doraemon's pocket and shouted, "Quick, Doraemon, give me the 'Start Over' gun!"

Just as the monsters were about to pounce, Nobita chose to pull the trigger of the "Start Over" gun.

Everything around him shattered like a mirror, and darkness descended into silence. Then, Bai Ge seemed to see a blinding light.

Bai Ge barely opened his eyes. The surrounding ghosts and corpses were nowhere to be seen. Only a dim yellow light hung above his head, emitting a blinding glow.

The cold, rough walls and the gloomy colors outside the window seemed to be the world he was familiar with.

A soft call came from beside my ear.

"Hey, you've been sleeping for so long, you're finally awake."

Subconsciously squinting, Bai Ge looked down at her surroundings and saw herself sitting in a chair wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, her hands chained. Above her head hung an old slogan: "Actively cooperate with treatment and get out of the mental hospital as soon as possible."

Another round of role-playing?

Bai Ge observed his surroundings. There were four identical chairs next to him, all filled with people wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns.

The man on the far left is a strong, muscular man with a horrifying scar on his face. He stands silently with his arms crossed over his chest, reminiscent of the ruthless and talkative Crow Brother, Roy Cheung.

The second man from the left had very severe dark circles under his eyes, looked listless, and had a timid gaze, never daring to look at others. He looked like a teenager addicted to the internet who lacked Professor Yang's care.

The third man looked refined and polite, with a formulaic fake smile always on his face. He remained motionless, but his eyes were constantly darting around. He was quite handsome, but a bit ugly.

The last patient was a teenager, covered in scars, with his hands in casts and bandages, who remained expressionless and indifferent throughout.

The doctor in the white coat, with his back to me, was busy with something and didn't say a word.

The man sitting silently next to Bai Ge finally couldn't hold back any longer, "Hey, Number Five, why have you been babbling on and on to yourself since just now, introducing each of us, and why did you specifically add that I look like Brother Crow Zhang Yaoyang when you introduced me? Are you out of your mind?"

In the dim light, half of the man's face was hidden in the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression.

Bai Ge rolled her eyes at him and retorted confidently, "Isn't it normal for mentally ill people to have mental problems?"

The other person was stunned and speechless after being rebuked by Bai Ge.

"Humph."

Bai Ge gave a cold laugh, lowered his voice, and said, "Do you think there might be a normal person among us?"

"..."

Everyone remained silent, reluctant to acknowledge Bai Ge, but they all subconsciously glanced at their equally wary companions beside them, while no one looked at Bai Ge.

Because this person seems really abnormal.

"Shut up, all of you! Do you even want to get out of here?"

The doctor turned around impatiently, and all the patients immediately sat up straight and obediently, not daring to make a fuss.

"I'm so bored."

Bai Ge, who had caught this scene, stretched and tried to lighten the mood. He looked at the doctor who was preparing medical equipment and said with a smile, "Doctor, how about you perform eating poop for us?"

"shut up."

The irritable doctor slammed his fist on the table, took out a bottle of blood pressure medication from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, poured out two pills and put them in his mouth, glared at him fiercely, and said, "I feel like studying medicine can't save someone like you."

Bai Ge immediately stood up and protested, "Ahem, doctor, please don't demonize me, thank you, this is wrong."

"Humph."

The doctor, wearing a mask, retorted sarcastically, "Am I wrong?"

"Yes."

After a pause, Bai Ge said seriously, "Demons are not as terrifying as I am."

Chapter 43 What the hell did you see?

I slept well last night, so I'm posting earlier today.

The atmosphere was deathly still and oppressive. Bai Ge vaguely heard rustling footsteps coming from the corridor, as if something was constantly moving, which aroused everyone's vigilance.

After finishing his work, the doctor in the white coat pushed the platform cart to the front of the group. His cold gaze swept over the uneasy mice, and he said emotionlessly, "I am Dr. Li. You all don't need to be nervous. This is just a routine psychological treatment."

Bai Ge suddenly raised his hand and asked, "Doctor, I have a question. Since it's just regular psychotherapy, why did you prepare a scalpel and a bone saw? I feel like I can still be saved, really."

After a moment of silence, Dr. Li cursed, "You're the one who talks the most fucking nonsense."

"..."

Everyone else shut their mouths and stopped talking, seemingly waiting quietly for something.

An impatient Dr. Li picked up a pocket watch, placed it in front of everyone, and said, "The therapy session will begin at 12:39 a.m.

All the patients' eyes were involuntarily drawn to the spinning hands on the metal dial. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; only the sounds of breathing, heartbeats, and the ticking of the hands could be heard.

Tick, tick.

The moment the pointer swept across a certain number, everyone felt an indescribable drowsiness wash over them, their eyelids began to grow heavy, and they involuntarily wanted to close their eyes. Everyone realized that they absolutely could not fall asleep now and tried their best to stay awake.

Bai Ge was startled when his eyes involuntarily closed. He quickly opened them again, the entire incident lasting less than a second.

At that very moment, a strange change occurred in the treatment room.

There was an indescribable strange feeling in the treatment room; it was just a vague sense that something was wrong, and the ward I was in now was not the same ward I was in a second ago.

"It's 12:40 now, the treatment is officially starting."

Dr. Li stood out from the light, his voice different from before, stiff and cold, like a cold corpse in a morgue.

The lights overhead went out and then came back on, like a person who died and came back to life.

“You suffer from severe paranoia and schizophrenia. Today’s talk is to prepare for a unified treatment for you.”

Dr. Li flipped through the medical records in his hand, his voice calm, as if he were an observer standing aside, and continued, "You don't need to be nervous. Only by actively cooperating with the treatment can you be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible. Next, I will play a game with you. You just need to tell me your true thoughts from the bottom of your heart."

What games are you playing?

Bai Ge raised his head, his eyes lighting up instantly. Those around him felt a chill run down their spines at the sight, sensing something was amiss.

He said eagerly, "I used to be a power-type player who made it to the semifinals of the Yu-Gi-Oh! KC Cup."

Dr. Li frowned and repeated the question, "A power-type athlete?"

Bai Ge nodded seriously, "Yes, it's the kind of card game where you beat your opponent so badly they end up in the hospital. It caused players who were matched with me in the finals to immediately forfeit after seeing my name, which is why I made it into the top four."

"As for why I didn't win the championship, it's because the top three players were stronger than me."

Is this a card game or a boxing match, you know?

Dr. Li quipped, "Then you must be the best boxer among card players, the most powerful card player among boxers, right?"

Suddenly, Dr. Li shook his head, realizing something was wrong. "Wait a minute, why did I end up criticizing him?"

Dr. Li took a deep breath, trying to refocus. He picked up the pocket watch on the table, which had somehow transformed into a distorted Dali-like shape.

The doctor first looked at Bai Ge, pointed to Patient Number One sitting diagonally opposite him, and asked, "Tell me truthfully, what was your first impression of him?"

Bai Ge stared intently at Number One's fierce face. The once unfamiliar face seemed to become more and more familiar, as if he had seen this person somewhere before, but deep in his memory, he was trying his best to deny it.

The ticking of the mechanical watch lingered in Bai Ge's ears, and her vision seemed to slowly blur, the scene before her becoming unreal. Bai Ge could only dig her fingernails deep into her flesh, using the pain to resist the drowsiness that was fading from her consciousness.

After a long pause, Bai Ge looked up, took a deep breath, and slowly said, "I feel like he's trash."

"You dare call me trash?"

Feeling looked down upon, Number One's face darkened, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Stop."

Unexpected events occurred frequently during the treatment. Dr. Li frowned and warned, "Please be mindful of your manners during treatment and refrain from using offensive language."

"sorry."

Bai Ge nodded and bowed slightly to Patient Number One, and said sincerely, "If you feel that calling me 'garbage' hurts your fragile self-esteem, then I will give you a more friendly and polite reply."