I write obituaries for the gods

"What is its function?" Lin Chen asked, looking at Buendia.

"After devouring two Alpha-level demigods, you should have realized that even if you can project their abilities, your body cannot fully withstand them."

Mayor Buendía interlaced his fingers, supporting his chin:

"The effect of comet essence is simple: it strengthens the individual's connection with the subspace and enhances the individual's tolerance to the subspace."

"For those who have awakened their psychic powers, this injection means enhanced abilities."

"And for you..."

Mayor Buendía chuckled:

"This means that the upper limit of your projection of demigod abilities will be raised to the 'Beta level'."

......

Chapter Seven: Sleeping in Each Other's Arms (6000 words)

A deep blue comet fell on Rain City, bringing with it demigods, which has always been an important premise of the theory of the origin of demigods.

Of course, although this story is fake and fabricated by the Foundation, the existence of the "Blue Comet" is real.

And inside the syringe in front of them was a fragment of that comet.

Ordinary spiritual awakeners would become stronger after being injected with it, but Lin Chen was different—he possessed the "Mirage City," and for him, the increased tolerance meant that he could further mobilize the power of an Alpha-level demigod.

Without a doubt, "Comet Essence" is a rare and precious treasure for Lin Chen.

"I suspect there are side effects."

Lin Chen looked up at Mayor Buendía.

"Is it right?"

“Generally speaking, there will be a period of high fever, and you may have some nightmares,” Mayor Buendía shrugged. “Just make sure to stay hydrated.”

"Nothing else?" Lin Chen raised his eyebrows.

"If we have to put it into words, the very existence of 'power' is a side effect."

Mayor Buendía's eyes gleamed with a deep blue light.

“Look at those demigods. They were originally just ordinary people—or even less popular ones. I don’t think we can take away their human status. But the arrival of supernatural power distorted their personalities, amplified their flaws, and turned them into lawless villains.”

"You have to admit that before becoming Optimus Prime, Johnston was at most a teenager with some violent tendencies. What he needed was psychological counseling and social discipline, not 23mm shotgun shells."

"The question is, will you be corrupted by power?" Buendia stared directly at Lin Chen. "You killed a demigod with violence. Does that mean you will eventually become an existence more terrifying than a demigod?"

"Good luck, ghost."

"..."

On the way back, Lin Chen looked at the box in his hand with a complicated expression.

In fact, he was not unaware of these changes happening to him.

He was once just a college graduate who drifted along with the tide, a food deliveryman, but ever since he gained power comparable to a demigod, his mindset has gradually changed.

No matter which enemy stands in his way, he no longer needs to cower; he simply needs to pick up his axe and shotgun, and charge in to fight.

What if one day he becomes like those demigods, devoured by his own power and turned into a puppet of that power?

Mayor Buendía's words indeed gave Lin Chen much to think about.

Is this injection really reliable?

Li Zhanyi held the box and carefully examined its contents.

"Ouch... I couldn't have predicted what would happen after it pierced your body," Li Zhanyi puffed out his cheeks. "This is terrible..."

"I might need your help looking after me for a while," Lin Chen sighed softly. "Once I'm feeling better, you should go and rest. Don't stay up too late; you're tired tonight too."

“It’s no problem,” Li Zhanyi smiled. “I’m fine sleeping on the floor!”

At this moment, the two were in Lin Chen's bedroom: the furnishings here could only be described as acceptable, the bed was fairly clean, and the space was fairly spacious, but that was all.

This place doesn't feel like home at all; it's more like a small hotel.

Perhaps it will be better if we arrange things properly afterward.

"Are you sure you want to fight?" Li Zhanyi was still a little worried. "Actually, it's not like you have to shoulder all this alone. We can take it slowly. If we can contact some friends, we won't be fighting alone... Look, Brother Hao and Shen Xuanyi are both potential partners, aren't they?"

Lin Chen shook his head:

"I have no room for error."

He raised his head and looked directly at Li Zhanyi.

"I don't want to lose you all."

After being stared at by Lin Chen for a while, Li Zhanyi turned her gaze away somewhat awkwardly.

"Alright, let's fight then. Old Jiang even stocked up on popsicles in the freezer. I'll shove a popsicle in your mouth when you get a fever."

"That's not necessary..." Lin Chen chuckled.

"Let's begin then."

Li Zhanyi picked up the instruction manual from the box and read it for a while.

“Just stab it in the heart,” she whispered. “That’s terrifying… Take off your clothes.”

So, Lin Chen took off his shirt, revealing his muscular physique.

Li Zhanyi took out iodine and cotton balls and clumsily disinfected Lin Chen's skin.

After disinfecting, she carefully picked up the syringe and whispered:

"It might hurt a little, but bear with it."

"Come on." Lin Chen closed his eyes.

At first, it was just a slight pain.

The pain gradually intensified, feeling like flames burning in my chest.

Lin Chen opened his eyes and saw Li Zhanyi pushing the syringe little by little. Under the pressure inside the syringe, the comet essence gradually turned into a liquid, dark blue light and was injected into Lin Chen's body.

As the medicine entered the body, the pain gradually disappeared, replaced by waves of coldness.

cold.

Lin Chen's consciousness gradually became chaotic.

After the injection, he lay down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" Li Zhanyi's voice came from afar.

"It's cold," Lin Chen replied softly.

"Then rest, I'm checking your temperature..."

"..."

Dream.

Lin Chen dreamt that he was standing in a white hall, standing there blankly.

Bright red marks were visible all around him.

Corpses lay sprawled at his feet, their postures contorted.

No... is he standing?

He lay prone in the pool of blood, crawling forward little by little.

"Lin Chen, take Yu Mao and run!" A voice came from afar. Was it just said? No, it was said much earlier.

He said this before the gun went off.

When did the gunshot ring out? Were the people in the hall killed by gunshot?

Lin Chen didn't remember.

All he remembered was that he wanted to crawl forward because another person had also been shot.

Someone he cares about a lot.

Someone he really wanted to protect.

He embraced the girl curled up in the pool of blood and kissed her forehead.

“You won’t be alone…” he said softly.

"I... um..."

On the bed, Li Zhanyi was trembling all over.

She had intended to cover Lin Chen with a blanket, but he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed.

Then, Lin Chen hugged her tightly in his arms.

The boy's breathing was hot, and he looked pained, probably experiencing a nightmare.

Ah... he had a nightmare...

Li Zhanyi gently touched her forehead, feeling the dampness, and pursed her lips.

"You idiot..." she whispered, closing her eyes.

All the grievances that had been building up all night suddenly came to the surface: Lao Jiang was gone, all the seniors were gone, Louis had suddenly become a different person, and former colleagues were now at odds with each other.

I can't go home, I can't play games, and I can't hug that big teddy bear pillow tonight.

It was as if her familiar life had been suddenly stripped away and dragged to a place far, far away from her, and whether she could go back was still unknown.

"Waaah..."

Li Zhanyi gently hugged Lin Chen, tears streaming down her face.

She curled up and drifted off to sleep.

......

"Sleep well in your iron cage, Commander Marcusco, ha ha ha ha!"

"Bang!"

After the cage was closed, Marcus lay there for a while before getting up.

"Damn it, you little bastard."

He spat, trying to get rid of the metallic taste in his mouth.

"Marcus...you've been locked up too...what a rare guest..."

Marcus looked up and saw a dazed, thin figure lying on the bed opposite his cell.

“Isn’t this Wu Hao?” Marcus chuckled. “An old acquaintance.”

"You were also sent in by Jiang Zhengge?" Wu Hao murmured.

“What a load of bull. Hua Molan is in trouble, and the Investigation Bureau has been overthrown,” Marcus sat down on the edge of his bed. “There’s a war going on outside, and you’re sleeping soundly here.”

"hehe..."

Wu Hao laughed, his laughter growing louder and louder, his joy increasing with each laugh.

"Hehehehe, hehehehehe..."

He laughed for a long time, and Marcus just stared at him for a long time.

"This is the consequence of the Investigation Bureau's incompetence over the years," Wu Hao said. "They tried to cover everything up, and in the end, they were treated like stray dogs on the street, kicked to death..."

Marcus did not speak.

He spat again, then reached into his mouth and fiddled with it.

"Crack... Ouch, that fucking hurts."

Marcus removed a tooth and walked to a corner of the prison.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Hao asked.

"Want to go out?" Marcus asked without turning his head.

"Go out...what are you going out for? Isn't it wartime? Are you going out to die?"