Strongest Maniac: Born in an Asylum

They had graduated from the four institutes, ready to join the special department to fight for their country, to fight for all of humanity.

These were the slogans they had shouted at graduation.

Director Hess beamed, "Welcome, students, to the Green Mountain Asylum. Let me introduce myself. My name is Hess, and I am the director here. In a moment, I will take you all on a tour of the asylum."

"You can rest assured, the mental patients here are not what you think. You'll see when you interact with them."

His gentle gaze rested on each and every student.

Mmm! Not bad! A few of them are rich.

One-Eye was indeed a good friend. The quality of the students he had arranged was quite good. If he handled this right, he could make a nice profit.

A staff member whispered, "Director Hess, these are all people who have never been through the wringer. You know what to do. The only requirement is that no one can die."

"What are you talking about? My Green Mountain is so safe, how could anyone die? I don't understand what you're saying," Director Hess said with a frown.

The staff member smiled awkwardly. Yes, yes, you're right.

"Students, please come with me," Director Hess said enthusiastically.

Green Mountain Asylum was always bustling, but with so many volunteers today, it was even more lively than usual.

On the green lawn.

The mental patients roamed freely in their green world.

Leo and Walter, as usual, were lying on their stomachs, their butts in the air. They weren't watching the ants go home. They were carefully whispering to each other.

"They're always watching us. I can't find a chance to lead them away," Walter said.

"Don't be anxious," Leo replied.

They had already decided at the hospital that they would try again when they got back. But two orderlies were standing under the high-voltage box, holding clubs, their eyes like hawks, focused solely on Leo and Walter. And it wasn't just them. The other orderlies on patrol would also occasionally glance at them.

This was not a good feeling.

While they were in the hospital, Director Hess had surrounded the high-voltage box with a fence and had personally given the orderlies their most important task: At any time, anywhere, if you see the two patients from Room 666, you are to stare at them. Stare at them until they're dead.

In the distance, Director Hess was leading the students through a corridor. He pointed to the patients on the green lawn. "These are our patients. They come here every day to relax."

The students followed the direction of his finger and whispered amongst themselves. They felt that these patients were very pitiful. This place was like a cage, seemingly vast but actually very small. To be trapped here must be very lonely.

But thinking that they were mental patients, they still felt a little scared.

"Alright, you can go and talk to the patients. Maybe you'll discover something new," Director Hess said with a smile.

The graduates from the four institutes were all very curious. At first, no one dared to move. But after a few brave ones took the lead, the rest of them loosened up.

"Director Hess, is this really okay?" the staff member from the special department asked. He was a little worried. After all, they were mental patients, and their thoughts and minds were unpredictable.

Director Hess smiled. "Don't worry, what could happen? Let me tell you, my patients are all kind people. They're not like those with violent tendencies. They're pure mental patients. The only difference between them and normal people is their way of thinking and their understanding of the world."

"Director Hess is very knowledgeable about these things," the staff member said.

Director Hess smiled calmly. "You don't become a director without some professional ability."

Although he said that, he didn't tell the staff member that while his patients wouldn't harm others, the students who interacted with the two patients from Room 666 needed to have a stable mind and an unwavering worldview. Otherwise, there would be no problem.

But if they wavered even a little, the consequences would be hard to say.

In the distance, the graduates from the four institutes had all found patients they thought were suitable. They greeted them with smiles, wanting to blend in. The process was a bit rocky, but fortunately, nothing happened.

Kyle stood on the lawn, seeing that everyone else had already found a patient. He naturally couldn't fall behind. He looked around.

Suddenly, he saw two butts wiggling in the distance. He didn't know what they were doing lying there, but that didn't matter. No one was talking to them, so he would go over.

The special department had arranged for them to come to Green Mountain Asylum. He didn't have any particular thoughts about it, just that the special department was a thoughtful organization.

Who are we protecting? We're protecting those who are free. But there are places they can't see, like this place, a group of people living in a closed environment. This is all they have. It's truly pitiful.

Did they want to become mental patients? No... they naturally didn't want to. It was caused by some special reason.

Kyle walked forward. He was a man with a sense of justice. Since he was a child, his parents had told him that he must protect the weak when he grew up. Because when his mother was pregnant with him, she had been attacked by a malevolent entity. If it weren't for the heroes who had given their lives to protect his mother, he might not have been born into this world.

So, since he was a child, he had made a vow to successfully enroll in one of the four institutes.

As a graduate of the Mountain Sect High Institute, he naturally had a sense of superiority, but he hid it very well. He was a kind-hearted person and would not show off his status in front of those who were less fortunate. When others praised him, he would modestly wave his hand, change the subject, and talk about something else. He wasn't the type to show off, for fear of causing misunderstandings and alienating others.

Leo and Walter were discussing how to lead the bad people away so they could climb the high-voltage box. But they had thought of many ways and couldn't come up with one. It wasn't that their minds weren't smart, but that there were too many bad people.

"Hello, what are you doing?" Kyle crouched down, greeting the two patients with a smile. He revealed what he thought was a very friendly smile, hoping it would make them feel his friendliness.

"Hello."

"Hello."

Leo and Walter looked up at him and simultaneously extended their hands. Someone had come to greet them, so they had to respond.

Kyle smiled. It seems the first step was a success.

He wanted to shake Leo's hand, but Leo pulled his hand back. Then he wanted to shake Walter's hand, but Walter also pulled his hand back. Then, the two of them extended their hands again at the same time.

"You should shake my friend's hand first," Leo said.

"You should shake his hand first," Walter said.

Their friendship was very good. They even offered each other apples. And now, they were offering each other the chance to make a new friend.

Kyle was faced with a difficult problem. He really wanted to ask, Doesn't the order matter? But he held his tongue. He remembered what Director Hess had just told them: When communicating with mental patients, don't limit yourselves to your own understanding. Often, a small, ordinary thing can have a different meaning. If you have an epiphany, then congratulations, you have tentatively integrated into their world.

Kyle smiled, a brilliant smile. He crossed his hands and shook both Leo's and Walter's hands at the same time.

What a perfect maneuver. This small problem was no match for him.

"My name is Kyle."

"Leo."

"Walter."