The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

The little boy: "..."

He said in a deep voice, "You call this a drawing? Are you joking with me?"

"This is postmodern art, minimalist lines that can evoke a spirit and visual sense that thick and rich colors could never capture." Su Qi talked confidently, easily spouting a great deal of theory.

Clearly, the little boy was serious about painting; it was as if a wave of contaminated theory had crashed into his head.

"Alright, the check-up is over, little friend. Remember to take care of yourself and study hard." Su Qi retracted his stethoscope and headed out.

Although it was only the third room.

Su Qi was already handling it with ease, and he had almost completely figured out what was happening here and inferred the identities of the several people in the room.

"Anyone who still considers them mere abnormalities is a fool."

Su Qi: "Each one of them is related to the Divine... or rather, they themselves are Divine beings..."

He wasn't just some ordinary assistant.

Nor was he inexperienced; from various clues and the information provided by the questions, Su Qi could boldly guess their identities.

"The black blood flowing from each one of them is the power of the Abyss's Black Fog... The so-called illness is debatable, but it's also likely they are the severe wounds they once received in great battles."

"And the patterns on the three medicine boxes... they're not simple either, likely each is their respective Totem, each one representing a Divine being."

"If they are Divine beings, to think that all five of them... are all locked up in such a bizarre hospital."

There are many different versions of the legends in the present world.

In the mythological epics of the universal battle, countless Divine beings and the Abyss burst into terrifying combat, numerous worlds destroyed, a great many Divine beings, powerful believers, and mighty beings fell, slept, or were sealed into the Ancient Battlefield.

It seemed he had entered into an extraordinary place.

However.

Although he had a general judgment and guess, the ensuing questions became even more numerous.

... Was the appearance of the intern assistant meant to treat their wounds?

Or perhaps to rescue them from this place?

But so far, it didn't seem like he had succeeded.

And who was Doctor Doli? And the caretaker... why did he ask him to help put things away?

Room No. 4.

Su Qi glanced at it briefly; it didn't give him a good feeling, and the record book had no content about the patient inside.

Instead of entering in order, he chose Door No. 5.

As soon as he entered.

Someone suddenly lunged at him with force.

Su Qi didn't hesitate to kick out, sending the person flying!

From the above three cases, it seemed that these Divine beings didn't possess great Strength here; instead, they were as weak as ordinary people.

"Ouch... it hurts so bad..."

The person exclaimed after crashing hard onto the floor.

The person before him, with somewhat disheveled brown hair... wearing thick black-framed glasses, rolled around holding his head in agony, but suddenly stopped and revealed a maniacal smile: "Ahahaha, just kidding, although it really hurts! But that was a nice kick!"

Su Qi had a ready retort: "Of course, it's from playing soccer."

The person turned his head, but hesitated for a moment.

Because.

Su Qi was now reclining on his bed, stretching out his hand to flip through the books on a nearby shelf:

""Being and Time","Metaphysics" "Being and Nihility"...

"I thought you might... be curable of mental illness, but now it seems... reading so much philosophy, you really are beyond help."

"It's my spiritual nourishment, and I'm certainly not mentally ill." The person before him licked his lips and actually showed a polite smile, although it was stiff and his face continued to twitch, veins pulsating: "However, forgive my earlier rudeness... it was just seeing a new assistant! I was too excited, to have someone to exchange thoughts with who has not been polluted by knowledge!"

Su Qi: "... So you're saying you're very knowledgeable?"

"In my head, there's too much knowledge... Every minute and second I must think intensely, or it will bring me unbearable pain." His eyes showed madness: "I know you want to examine me, but... sorry, you can only leave here if you satisfy me."

Su Qi looked at the person in front of him.

The person before him... wasn't just nominally insane, he was like a mad sage of wisdom!

The question mark even directly displayed the identity of the other party.

[God of Knowledge]

This piece of information was equivalent to hammering home Su Qi's previous judgments.

Everyone in the five rooms was divine and had suffered unimaginable severe afflictions.

Including.

The person before him...

Thick Black Fog seeped from all seven of his orifices, as if everything within his brain had been thoroughly polluted, eroded, and possessed an unbearable pain.

All over the wall were impact marks.

It seemed, as he had said, that being unable to communicate would plunge him into horrific torture.

No wonder Doctor Doli felt mentally tormented every time after his examinations.

"Satisfied?" Su Qi closed the philosophy book, "For instance?"

"Inquire about all the knowledge you have come into contact with in your past! Thinking will alleviate my pain! Of course... I will only give you ten chances, and if you can't manage it... you'll remain here forever!" He pushed his glasses up and revealed a manic smile, "But rest assured, I won't harm you, I'll just infuse you with my knowledge until your mind collapses."

Su Qi merely glanced at him coolly.

"Alright, the first question... When I was eight years old, I flung a stone at the headmaster's office window for the first time, what was the trajectory model of the stone then?"

The question calmed the man down from his mania, as he stared at Su Qi, seemingly deep in thought... and indeed, thinking did seem to lessen his pain somewhat.

Time ticked away slowly.

The man was staring at Su Qi and pondering.

But Su Qi was also observing the information above his head.

[Traces..... He's capturing countless ancient yet existing lines within numerous traces and analyzing them, reasoning backward!]

After about five minutes, the man slowly started to speak with a smile, "....I know now..."

He actually knelt on the ground, excitedly scratching out the model with his fingers.

"See, it's like this... This is my knowledge!"

Yet, Su Qi did not show any sign of surprise, instead, he applauded and nodded with satisfaction, "Congratulations, you answered correctly. It's indeed the same as my calculations then."

The man pushed his glasses up and stared at Su Qi with an even more appreciative manic smile, "...You're not an ordinary guy. With others, I could reverse-engineer everything about them in just a second, but you... such a minor matter from your childhood, yet it took me so much time to think!! This is too interesting!"

Su Qi smiled, "The interesting part is yet to come."

Amid the man's excited and agitated state, Su Qi proceeded to ask the subsequent questions, among them were contradictory philosophical inquiries and classic bar jokes.

The man's excitement gradually cooled.

It wasn't that he couldn't answer, but he realized... these questions were dull.

"You... had just piqued my interest, and now you ask these stupid, petty questions." The man's face could not help but twitch, "Now there are only two questions left."

Su Qi smiled lightly, "...That's enough, I've almost understood all I need from before."

This guy was not omniscient or omnipotent, in fact, he needed his own knowledge, which implied there must be traces... He discovered the cause and effect from countless intricate traces by profiling and reasoning backward.

That was even a notch above the butterfly effect.

And all the classic paradoxes couldn't stump him either, after all, he was divine.

Su Qi pondered, "Then, I shall ask my last two questions."

"The first question..."

"What is in my eyes?"

"The second question..."

"How should I kill it..."

These two questions were ones Su Qi had prepared long ago.

The man's previous words actually had a trap, the premise being that he needed knowledge that he had personally come into contact with in the past.

The key was contact.

This was also why he could deduce through traces, typically speaking, boasting or intentionally discussing high-concept, virtual existences would only waste the number of questions available.

But unfortunately for him, he had come into contact with all of them.