Strongest Hammer God novel Chapter 716

It took two fucking years.

After countless conversations and exercises had failed, the psychiatrist finally decided to allow Kyle to touch a hammer.

There hadn't been any incidents ever since Kyle had arrived, and he had even been freed of his straitjacket after some months.

Whenever Kyle thought about how much time had passed, he felt weird.

Two years, and yet, it felt like just a day had passed.

Most of the time, Kyle just created random Sudoku puzzles in his head and solved them. He didn't even know if they were solvable after he made them, but that was part of the fun.

To every onlooker, Kyle looked like someone who just sat in his room, looking at a wall.

Of course, he did that on purpose. He didn't want to damage his chances of getting his hand on a hammer, which was why he had tried to be as quiet and compliant as possible.

The best way was to not do anything. If he didn't do anything, nothing bad would happen.

In order to appear normal and harmless, he just looked at a wall while solving Sudokus.

The big man brought Kyle to a big room.

Two police officers stood beside the door, and there were also three nurses beside them.

The big man led Kyle past them and opened the door for him under the wary gazes of the five people.

The big man and Kyle entered.

Inside the room, Kyle saw his psychiatrist and four more nurses.

Yet, his attention was fully focused on the object in the psychiatrist's hand.

A hammer!

The hammerhead was made of a crumpled pillow, which was kept in place by tape. The hilt was made of stacked cardboard tubes from rolls of toilet paper. Naturally, these were also just taped together.

There was not a lot of tape. One swing would probably break the entire thing.

But it was a hammer!

Kyle felt like the hammer was calling to him.

"Kyle," the psychiatrist said, and Kyle looked up. "You said you would accept reality if you got to hold a hammer, correct?"

Kyle nodded with a smile. "Yep. I promise, if nothing strange happens, I can only accept that this is reality."

"What would you consider strange, Kyle?" the psychiatrist asked.

"I dunno," Kyle answered with a shrug. "If I knew, it wouldn't be strange."

The psychiatrist took a deep breath. "It took a lot of effort to get you this privilege, Kyle. I'm putting a lot of trust in you, and I hope that this will finally help you heal."

At that moment, the door behind Kyle closed.

The other nurses from beyond the door had already entered, leaving the two police officers outside.

The psychiatrist slowly walked forward and offered the hilt to Kyle.

Kyle's heart rate increased, and he started to sweat.

This was it!

Touching this hammer would change everything!

His hands shakily moved forward, and he carefully took hold of the hammer.

The psychiatrist let go and stepped closer to the nurses, never taking his eyes off Kyle.

As Kyle held the hammer, he felt… something.

It was…

Kyle frowned.

He slowly lifted the hammer and looked at it.

While he was doing so, the nurses became more nervous.

"Is everything okay, Kyle?" the psychiatrist asked.

Kyle spun it a bit in his hand, his fingers moving it like it was made of air.

The staff became more worried but also impressed.

The way Kyle moved this hammer was so unreasonably smooth. It almost looked like a magic trick.

After a moment, Kyle stopped moving the hammer and just scratched his head.

"This is not my hammer," he said.

"Your hammer?" the psychiatrist asked. "Could you elaborate?"

"It's not my hammer," Kyle answered. "Look."

Kyle's hand jerked to the side, and the hilt broke in two.

This startled the staff, but Kyle hadn't done anything else.

For a while, everyone just looked at the broken hammer.

Kyle carelessly dropped the hammer and assumed a stance like he was holding a huge imaginary hammer.

"It's this size," he said, shaking his imaginary hammer. "It's also super heavy. If I were to swing it, I would swing it like this."

Then, Kyle's eyes narrowed as he looked at one of the walls with absolute hatred and rage.

His decrepit muscles bulged as much as they could, and Kyle's left foot stomped onto the ground.

The staff noticed that something was going wrong, and they prepared to jump him.

However, Kyle only felt a huge surge of adrenaline shooting through him.

It felt so real!

All of this was fake!

His imaginary hammer was the only real thing!

Then, Kyle swung.

During the swing, memories flooded Kyle's mind.

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