I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 897: Merlin's Forbidden Grimoire

After thirty-six consecutive draws, Lin Qiye still hadn't pulled that ability. As one time-reversal formation after another unfolded, the hair atop Merlin's head fell away like snow, his expression deeply bitter. After yet another time-reversal, Lin Qiye looked at the stiff-bodied Merlin and couldn't help but ask, "Lord Merlin... are you alright? If it's really not working, should I try drawing…