My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 386: Death Building Manager (4000)

Chapter 386: Chapter 386: Death Building Manager (4000)

"In such a rush to be reincarnated? Don’t struggle anymore. A creature like you will never enter the cycle of reincarnation, becoming a bug in your next life would be a change against fate itself."

Huang Ying was truly fearless now, he even wanted to grasp the hurriedly departing butterfly, but his injuries were so severe he couldn’t even muster the strength to lift his arm.

In the nightmare, the woman’s body was gradually changing. She wanted to torment Huang Ying with the most painful death, but there was no time left now.

The crack on her chest slowly widened, her features began to distort, and black-red veins popped out of her pupils.

Blood started seeping from beneath her clothes, her twisted hands closed the closet doors.

The ordinary-looking closet trembled lightly like a living heart after the woman entered, and veins stretched out from it, piercing through the deepest part of the nightmare.

Huang Ying’s nightmare began to collapse, the woman, whose body had completely changed, sprouted strange patterns on her skin, intertwining with the veins on the closet into a bizarre design.

It seemed like it had been trapped inside the closet for a long time, in that narrow, dark space. It imagined the world it thought it knew, inadvertently glimpsing the end of the nightmare.

The cramped space was filled with darkness, spreading towards the area covered by consciousness. Once the blood-red consciousness engulfed everything, the woman’s body completely blurred, and she exerted all her strength to push open the closet door behind her.

Huang Ying’s nightmare shattered instantly, the figure that imprisoned him entered a strange room through the closet deep within the nightmare.

This room had no doors or windows, rather than calling it a room, it was more like a long corridor with two closets standing on either side.

One connected to the nightmare, the other to the Deep World.

At this moment, the closet connected to the Deep World had already developed cracks, which continued to expand.

Noteworthy, the cracks on the closet also appeared on the woman’s body, as if the woman and the closet were originally one, now merged together with this special curse item.

Along the long corridor, bound souls and consciousnesses were arrayed like sacrificial offerings, waiting for the "god" to partake. Feng Ziyu, who had disappeared from the real world, was also displayed here.

Covered in blood, the woman’s appearance turned terrifying, she was no longer a person, but a monster.

Stationed at one end of the nightmare, it couldn’t directly walk through the corridor, seeming as if the stronger the soul, the greater the resistance it encountered.

However, soon the soul bell’s sound of leading rites came from outside the closet, the homeowners’ chanting of the soul-summoning songs and their inner fear slowly seeped into this strange room.

All the fear and dread regarding butterflies, like threads, wrapped around its body pulling it bit by bit towards the other end of the corridor.

The blurred body wildly devoured the surrounding "sacrificial offerings," its resemblance to humans dwindled, but the hatred in its heart grew stronger.

In an urgent situation, its body only swallowed a few key sacrificial offerings, and under the guidance of the soul bell and the pull of fear, it reached the other side of the corridor.

The frenzy of consumption turned its body into an irregular mass of blood and flesh, but now it could not concern itself with much., its arms, linked by resentment and fear, finally grasped the door of the closet.

The bloodstain on the door instantly melted and dripped into the monster’s body, while a room number on the wardrobe door also gradually became clear—Room 4444.

Room 4444 was not a room but the Butterfly’s wardrobe, which, for the monster that had been trapped in a wardrobe since childhood, was its own room.

Carrying all the hate and pain from the nightmares, that hand pushed open the door of Room 4444!

The world of the scar-covered wardrobe was nearly shattered at that moment, a towering hatred emanating from the wardrobe at the very center.

The nearest Old Ghost was violently swept away, everyone’s eyes were tightly focused on the center of the world.

Blood Clothes floated down, like fluttering red paper money, while the sound of the Soul Bell echoed through the Death Building; the sky here seemed as if it had cracked open.

A scarred arm reached out of the wardrobe, followed by a soul twisted to the extreme, resembling a meatball with a hint of human shape.

A horrifying aura appeared in the Death Building, and all the Death Curses were artificially triggered at the same moment!

The fear and resentment in the owners’ hearts burst forth, and gradually, an ugly face emerged on the body of the monster. No one in this world held any obsessions for it, no one cared about it, not even willing to give it an extra glance.

To prevent being forgotten, it abandoned its humanity, planting hatred and pain into everyone’s hearts.

The Death Curse was extracting something from all of the building’s owners, each curse word on their bodies different. While the Fierce Ghosts suffered unbearably in the building, the same curse words appeared on the monster’s skin.

It was the source of all Death Curses, the more the cursed ghosts suffered, the more powerful and terrifying it became.

As one Death Curse after another was activated, the monster’s skin began to crack, and its rotten flesh slowly fell off, revealing a pair of white, flawless arms piercing through the scar-covered skin.

Long fingers tore apart its own skin, a creature with a human-like appearance, whose gender was indiscernible at first glance, crawled out from among the flesh.

A surge of hatred engulfed the entire wardrobe world; in its past bodies, it had metamorphosed from an insect cocoon into a butterfly, with the blood and flesh splashed around resembling unfurled butterfly wings.

The black Death Curse and fresh bloodstains created the most bizarre patterns on its wings. Its white skin was unblemared, but beneath it, countless Death Curses flowed.

However, perhaps because it had not consumed enough exquisite delicates, or because the ceremony had not proceeded normally, its legs were still entangled in the ugly flesh and were not fully formed.

The wardrobe world was still collapsing, the Death Curse on the Old Ghost was again activated, the blood-red butterflies deep in his hatred fluttered, attempting to take away everything from him.

The flickering Black Fire in his eyes, the fluctuating aura around the Old Ghost, the constant reflection in his pupils, and the mad, domineering aura did not retreat.

"Death Building Manager?" Soul of Evil didn’t step back, he took over the Old Ghost’s body, inherited his bloodline, and also endured the Old Ghost’s and his offspring’s pain.

That pain, branded deep into his blood, was enough to make any normal person break down, but the expression on the face of the Soul of Evil did not change.

He could feel his own soul and that of the Old Ghost slipping away, the Death Curse striking, fighting it was tantamount to death.

But on this road to death, he still had time.

He was determined to kill the Death Building Manager in the process of rushing towards death!

The Soul of Evil never considered retreating or compromising, since the Spell Caster would not remove the Death Curse voluntarily, so the only option remaining was just this one.

"Old fellow, the next few minutes might be our last time together. There are a few words I need to tell you in advance, your beloved grandson is too weak, he can’t even keep his soul awake, but I can feel his longing for you and his father from his heart. You often scolded him for being cowardly and weak when you were alive, but actually, he used all his courage to respond to your soul-summoning. I know you love him, but don’t forget, since soul-summoning was successful, it means that his love for you is no less than yours for him. He never blamed you, nor hated you; he only had longing and gratitude for you,"

"He can’t speak, so I will relay all that’s in his heart for him." After saying these words, the Soul of Evil extended a hand towards the Old Ghost’s heart, "Such a person shouldn’t die now; we must find him a way out."

Fingers pierced through the chest, pain, memories, despair, all of it turned into fuel for hatred, the Soul of Evil wanted to make the fire inside the Old Ghost burn even fiercer!

Standing in front of the closet, the Butterfly watched the crazed Old Ghost, its beautiful eyes seemingly staring at a dying insect struggling to survive.

In its view, the only possibility of defeat was not being able to return to the Death Building.

As the manager of the Death Building, everything was already over when it was here.

The ritual was not entirely complete, and the timing started forty-four minutes ahead. However, these disruptions were trivial.

Butterfly’s gaze slowly moved to the face of the Soul of Evil, as long as its prepared vessel was still there, it was enough.

Finding a suitable body was not easy; a living person who could carry itself was one in ten thousand, years of preparation had not gone to waste.

Noticing that the Old Ghost started to burn his own soul, Butterfly’s slender fingers gently touched its own chest.

The Death Curse imprinted on its chest appeared on the skin, as if a sharp knife had sliced open the front of its chest.

Blue butterflies flew out of its body, those were the soul strands containing its own consciousness, which could also be considered as its substitutes.

A similar blue butterfly was once seen by the people of Happiness Residential Community, leaving an oddly familiar feeling.

As the blue butterflies drew near, the Soul of Evil was highly wary, yet those butterflies didn’t enter its body but flew past him and left the Closet World.

There was no heart within the chest cavity of the butterfly, it wasn’t at its strongest state now.

The Soul of Evil noticed this too, he no longer had any reservations and was ready to scatter his soul, going full force against the Butterfly!

This was the first one who dared to stand out and challenge it in the Death Building since it became the Death Building Manager.

"The Soul-returning Ceremony has already begun; I split your soul into different parts to make it easier to devour when the time comes," said the Butterfly with a face too beautiful to be human’s, devoid of any emotion, seemingly controlling everything within its grasp.

As the Old Ghost charged, the Butterfly made no movement; it stared into the eyes of the Soul of Evil, its pupils slowly filling with emotions like those of the Soul of Evil, this freak mimicking everything about the Soul of Evil.

"Your soul has already been imprisoned in other people’s bodies; if you want to merge, you must kill them yourself. The moment you kill any one of them, you won’t be any different from me."

It was only when the Old Ghost’s arm, full of black fire, reached before its eyes that the patterns on the Butterfly suddenly exploded with surging hatred.

The hatred surged like ocean waves, far surpassing that of the Old Ghost.

Generations of blood flowed within their bodies; the fire in the Old Ghost’s heart flickered like a candleflame under the barrage of the waves, yet it did not extinguish.

The joints along their spines gradually expanded, every descendant’s eyes wide open—their family’s murderer stood before them, their collective hatred converging.

The Butterfly’s legs were not yet fully formed, still grotesquely fused with flesh, preventing it from straying too far from the closet, though this wasn’t much of an impact for it.

More than being physically restricted, it cared that it never became a handsome person; it remained an abnormal freak.

"I kept you because you were useful to me, and now it’s time for you to serve your purpose."

The Butterfly extended its arms outward; countless butterflies had already flown throughout the Death Building, innumerable blood vessels stretching from the building and merging with the cracks of the Closet World, connecting to the Butterfly’s body.

It seemed to sense something, glancing in a certain direction.

"I personally cast a spell on you, giving you three months; yet not even half a month has passed and you dared to enter the Death Building. Is that song outside your courage to enter prematurely?" the Butterfly’s voice hid a deep fury, having planned everything meticulously. Any other, even the abnormal, would have prepared thoroughly before venturing into the Death Building, but Han Fei was an exception.

Since Han Fei got involved with the Human-body Puzzle, the Butterfly had been watching him, both in the Deep World and in reality.

It clearly knew Han Fei’s weakness; it merely regarded him as a potential body for itself.

Yet it never imagined that in just a few weeks’ time, unable even to be considered in months, that once weak person had already ventured into the Death Building and even attracted an unspeakable, utterly furious ghost!

The normal Unspeakable beings have their own shrines, and even mentioning their names would curse one. Yet such a high and mighty "ghost" going so mad was truly inconceivable.

The blue Butterfly was a Soul Split of the Death Building Manager, containing its consciousness and despair, serving as its eyes and ears.

At this moment, as the blue Butterfly flew throughout the Death Building and, acting as the Death Building Manager, it also witnessed the ghastly state of the building.

If it had returned a moment later, this building might not have been salvageable.

The Death Intent and song enveloping the residental community intertwined, with the threat of the Unspeakable looming outside, and what troubled it more was that the foundation of the Death Building itself was also trembling; its greatest secret seemed compromised.

"The Unspeakable is indeed troublesome, but that thing outside seems to have suffered severe injuries, far deviating from a normal Unspeakable. If you think it alone can stop the Soul-returning Ceremony, that’s far too naive."

A drop of black blood dripped within the empty chest cavity of the Butterfly as it smashed all the blood vessels connected to itself into the ground, causing layer upon layer of the ground to crack and collapse; Death Intent surged like an endless ocean from beneath!

In that ocean of Death Intent floated countless children’s nightmares, withered blood flowers, and a gigantic Insect Cocoon woven from myriad blood vessels.

"I have waited too long for this moment; no one can stop me now!"

What the Butterfly feared most was the underground Shrine, so it made it a priority to check it upon entering the Death Building.