My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 390: Your Nightmare, Brought to Life by My Own Hands!

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Your Nightmare, Brought to Life by My Own Hands!

In the area where Han Fei was, the Death Building was the most terrifying structure, followed by Beast Alley. He always remembered a saying: the Outsiders controlled by the Butterfly seemed to never enter Beast Alley.

At that time, Han Fei felt that Beast Alley was extremely dreadful, even the Butterfly dared not easily enter. However, when he actually ran into Beast Alley, he discovered that it didn’t seem too dangerous—there weren’t even any top-level Grudges.

Thinking back carefully, throughout the entire process of Han Fei entering Beast Alley, he actually never saw a complete Spider. The Spider he saw was formed by countless Pig-faced Monsters in Beast Alley.

Whether it was the Heart of Evil used to craft the weapon, or the Heart of Goodness the Doctor’s Personality used for transformation, they were essentially just the Spider’s heart.

The Doctor’s Personality said that the Spider’s body was eaten by all the Monsters in the Beast Alley, but did those Monsters really consume the Spider’s body?

In the final struggle between the Spider and the Doctor’s Personality, the Spider used only one ability, which was to manipulate all the flesh and blood in Beast Alley for a crushing assault. His silk was spread throughout every inch of Beast Alley, and this single ability was enough to subdue the Doctor’s Personality. But as the eternal Manager of Beast Alley, would he really only employ such simple and brutal tyranny?

The Spider who could battle with the Butterfly to a draw, how could it possibly be so dull to let its alter Personality manipulate it?

The real Spider, was a Madman who, in order to finally overcome the Butterfly, dared to personally kill its other eight selves.

Therefore, Han Fei subtly guessed that all of this might be part of the Spider’s plan, a play performed for the Butterfly to see.

Beast Alley preserved the only humanity in this area, just as the Butterfly constantly collected "Flower Pots" to create Outsiders; the Spider was also secretly searching for Wandering Souls carrying humanity.

The Butterfly desperately wanted to create another self, precisely to prevent the scenario in the nightmare from becoming reality, to not be slain by the Saber capable of slaughtering the Butcher.

On the contrary, the Spider split the hearts of good and evil, gathering the deepest Hatred and the last bit of humanity that could be found in the Deep World, all to forge the Saber in the Butterfly’s nightmare!

They fought from the real world to the Deep World, yet neither succeeded in killing the other, until Han Fei appeared.

With Han Fei’s help, the Spider crafted that Saber, unprecedented in the Deep World, which in the future would slay monsters beyond just the Butterfly.

The Blood Silk contained sinfulness, that Power was utterly different from the Grudge Energy on one’s body, the Hatred in one’s heart; it was a force Han Fei had seen for the first time in the Deep World.

If it could be said that most Fierce Ghosts and Monsters specialized in manipulating negative emotions and despair, then the Spider’s power stemmed more from a certain repentance for sins.

The Amulet that had always hung on the Writer’s window frame was opened by Han Fei. Blood Silk tainted with sinfulness split the night sky of the Butterfly, weaving an inescapable web under its night colors.

Normally, the Butterfly would have the ability to evade the web, but now it had lost its mobility, and the Spider was dispersing right in front of it.

The Spider had waited for this moment for who knows how long, like a predator hidden in the deepest part of the web, revealing its fangs only at the most crucial time.

Countless blood silks fell upon the Butterfly, the web of sin shrouding it from within. It desperately flapped its wings made of nightmares, but no matter how intense the agony and despair on its wings were, they couldn’t break the fine "spider silk."

The Death Curse could bring about despair and could strengthen itself using all negative emotions, but it was helpless against the remorse and redemption for sins.

Every strand of the Spider’s silk was forged by its consciousness, tempered a thousand times in its spiritual world, the very thread connecting reality and illusion, as well as its understanding of murder and humanity.

In the past decade or so, the Deep World had given Spider a place to ponder. Its eyes had seen the things that lay between life and death, and now the Spider from the Deep World was far more terrifying than the one in reality.

"The biggest mistake I made before was not killing you in reality," said the Butterfly as it struggled, more blood-red strands of spider silk converging upon its body. It flapped its wings that seemed to have stolen all colors from the Deep World, stirring its own night into chaos.

Black butterflies emerged from the night, attacking all the residents in the building indiscriminately.

Some Grudges, caught off guard, were directly pierced through by the black butterflies. After feasting on their Grudge Energy, the black butterflies carrying their Death Curse flew back to the Butterfly’s body.

The Butterfly was the Manager of the Death Building, but it was entirely different from Han Fei. It treated all the Lonely Ghosts in the building as its food and tools, ready to kill them all for a chance to survive if necessary.

In comparison, to save everyone in the Happiness Residential Community, Han Fei used himself as bait, luring away the Unspeakable Gesheng with his tier thirteen physique.

Both were Managers, yet people can be so entirely different.

"You no longer have the chance to kill me," said the Spider as the blood glow illuminated its body. With a flick of a finger, it pulled on the blood-colored silk, and the eight shadows behind him seemed to receive an order, beginning to grow rapidly.

Each of them had a Slaughter Saber, still dripping with blood, embedded in their chests. Now, grabbing the Butterfly’s web-entangled wings, they tore in eight different directions!

After the shadows grasped the Butterfly’s wings, the Old Ghosts and Zhuang Wen, previously affected by Dream Dust, were slowly regaining their senses, and Little Eight seized this prime opportunity to hammer away at the Butterfly.

The once splendid wings became tattered, and the situation appeared to be tilting in favor of the Spider. However, Spider was not the slightest bit careless, its gaze landing on Han Fei.

Even in such an unfavorable situation, the Butterfly still hadn’t given up on Han Fei, still thinking about proceeding with the Soul-summoning Ceremony, indicating that it was not yet at the end of its rope.

The Butterfly’s eerie and handsome face was now full of livor mortis spots, no longer carrying a trace of calm, its eyes filled with coldness.

"You will regret this. Everything is just a nightmare, after all, but you don’t even have the chance to win against me in a nightmare," said the Butterfly, its words seemingly hiding a deeper meaning. Following that, several blood vessels extended directly from its hollow chest.

Those blood vessels echoed with the Shrine beneath Han Fei’s feet, linking to the shattered heart.

The Butterfly couldn’t use its blood vessels to remove the Big Evil from the heart, so it directly stuffed the heart along with the Big Evil into its own chest.

The shrine that had lasted for countless ages shattered within the Giant Cocoon, and the Butterfly’s hope of breaking through the Hatred had vanished. It crazily absorbed all the Death Curses inside the Death Building, using the power within that heart.

Ghosts and Monsters from every household were drawn into its night, including the wedding dress woman hiding in the corner, the Female Live-streamer kept out of Building Four, the Madman in Building One, the old lady at the top floor, and even Zhuang Ren’s eldest daughter from Room 4144, who was enveloped by the Death Curse. Had she not been clutching a broken God Statue, her fragile self would have likely been crushed directly.

As the Butterfly furiously absorbed everything within the Death Building, the residential complex was collapsing layer by layer. All the people were wailing in despair, but the Paperman created by the Butterfly was beating drums and gongs, making the mournful music reverberate through the Death Building.

"You will die in my nightmare, and I will become your new nightmare, resurrecting upon your corpses!"

The Butterfly withstood everyone’s attack; before its wings could be torn apart, it used its blood vessels to strangle the old lady on the rooftop.

Out of all the residents in the Death Building, it was only this old lady who truly harbored no resistance towards the Butterfly.

"Grandma, our family of over thirty people all treated me as a joke and a monster, only you ever spoke a word for me."

The old lady was unable to breathe, her neck deformed, and her impurity-filled eyes brimmed with murky tears.

"But I know you never loved me either, you didn’t even know my name." The blood vessels tightened, pulling the elder towards its chest. "That one sentence exchanged for ten years of your Underworld Lifespan, but now it’s time for you to reunite with them."

The old lady’s Residual Soul was stuffed into that shattered heart. The chest burst open, revealing the faces of over thirty members of the Butterfly’s family, all torn and sticky, inhabiting that broken Atrium.

Following the old person’s Soul-return, the battered heart began to beat. Veins sprouted like new flesh from a healing wound, extending from the Butterfly’s chest.

The Butterfly, having recaptured most of the Death Building’s Death Curses, grabbed the wardrobe door behind it. It gave a cold smile to the crowd and detonated the huge, ugly tumor beneath it, then grabbed Han Fei’s body and pushed open the door of Cabinet 4444.

With its damaged wings flapping wildly, the Butterfly, before entering the door, brought Han Fei close to the shattered heart, where new blood vessels began to burrow into Han Fei’s body.

The Butterfly wanted to forcibly complete the Soul-returning Ceremony, to take over Han Fei’s consciousness and shell, and then escape through the nightmare.

Perhaps because of the disturbance from the Big Evil, the blood vessels moved slowly. It was this time bought by the Big Evil that allowed the Spider, Little Eight, and the people from Happiness Residential Community to rush towards Cabinet Number 4444.

The spider webs restricted the Butterfly’s movement, and it couldn’t directly consume Han Fei to complete the final step of the Soul-returning.

Both sides were racing against time. The Spider’s eight figures had already torn the Butterfly’s wings, and the numerous Death Curses seriously injured everyone in the Death Building.

When the fight had reached its final stage, a hand picked up the Rebirth Saber that had fallen into the night.

The half of the Soul of Evil’s face soaked in blood picked up the saber from the ground.

The body of the Old Ghost had been thoroughly destroyed by the Death Curse; his faces were blurry, his skin was like the bark of a century-old tree, and his hair was completely white.

The fire of the Hatred Black Fire had all but disappeared, yet the Butterfly’s curse of hatred remained active.

"Does generation after generation have to carry this mark forever?"

The Old Ghost mustered the last of his strength to stand upright, his aged hand grasping the Rebirth Saber. The souls on his back one by one shattered, all drilling into the hilt of the saber.

Moving silently amid the remnants of corpses, the Old Ghost held the blunt saber.

With every step he took, a piece of his spine would break off. His vast Soul Body was shrinking bit by bit. The dimly burning Hatred Black Fire, however, stubbornly endured.

When only the Soul of Evil’s face was left on his spine, the always silent Old Ghost spoke, "I am unable to use your saber. Now, it’s your turn to take over everything in this bloodline."

"Will we meet again?"

"As long as the bloodline persists, we will live on your spine forever, sustaining you."

"I will pass this message to your children. Do you have anything else to say?"

"That’s all." The Old Ghost’s own face and the face of the Soul of Evil on his back both became blurred. After a tremendously clear and powerful soul dove into the Rebirth Saber, the faces on the Old Ghost’s spine all vanished, and his own face turned into that of the Soul of Evil.

"Your eyes are a bit moist; are you crying? Knowing how well your own family treats you, why did you choose to leave home in the first place? You were lucky to have escaped the calamity that obliterated your family." The Soul of Evil gripped the Rebirth Saber tightly, and the Hatred Black Fire in his heart ignited. His pace quickened, and his expression shifted from calm to total madness!

In a full-on sprint, an aged arm slowly emerged on the handle he tightly held, followed by hands joining his on the grip!

The dazzling blade almost instantly cut through the Butterfly’s night, with the Old Ghost burning his Soul Body, trading it for strength equal to Hatred for the Soul of Evil.

This brief instance of light illuminated everyone.

The Soul of Evil, wielding the Rebirth Saber, used its humanity-forged edge to cleave open the Butterfly’s broken heart in its chest!

"Your nightmare, I shall fulfill it with my own hands!"