My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 396: High Players in the Mortal World, Playmates in the Underworld

Chapter 396: Chapter 396: High Players in the Mortal World, Playmates in the Underworld

"When I didn’t have a job, all I thought about was working. Once I had a job, all I thought about was resting. Poor me, I work day and night shifts back-to-back without a single holiday."

Some people are actors by day and might be security guards, shop managers, or patrolling teachers by night, or even the Midnight Butcher and Pretty Man.

After drinking a large glass of water, Han Fei put down the book in his hand and began to exercise.

Since he had started playing "Perfect Life," he rarely drank even beverages. His lifestyle was so healthy it hardly seemed like that of a man in his early twenties.

After taking some time to relax, Han Fei called Huang Ying after eleven at night to make sure Huang Ying was ready, then he immediately crawled into his game box.

In the past, every entrance to the game for Han Fei was like going to the execution ground; he even used to write his will in advance. But this time, when he logged into the game, he felt significantly less pressure.

As time ticked away, the virtual giant screen on the edge of the city, bridging heaven and earth, began to change, and Han Fei also donned his gaming helmet.

There were only twenty-four hours left before "Perfect Life" officially went live.

As blood descended, Han Fei’s consciousness arrived in a blood-red city.

During the descent of his consciousness, he saw a red ghostly figure nearby holding an old man’s head, squatting next to a shrine.

"Gesheng? Is it still there?"

The last time Han Fei had exited the game, he had seen "it," and surprisingly, upon logging back in, Gesheng was still in the same spot.

He opened his eyes and found himself back where he had logged out.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw the security guard Oiran and two other guards from Building One boasting about having survived in Building Four for many years, escaping death every time, which made him the most suitable person for the position of Death Building security team captain.

"Han Fei?" After speaking with the residents of Happiness Residental Community, they had learned Han Fei’s real name: "When did you enter that room? I thought no one was in there?"

"What’s the current situation inside the building?" Han Fei asked, sitting on the sofa. The three guards took turns answering, showing that discussing who should be the team captain was redundant.

"After the shrine underground in the Death Building shattered, the huge black shell also began to develop many cracks. Although it is still emitting Death Intent, that bit of Death Intent is not enough to envelop the Death Building, only barely enough to support the building’s self-repair," Oiran said, dressed in a neat and tidy security uniform looking very spry.

The group walked out of the room, and after a day’s repairs, Building Four had mostly recovered. The nutrients left by the butterflies had been refilled into the apartment building by the owners.

"The Butterfly has died, and no new manager has emerged in the building," Oiran hinted. "In terms of strength, the Building-jumping Ghost of Building One is the most terrifying, but she has no intention of being the manager, acts all crazy; if we talk about wisdom and personal charm, I think you are the most suitable person."

After Oiran finished speaking, the other two guards nodded in agreement.

They all got along well with Han Fei, and if Han Fei became the new manager, their safety would also be secured. Moreover, in terms of their way of handling matters, Han Fei indeed seemed the more reliable one.

As Han Fei walked through the hallways with the security guards, the ghostly owners they occasionally met greeted them proactively. It was hard to imagine that this harmonious and warm scene was happening in the Deep World, even some model communities in the real world probably couldn’t achieve this.

Having taken Yinghuo’s cell phone from the item bar, after Yinghuo was successfully returned to soul, the phone had become Han Fei’s possession.

Looking at the ordinary cell phone, it was only after a system identification that Han Fei discovered it was actually an F-grade rare Curse Item called the Death Chat Group cell phone.

Normally, to obtain this curse item, one would need to join a Death Chat Group and survive among a group of fierce ghosts, which was extremely difficult.

But because Han Fei’s Good Soul had accidentally entered Yinghuo’s body, he directly obtained the recognition of the fierce ghosts, which allowed him to easily acquire the item, and even the Death Chat Group had already been changed by Han Fei to the Death Building Owner Rights Protection Mutual Assistance Group.

In the chat group, Han Fei asked everyone about their future plans, repeatedly emphasizing to all owners that the community belonged to everyone and that each person was a manager, hoping everyone would actively participate.

In other special buildings, there were fights for the position of manager that led to soul scattering, yet here Han Fei proposed the concept of shared management, which, for the Deep World, might be the first step in changing the rules.

Because of the existence of the Death Chat Group, it was very convenient for the Death Building owners to communicate. During Han Fei’s absence, the owners voluntarily inspected the Death Building, collected all traces and death curses left by the Butterfly, and reported any abnormalities in the group.

After checking the chat history, Han Fei noticed several important matters.

First was inside the building, after the Butterfly detonated wardrobe number 4444, all the wardrobes in the Death Building had changed to some extent, and although the main channel between the nightmare and the Deep World was destroyed, there seemed to be a special connection between the nightmare and other wardrobes.

Without the main consciousness of the Butterfly in control, if some people get lost in a nightmare in the future, they might just be lucky enough to push open the door of a wardrobe in the Death Building and have an unexpected encounter with Han Fei, though this probability would be very small.

Under the leadership of the male student and Haha, the owners also gathered together the remaining Shrine Fragments within the Death Building. For the natives of the Deep World, a Shrine is not something that can be placed carelessly, even if it’s just remaining fragments they must be properly stored.

Han Fei didn’t believe in gods, but he wasn’t about to deliberately oppose the Shrine; from the information he had now, only Unspeakable beings in the Deep World were qualified to build Shrines for themselves, which meant each Shrine represented an Unspeakable.

"Let’s keep these Shrine Fragments, one of us might be able to use them later." In the final moments of the battle with the Butterfly, the Butterfly had used the power from the Shrine, even placing its heart inside the Shrine to nourish, apparently its hatred wanting to become an Unspeakable was related to the Shrine.

Through the chat group, on the top floor of the Death Building, Han Fei found Haha, the Female Live-streamer, and Wei Youfu, who had just awakened.

With the Butterfly’s consciousness dissipated, the managers of the Death Building had become Haha and the Female Live-streamer; Wei Youfu and Xu Qin represented Happiness Residental Community.

The people from the two communities, who probably would never have met in this lifetime, now recognized each other’s existence because of Han Fei, at least were not likely to attack and devour each other at whim.

"Looks like you’ve already met each other, so I guess I don’t need to make more introductions," Han Fei said upon entering the top floor room formerly occupied by the Butterfly and noticing the strange atmosphere, with the weakened Wei Youfu slumped on the sofa and Haha holding his chin, continually looking out the window.

In the living room, only the Female Live-streamer and Xu Qin were sitting face to face, one arranging her red skirt, the other fiddling with a dinner knife wrapped in human skin.

Perhaps because the Butterfly had once lived in this room, the room seemed especially gloomy and terrifying, the atmosphere heavy, and the temperature much lower than outside.

"Although the Butterfly’s soul has scattered, after its death, the black fog that enshrouded the Death Building has also dissipated, and this area can no longer return to how it was before," Haha broke the icy conversational atmosphere, "In the past our enemy was the Butterfly, in the future we may have to face various terrifying beings, even other Unspeakables passing through here."

Pulling back the curtains, they looked outside.

The Death Building had twenty-four floors and was the tallest structure in the area, but looking toward the distant horizon, there were countless buildings taller and more peculiar than the Death Building.

Han Fei and the others were merely living in a corner of the Deep World, his gaze unable to see even the full extent of the darkness.

"To deal with potential dangers, I suggest we join forces," Wei Youfu said, his complexion pale, his body nearly transparent. "Just like how Building One and Building Two of Happiness Residential Community have banded together, let’s consolidate our scattered strengths, which will benefit us all."

"I agree, now in Death Building only Zhuang Wen remains full of hatred, and she has fallen into madness, unable to communicate. Not to mention other Fierce Ghosts from different areas coming here, if Zhuang Wen suddenly goes mad, it will be tough for just us to control her." Haha spoke the truth, his heart once filled with Death Intent, battling daily with thoughts of death. Unexpectedly, after meeting Yinghuo and Han Fei, he had begun to think about the future.

"There’s another thing I think is necessary to tell you," Haha hesitated for a moment. "I always feel that something big is going to happen soon. The ghosts and monsters in the nearby areas have become much more active, which is very abnormal."

"Constant defense will only intensify our fears, we also need to go out and explore more areas," Han Fei said, his tone nothing like that of a level fifteen newbie player. "I’ve already figured out the approximate location where Gesheng is hiding. He’s been severely damaged by the Death Intent and the shrines within the Death Building. Now is the best time to approach him."

After Han Fei spoke, no one else dared to speak, all staring at Han Fei.

Gesheng is an Unspeakable being, even discussing it could lead to a Curse, yet here was Han Fei brazenly discussing how to target him.

After comparing the map left by the former Building Chief, Han Fei pointed toward a direction outside the window: "Gesheng is on the outermost street of the Death Building Area, which the former Building Chief of Happiness Residential Community called Ancestral Hall Street."

Clearing his throat, Haha hesitantly spoke, "You need to think this through, consider carefully before acting."

"There’s a very important reason I entered the Death Building, which is to search for the former Building Chief of our Happiness Residential Community. Both his shrine and Memory Fragments have been taken by Gesheng, so I must find Gesheng," Han Fei guessed that Gesheng was one of Fu Sheng’s three children, who might know some secrets about Fu Sheng.

"I understand the logic, but know that between grudge and Unspeakable, there’s also hatred, and after being reborn in the Black Fire, it splits into three different levels: light red, red, and deep red. Even if Gesheng’s injuries are severe, he’s not something our grudges can confront. Powerful as the Butterfly, it was only by relying on the shrine within the building and accumulating who knows how many years of Death Intent that it could repel Gesheng." Haha’s username made people laugh, appearing very jocular, but in fact, he was a ghost with an extremely pessimistic personality.

"Once Gesheng recovers, he will surely come back to find us. Do you want to solve the problem of Gesheng once and for all, or do you want to live forever in the fear of Gesheng?" Han Fei had little awe for the Unspeakable beings of the Deep World; relying on the fact he could log off, he had already teased Gesheng several times.

The Butterfly had severely injured Gesheng and with Unspeakable’s personality, it would undoubtedly come back for revenge; currently, the owners in the Death Building had no chance of surviving under Gesheng’s hand.

"Alright, suggest a time, and we’ll accompany you to Ancestral Hall Street!" Haha finally made a decision.

"Let’s set it for tomorrow night, the longer we delay, the better Gesheng will recover," Han Fei wanted to deal with Gesheng also for a very important reason: the system had issued a Manager task. To officially become the Death Building Manager, he needed to retrieve the shrine and Fu Sheng’s Memory Fragments.

Additionally, the first time Han Fei encountered Fu Sheng’s Memory Fragments, they helped him unlock two sides of the Black Box, and Han Fei wanted to continue unlocking the Black Box to see exactly what was inside it.

After finalizing all details, Han Fei led the residents of Happiness Residential Community and Feng Ziyu, who was still unconscious, out of the Death Building, as this was not their home.

Walking together with all the neighbors and friends, it was as if Han Fei and the others were borrowing a path through the realm of death; inside the Death Building Area, basically no ghosts or monsters would come to trouble them.

"It feels a bit like a role-playing game," Han Fei observed the neighborhood wrapped in the night, where buildings enveloped in Dark Energy occasionally had ghostly shadows flit by: "The places I visit in the future will increase, and I’ll bring hope to many more indigenous people."

Upon returning to Yimin Private Academy, Han Fei told the teachers and students about how the Butterfly had been killed, boosting his "reputation" greatly.

Having obtained the consent of the teachers and students of the school, Han Fei decided to do the most important thing today.

He opened the door to a classroom and then used his Manager Talent—Soul-summoning.

The blood-red Ghost Gate slowly opened, and Han Fei recited Huang Ying’s name.

At two o’clock this morning, the test service for "Perfect Life" would close, and Han Fei needed to pull Huang Ying into the Deep World before he could no longer log into the game.

The Blood Sea churned and dark energy overflowed; when the Ghost Gate slowly closed, a confused figure appeared in the corner of the classroom.

What was meant to come, still came.

"Brother Huang Ying, these two classrooms are also prepared for you to store all task items and tools," Han Fei said as he helped Huang Ying up from the ground.

"I’ve been here before, but I still feel uncomfortable every time I come," leaning against the desk and chair, Huang Ying cautiously watched his surroundings, wondering when a child’s face might appear at the window of the midnight classroom.

"You better take out everything from your backpack quickly," Han Fei urged, "There are more important things to do later."

"By the way, what’s your relationship with the school’s leadership? How can you use the classroom without anyone caring?" asked Huang Ying, whose last batch of task items had already filled up a classroom.

"That’s called networking."

Han Fei and Huang Ying together organized and categorized the task items, and the road to Huang Ying’s first fifty levels had already been paved.

Besides the task items, Huang Ying had also collected all the queer items that test players could get their hands on. To the test players, these items were of no use at all, giving Huang Ying a great advantage.

Extremely precious antiques, a large quantity of weapons, legendary-quality food and medicine, rare tools and skills, and even land deeds and trading contracts of certain buildings, Huang Ying didn’t let go of anything.

In a way, Huang Ying was indeed a reliable adult.

After the busy work, Huang Ying looked at the classrooms filled to the brim and felt a particularly fulfilling sensation in his heart.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead, lightly hooked his arm around the shoulder of the person next to him, and spoke with a touch of pride, "You know, I’m really looking forward to the launch now. Being the first person in ’Perfect Life’ does sound pretty good."

There was no response for a long time. Huang Ying subconsciously looked to the side, and his arm was resting on the shoulder of an old man who was wearing the security uniform of Yimin Private Academy and bore the weight of a Ghost Mountain on his back as numerous ghosts stared intently at Huang Ying.

"Young man, I haven’t seen you for a few days, and you seem much more spirited," he said.

As the elderly security guard chased Huang Ying toward the outside of the classroom, Han Fei, hiding behind the door, stared at Huang Ying and used his E-level active attack ability for the first time—Curse Word!

"You are very faint-hearted; any slight noise can unsettle you. You are afraid of the dark, fear enclosed spaces, like to let your imagination run wild, scare yourself, and don’t even dare to go to the bathroom alone..."

With each sentence that Han Fei spoke, a black curse like a Death Curse emerged on Huang Ying’s chest, and the dense Curse Spells interwoven on his heart maximized his sense of fear.

Hearing the screams echoing in his ears, Han Fei knew the Curse Word had taken effect.

To prevent Huang Ying from getting injured, he led the grotesque and terrifying neighbors from the Happiness Residential Community to closely follow behind Huang Ying, protecting him at all times.