My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 398: Nightmare Doctor Huang Ying

Chapter 398: Chapter 398: Nightmare Doctor Huang Ying

An A-Level Exclusive Talent was something Han Fei had never encountered before, and now the pain Huang Ying had endured was bringing him rewards in a different form.

"Brother Huang Ying, why are you running? It’s as if you think you could actually get away."

It wasn’t until after a long heart-to-heart talk that Huang Ying gradually calmed down.

"Everything you need is in the classroom, I’ll go with you to get it. Once you’ve gathered all the necessary items, hurry back. The game has just launched, and you can’t waste a single second."

After gazing at Han Fei for a long time, Huang Ying’s distant eyes finally started to focus, "Alright, alright, I’ll grab my stuff and go."

Turning around, he began to look for the required quest items in the classroom. Huang Ying’s backpack Level was very low now, with limited capacity, so he could only take the most crucial things.

He first picked up the unique quest items available before Level 10, then took several land deeds and trade association contracts, and finally paused beside a bloodstained, decayed tooth.

"What’s wrong?"

"This decayed tooth is the trigger item for the Blood Doctor’s hidden quest. It was Feng Ziyu who told me about it. Now the game has launched, but he can never come back," said Huang Ying, feeling a bit sad as he silently placed the decayed tooth into his Item Bar, "I used to resist the Profession of Blood Doctor, but now I want to obtain it, and I’ve done a lot of preparation for it."

"Becoming a Blood Doctor might lower the Goodwill of NPCs towards you, are you sure you want to become one?" Han Fei wanted to tell Huang Ying that Feng Ziyu’s consciousness was still alive, just in a coma. But on second thought, Feng Ziyu in reality had indeed vanished forever.

"It’s fine, I’ve considered that point, which is why I spent a lot of money during closed beta to get a mask that can block NPCs from prying," Huang Ying had planned it out, "I’m preparing to create several identities for myself, including a financial tycoon, a real estate mogul, a Good Doctor by day, a Blood Doctor by night, and I’m also planning to infiltrate the NPC management team and climb to the very top of that virtual city."

Normally, it would be impossible for a player to do all these, not even with the support of an entire team’s resources, because human Energy and Brain Power are limited.

But Huang Ying was different. The A-Level Talent Nightmare had emerged, allowing Huang Ying to adapt to any Profession that used Brain Power; he had already experienced a Transformation in his suffering.

What was even more astounding was that the theme of "Perfect Life" leaned more towards the Healing-type, with Smart Brain consistently insisting on positively guiding players—many activities were related to Happiness Sense, Joy, and Satisfaction.

For a person who is constantly indulging in money and power, these values are unlikely to increase much, and even if they wished to improve them, they would have to change themselves.

But Huang Ying’s starting point was far too low; a value of negative one hundred was already at its max in the opposite direction, and no other player could reach this.

In other words, even if Huang Ying just returned to a normal state of mind, the increase in his Happiness Degree would already be miraculous.

After understanding Huang Ying’s thoughts, Han Fei now looked forward to Huang Ying’s future with anticipation.

"The ability I have to send you back can only be used once a night. While you’re working on your plan, remember to upgrade your backpack as well," he reminded.

"Don’t worry." Huang Ying had already crammed his novice backpack full, and wearing a novice shirt, he carried the confidence of a mature man on his face, "I don’t know if you can see the normal game leaderboards, but after dawn, the name at the top of every board should be mine."

As long as lists exist where Huang Ying is present, all other players can only aim for second place—that’s the man who once defeated Butterfly.

Just as Han Fei was getting ready to use his Soul-returning Talent to send Huang Ying away, Huang Ying suggested adding Han Fei as a friend to facilitate contact; what followed was a surprising turn of events.

Huang Ying simply couldn’t send a friend request to Han Fei, as though Han Fei didn’t exist within the scope of Smart Brain monitoring and system design.

Yet when Han Fei sent a friend request to Huang Ying, Huang Ying received no notification at all, but Huang Ying’s name had already appeared on Han Fei’s list.

Looking at the grayed-out icon of Huang Ying in the friend list, Han Fei felt this wasn’t like a game friend list; it was more like the Underworld’s Book of Life and Death.

No need for the other party’s consent; when I decide I want to be friends with you, you’re already my friend.

With the game’s public beta, Han Fei discovered that his account privileges were exceptionally high. Previously, he had been constantly running for his life and trying to survive, but now, at last, he felt like he was starting to emerge from hardship.

Using the Soul-returning Talent, Han Fei sent Huang Ying, whose eyes were once again sparkling with life, on his way; after that, it was time for Han Fei to get busy himself.

"Why isn’t there a leaderboard in the Deep World? If the happiness degree is not realistic, they could at least have a despair ranking."

Leading his neighbors who were not seriously injured, Han Fei took out his Death Chat mobile phone, resembling an urban patrol officer on the streets, hurrying to the Death Building in the middle of the night.

Upon arriving at the Death Building, Han Fei received some good news.

Feng Ziyu, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up. Han Fei took Feng Ziyu on the newly repaired elevator down to the basement of the Death Building, to meet a senior colleague from his company.

Feng Ziyu was new to the job world and had always been looked after by that senior colleague.

After that colleague went mad, Feng Ziyu sensed something strange and resigned, investigating alone up to this point.

They were both sentimental and righteous people; Han Fei couldn’t change reality, but what he could do was protect everyone in the Deep World.

Feng Ziyu was originally used by the Butterfly as a sacrificial offering, in order for it to devour a complete humanity, the Butterfly preserved all of Feng Ziyu’s memories and emotions from when he was alive.

This resulted in Feng Ziyu not being very capable, but he appeared no different from a normal living person; he wasn’t even aware that he was already dead.

"I’ve been into the Butterfly’s room 4444 before, when it returns to the Deep World from nightmares, it needs to devour sacrificial offerings to regain its power. I guess the weaker a person’s strength, the easier it is to leave the Deep World." Han Fei said to Feng Ziyu, "If one day I find a way out of here, I’ll send you to the Shallow World first, so you can help Huang Ying."

"Compared to that boring virtual world, I actually like it here better." Feng Ziyu’s words surprised Han Fei, "Really, this place feels even more real to me than reality."

"Then you can stay in the Death Building for now, follow the security team members, and familiarize yourself with the environment," Han Fei said as he took Feng Ziyu to find the Oiran, encountering a chubby uncle who had already changed into a security guard uniform along the way.

When Feng Ziyu saw his own neighbor also working as a security guard in the Deep World, he was stunned for a moment, "You’re here too?"

The chubby uncle was a bit scared of Han Fei and could only desperately express swear words with his eyes.

After settling Feng Ziyu, Han Fei began to gather the people in the Death Building, preparing to head to Ancestral Hall Street.

Before everyone arrived, Han Fei rushed once more to the fourth floor of the fourth building of the Death Building.

Big Evil had snatched half of a broken heart from the Butterfly, nibbling on it from the time the Butterfly’s consciousness dissipated until now; Han Fei was also curious about the changes that had occurred in Big Evil.

However, the Deep World and the Shallow World were different; to know the changes in his pet, he might have to touch it.

Remembering that stabbing pain, he was somewhat concerned about the possibility of Big Evil’s Soul Poison evolving again.

Han Fei led a Fierce Ghost with him toward the fourth floor; at the same time, near the door of room 4044 on the fourth floor, a sudden strange noise came from an otherwise well-preserved wardrobe.

After a long while, the wardrobe door was casually pushed open, and a young man wearing a shirt identical to Huang Ying’s beginner’s shirt and headphones around his neck hummed a song as he stepped out.

He was shaking his head to the beat, almost stumbling over the lower edge of the wardrobe, which made him look up at his surroundings.

"What is Happy Planet... holy shit!"