My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 446: The Beginning of a Mutated World

Chapter 446: Chapter 446: The Beginning of a Mutated World

What was the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced?

Everyone’s answer to this question might be different. For the Master of Shrine, however, it was an unsolvable problem, because whenever he thought he was in the most painful situation, an even more painful one would happen in the next second.

"What are you staring at? Move it!" the Master of Shrine’s father’s speech got faster and faster. He was very anxious, waving at Han Fei continuously, "Don’t you want to get your mother’s lifesaving money back? Let’s go get it together!"

The middle-aged man started to panic, his face betraying unease as if worried Han Fei would see something.

"Come on! Follow me!" His tone was stern, commanding even to the last, as the middle-aged man walked towards the underground passage. His movements were slow; after taking a few steps, he sneakily glanced back.

When he saw Han Fei still standing in the same spot, the anger and unease in his eyes intensified.

"Come on! What are you waiting for?"

The Master of Shrine’s father shouted loudly, this weak man, who only ever dared to roar in front of his family.

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei lifted his leg, took a step forward, and stared into the middle-aged man’s eyes, "What exactly did they promise you? What could make you gamble with your own child’s life?"

"They?" The middle-aged man’s eyes began to shift, "You seem different from before. Are you under a curse? I don’t understand what you’re talking about?"

"Even a hint of repentance from you, and I would find various reasons to convince myself, suppress the rage and let you go, but you didn’t."

Seeing that Han Fei still wouldn’t move forward, the middle-aged man became more and more irritated, "Just come over when I tell you! Stop the nonsense!"

The middle-aged man moved swiftly forward, suddenly grabbing Han Fei’s arm, attempting to drag him down into the underground.

The man’s strength was so small, much weaker than imagined; the only reason the Master of Shrine felt he couldn’t resist was because this man was his father.

Grabbing the middle-aged man by the collar in retaliation, Han Fei pulled the disgusting face towards him, "I didn’t hurt you a bit in the teahouse, but you still wanted me dead, so don’t blame me now."

"You, you unfilial..."

With a swing of his hand, Han Fei slapped the man’s face, no longer repressing the fury in his brain sea. He had long wanted to do this.

Striking the man’s abdomen, Han Fei threw him into the corner. At this moment, strange noises started coming from around the small building, and Wang Quan’s henchmen, the ruffians and hooligans, began to gather towards this spot.

"This old bastard really is in cahoots with Wang Quan and the others! Betraying even his own son! Is he even human?" Li Long and Li Hu, seeing the thugs armed with steel pipes and bludgeons, closed ranks behind Han Fei. Although they were mentally prepared, they still felt utterly disgusted witnessing this scene.

Wang Quan’s minions kept arriving in larger numbers, but Han Fei’s attention was still on the underground passage.

"Stay alert, don’t move rashly!" Han Fei’s pupils slowly constricted as he saw a shadow emerge from the pitch-black underground passage, followed by the sound of an iron door being opened.

Two figures, one tall and one short, came out, their hands gripping steel pipes and chains, tattoos of human heads on their necks.

Behind them followed a doctor, hands in sterilized gloves, carrying a medical bag, dressed in surgical attire, seemingly ready to operate on a patient at any moment.

"Why would a surgeon be in the basement? Had the former Master of Shrine really signed that body abandonment agreement?"

Han Fei, Li Long, and Li Hu backed away, but those two who had emerged from the underground passage became interested in Han Fei.

"When I first saw this kid, I felt he was very unfamiliar. Now, looking at him, he indeed seems out of the ordinary, perhaps representing some special memory," said Seven Fingers, gripping his steel pipe and staring at Han Fei with excitement.

"I’ve almost checked everyone in this world, yet I’ve never seen him. If it’s not a change in memory, then something from outside must have entered the Shrine," said Eight Fingers, short and with wrinkled skin, resembling a Water Ghost, "No matter, we need to capture him."

Dragging the chains on the ground, when Eight Fingers moved forward, the thugs surrounding the small building also advanced.

Just as Han Fei’s retreat seemed about to be cut off, a flurry of footsteps suddenly rang out from a distant alley.

Brother Snake had arrived. They were all uniformly dressed in black, and many were merchants from West City District and workers who labored there.

Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers were arrogant and ruthless, taking pleasure in tormenting the living. The residents of West City District had long been fed up with them but had never dared to speak out due to lack of a leader.

Han Fei’s appearance simply gave them a reason, a reason to convince themselves to rebel.

"There are quite a few of you, but no matter how many you come, it’s useless." A large group had joined Brother Snake, with varied ages, and they clearly had the advantage in numbers, but Eight Fingers was not panicked at all.

He looked at Brother Snake’s gang and some nearby shopkeepers who were ready to resist with a smile: "This isn’t the first time I’ve entered his Memory World, nor is it the first time I’ve dealt with you, so why do you never learn?"

Pale fingers stretched forward as the short man pointed at Brother Snake who stood at the forefront: "The last time I killed you was thirty days ago, your daughter cried so loudly, I particularly liked the sound of her crying, so I took the entire night to kill you. Are you curious how your daughter is now? I put her in a box and made her into a Music Box."

Brother Snake’s face instantly darkened. Few people knew he had a daughter; it was his biggest secret.

"And you two brothers? I peeled off your tattoos and stuck them on the wall."

"And you, what’s your name again? Never mind, I can’t remember. I only remember how you died and the color of the blotches on your heart."

Eight Fingers’ gaze swept over every person present. It seemed he had killed most of them before: "Don’t hate me. If you want to blame someone, blame your existence in West City District. In this entire world, this is the only place abandoned by the Master of Shrine. Here we can vent all our Grudge without any concern, and it won’t affect his memory because in his heart, you all should die."

"Don’t listen to this Madman’s nonsense! Take them down!" shouted a male waiter from the teahouse, and the crowd surged forward, the melee erupting in the narrow White Building.

Hearing what Eight Fingers said, Han Fei also finally understood why Brother Snake called them madmen.

The Fingers weren’t entering the Master of Shrine’s Memory World for the first time. Every time they failed and exited, the Master of Shrine’s memory seemed to reset. These ten hysterical madmen didn’t know how many people they had killed in the Master of Shrine’s Memory World.

"Resistance is useless. You cannot kill me completely; you are merely the most superficial dust of this world, which I can wipe away with a flick of the hand!" Eight Fingers shouted arrogantly. His voice caught the attention of the teahouse staff.

Those staff members appeared to be waiters, but in fact, they were Brother Snake’s trusted followers. They had long harbored anger when they heard Brother Snake being humiliated.

At that moment, several of them exchanged glances and moved closer amidst the chaos. When they were just over two meters away from Eight Fingers, they acted simultaneously, abandoning their current targets and attacking Eight Fingers together.

A solid wooden stick was swung, easily dodged by Eight Fingers, but when he grew careless, the waiter seized the chance and struck Eight Fingers on the head with a stick.

Blood flowed, Eight Fingers’ skull was cracked open, but strangely, he did not fall. Instead, as if invigorated by the injury, his movements became faster and more frenzied!

This guy was as if not human at all; regardless of how severe the injury, it didn’t affect him.

The waiter’s eyes were filled with shock. By the time he realized what was happening, his abdomen had already been pierced by the chain.

Looking at the scattering Blood Pearls, he couldn’t believe that the iron chains could penetrate human flesh so effortlessly.

Distorted and sick, a face almost touched his nose as Eight Fingers laughed and pulled out the chain: "Just a shell disguised with memories, you didn’t actually think that would hurt my Soul, did you?"

Unconcerned with the sticks hitting his body, Eight Fingers flung the waiter into the basement, then prepared to search for his next target.

"I’ll savor your despair later."

With blood-stained chains in hand, Eight Fingers began to search the crowd for Han Fei. He liked killing strangers; new faces excited him more.

"Found you."

Han Fei still stood at the entrance of the White Building, protecting Li Long and Li Hu, whose arms had been broken.

There were too many people around, and he was exhausted from coping with them. He had sustained many injuries, and his leg wound had started to bleed.

Eight Fingers approached stealthily, not caring about his own injuries. After all, pain only served to excite him more.

The closer he got, the more blood vessels appeared in his eyes, like a shark drawn to the scent of blood.

"It’s not rotten memories. On his body, I seem to smell the scent of a soul."

Eight Fingers suddenly accelerated. His chain appeared silently beside Han Fei. But just as he was about to strike, the exceedingly weary Han Fei turned around, a faint smile on his face.

"Did he know I would come?" Eight Fingers hesitated briefly. His eyes, full of blood vessels, swept over Han Fei’s hand and saw that Han Fei had merely taken a knife handle from his pocket.

"Knife handle?"

The heart that had suddenly tightened relaxed in an instant. He wasn’t afraid of a knife, let alone just a handle.

His sinister smile twisted even more. Eight Fingers didn’t plan to kill Han Fei immediately. Such an interesting prey was worth torturing for a while, especially since he had to stay for thirty days every time he came in.

Gripping the chain tightly, Eight Fingers was about to strangle Han Fei when Han Fei stabbed the handle of the bladeless knife towards Eight Fingers’ heart.

The sunlight today was a bit dazzling, seemingly brighter than usual.

No one noticed anything unusual, not even Eight Fingers himself, who only felt a coldness in his chest, followed by a burning fire that began to rage within!

He felt as if his memories were ignited in an instant. The flames that scorched his mortal shell seemed to burn upon his soul.

As both collapsed with the chain around Han Fei’s neck, Eight Fingers would never stand again. All his sins were shattered by that one strike, and his soul was entirely composed of sins.

"How can this be..."

The distant fighting continued. Seven Fingers, a towering figure, seemed to sense something and shook off his frenzy. He spotted Han Fei lying on the ground and the chain on Han Fei’s shoulder at first glance.

Swinging his steel pipe, indifferent to friend or foe, he knocked aside anyone in his path.

Forcing his way through, Seven Fingers finally reached Han Fei. He grabbed for the chain on Han Fei’s shoulder, but only after his fingers touched the chain did he realize something was wrong.

This wasn’t Eight Fingers’ chain. It was covered in animal fur and reeked of death and curses.

By the time he realized the problem, the chain seemed to come to life, coiling around him like a snake.

Swinging his hand to break free, Seven Fingers suddenly felt a chill in his chest, a sensation he hadn’t felt in many years.

"Not good!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, the face tattoo on the back of Seven Fingers’ neck began to melt away!

Deep black resentment burned his skin, burst through his veins, and bore into his heart. But he was a step too late.

Before the black resentment from the face tattoo could enter his heart, the sunlight had already pierced through his chest.

The tall and sturdy body dissolved rapidly under the sunlight, and the left arm filled with hatred lunged fiercely in the direction of the knife blade. Even if it couldn’t kill the assailant, it sought to leave a mark before the body disintegrated.

The hand contaminated with the hatred of this world clenched tightly, the seven fingers crushing the plaster on Li Long’s arm, leaving a black palm print that could never be washed away.

As Li Long cried out in alarm, Han Fei quietly tucked the handle of the Slaughter Saber back into position.

"I was already fast enough, yet he still had the ability to resist? It turns out that the head tattoo was not just for show; it also concealed part of their power," Han Fei had anticipated resistance, but not in this form.

The mark left on Li Long might just be suitable for distracting Ten Fingers. But if Han Fei himself became the focus of Ten Fingers’ attention, preventing him from fulfilling the Master of Shrine’s regrets, then it was possible everyone would have to be buried together.

Wang Quan’s side, already at a numerical disadvantage, stood no chance after the disappearance of Seven Fingers and Eight Fingers.

"Those two madmen have run away! They’re scared!"

Someone in the crowd shouted out vigorously, breaking the morale, and Wang Quan’s thugs began to scatter and flee, losing the momentum they had at the start.

Once they had completely driven them away, Brother Snake and the other brothers approached Han Fei. The old fox didn’t ask anything about Seven Fingers or Eight Fingers; he was only concerned about Han Fei’s injuries. Then, in front of everyone, he declared that the debts of Han Fei and Li Long were wiped clean.

To make it more convincing, he specifically asked for the IOU of fifteen hundred yuan and burned it there and then with a lighter.

After earning Brother Snake’s friendship and being freed from all the high-interest loans, a system notification sounded in Han Fei’s mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed a Shrine Random Task—Beast Trapping!"

"The one imprisoned in the cage, having lost all humanity, eventually becomes a mud statue within the Shrine."

"Thirty percent of the Master of Shrine’s inner regrets have been mended! Received a substantial amount of experience rewards! Acquired a blinded red left eye, acquired a pierced and tattered right ear, acquired a broken left hand with fingers, acquired vitality-depleted innards."

"Please enter an unlit basement to trigger the mission rewards!"

Han Fei noticed that this task had just compensated for ten percent of the Master of Shrine’s regrets.

"What exactly did he experience in that basement?"

Only after completing the task did Han Fei enter the basement with Li Long and Li Hu. They walked down the steps for a long time and finally reached a place where sunlight couldn’t penetrate.

As they opened the iron door before them, they found a doctor wearing a surgical gown, trembling in the darkness.

"Please let me go! I don’t know anything! I have nothing to do with them!" The man knelt down on the ground, "I was forced too; they made me do it."

The basement under White Building had been modified, and the space was vast.

Using his mobile phone to light the way, Han Fei saw that the basement was filled with blood-stained mats and chains, and in the center of the room stood a chair.

The moment he saw these things, the part of Han Fei’s memories in his Brain Sea began to burn. The heart-wrenching pain tugged at his nerves, as screams and wails echoed in his ears. That memory, which did not belong to Han Fei, ripped into several pieces, each flooding into his left eye, right ear, fingers, and innards.

By the time Han Fei regained his senses, he found himself sitting on the wooden chair in the center of the room, his arms hanging limply.

His right eye saw everything normally, but the world seen through his left eye had a thin veil of blood mist. Some people appeared normal in this mist, while others had already begun to show strange changes—a fact they themselves had yet to realize.

"I’m in the room behind the cabinet..." His right ear caught a faint voice. Han Fei stood up, pushed aside the only cabinet in the basement, and saw that behind it was a Hidden Door.