My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 467 Level 18 (5000)

Chapter 467: Chapter 467 Level 18 (5000)

The Chef was one of the Ten Fingers, and he had entered the Shrine Memory World many times, familiar with every inch of this underground storage room.

So he never expected that a perfectly fine wall would suddenly have a large hole appear in it.

The moment his body fell into the Well, the Chef looked at Han Fei, who was wearing a beast-faced mask, staring at the uniform on Han Fei’s body.

"Why would you, a store clerk, dig a huge hole in the boss’s storage room?"

As soon as his arm touched the surface of the water, the Chef had already sensed something ominous, no "person" in the Memory World could kill them, but that didn’t mean the Shrine lacked the power to do so.

There are several taboo places in the Shrine World, and the Wish Well is one of them.

The Chef was a ruthless man, immediately wanting to sacrifice half his body to survive, but his reaction was still a bit too late, the flesh that fell into the well water was seized by the floating human faces.

If relying solely on Han Fei’s own strength, there was no way to stop the Chef from escaping, but unfortunately, the Well concealed countless Resentment Spirits.

Those "Sacrificial Offerings" pushed into the Well tore at the Chef like mad, dragging every piece of his flesh into the deeper water.

Looking at Han Fei, who alongside countless Resentment Spirits, energetically dragged him down, the already pale face of the Chef turned an angry shade of green.

"You want someone to cushion your fall, even in death?"

The Chef was well aware of the fate that awaited anyone who fell into the Well, all the tattoos on the back of his neck merged into his body, protecting his heart.

Now, to escape unscathed was a luxury, the only chance was to protect the core of resentment, his heart, which was key to becoming hatred later on. Everything else could be discarded, as long as his heart remained, there would be a chance of rebirth within the hatred.

While the Chef was still contemplating how to save himself, Han Fei had already started to make a wish.

Having finally dragged his most important enemy into the Well, it would be a disservice to himself not to make a wish.

"I wish..." As soon as Han Fei began to think of making a wish, he heard a voice in his right ear.

"Don’t ask him, the moment you make your first wish, you will never be free! Even a wish without a cost will imprison you forever! The real price of a cost-free wish is everything you have!"

Han Fei’s right ear, awarded by the Master of Shrine and imbued with his memories, demanded that he be prudent since the Master had spoken.

The Wish Well is bottomless, just like human desire, once you fall into it, you keep sinking deeper.

Looking down, Han Fei saw that below his feet were swimming heads, those pushed into the Well turned into fish-like monsters, grabbing onto his legs, biting his clothes, and frantically pulling him toward the deeper parts of the Well.

The light from the mouth of the Well gradually blurred, much like the moon slowly being obscured by thick clouds on a night shrouded in dense fog.

Hair fell onto his face, those head-like monsters swam around Han Fei and the Chef, but they were not the most terrifying things in the Well.

"The system shouldn’t issue tasks that are certain death."

The water in the Wish Well was almost entirely condensed from resentment, gathering the most negative emotions from the mortal world, and all submerged in the Well would be stung by resentment until they turned into unrecognizable monsters.

Compared to Han Fei, enveloped by the soul-wrapping fog, the Chef, emitting an aura of grudge energy, was more popular with the monsters in the Well.

Touched by the tattoos, the Chef’s power kept increasing; only when it reached a certain threshold would he be expelled from the Shrine World.

At this moment, the Chef protected his "heart," silently waiting for the only chance.

Han Fei held onto the Chef; he could probably guess what the Chef was thinking—if he let the Chef go, wouldn’t all the dangerous things he had done be for nothing?

With red eyes, Han Fei had forgotten that he jumped into the Well for a task. Truth be told, the Chef was the more innocent party; he was merely dragged into the Well incidentally.

Drawing out the Rebirth Saber, Han Fei stabbed towards the Chef’s leg.

A hazy light appeared underwater; the nearby head-like monsters were frightened away, and this unexpected discovery brought joy to Han Fei. Those "people" trapped in the Wish Well for years had merged with the resentment, accustomed to the darkness, of course, they would fear a sudden appearance of light.

The Chef had not expected Han Fei to launch an attack under these circumstances; he was so angry he trembled, but was powerless.

The space in the well was limited, making it hard to dodge, and the Chef used all his strength to protect his heart.

Soon, wounds appeared on his legs and stomach, and what was worse, wounds inflicted by the Rebirth Saber were hard to heal.

The monsters surrounding the Chef became more numerous, and the Chef gradually felt overwhelmed. They had no idea how long they had been sinking, but the well seemed bottomless.

Swinging a saber in the water was extremely draining, and with Han Fei already injured, he had reached his limit. Death, like a noose slowly tightening, was already around his neck.

Opening the panel, Han Fei clung to his last hope and scrolled through the item bar, but there was no item that could help him escape this plight.

His skin was burned by the Grudge Water in the well, his body felt like it was sinking into a sea of fire, and pain spread from all over his body. Negative emotions began to fill Han Fei’s mind, exacerbated by pain and despair.

His trembling pupils rapidly scanned the attribute panel, as if a voice in the dark was hinting at something, making him focus on a certain Talent.

Soul-summoning!

Well water poured into his damaged right ear, the fire burning inside made the warning voice indistinct.

At the same time, another voice reached his left ear, "There’s no other chance, you can only make a wish to the Shrine, exchange the most important person for a chance at life."

"Only by surviving, can you save more people."

"One life in exchange for countless others, is there a better choice than this?"

That voice penetrated his left ear, echoing in Han Fei’s head, as images of people critically important to him emerged in the sea of his memories.

"Placing your own life and the lives of others on a scale, every soul has its price, this is your last chance."

The images in his memories became clearer, Huang Ying’s figure almost dominating Han Fei’s vision.

"He is your best friend, he will definitely understand your choice. With the smallest stake, gain the highest return for yourself, what are you hesitating for?"

The Grudge Water was chillingly cold, and the sensation piercing his soul felt as if fire was burning in his marrow.

It was too painful, too helpless.

The warning sound from his right ear had almost disappeared, while the voice from his left ear filled his mind.

Han Fei no longer had the strength to hold onto the Chef, his body sank into darkness; his consciousness grew dim.

Well water flowed into his right ear, soaked his left eye, and invaded his organs.

Memories not belonging to Han Fei rose from his flesh. Long ago, another person had jumped into the well just like Han Fei.

That person was once the Master of Shrine.

He fled back from West City, wounded all over, his life hanging by a thread, his only bargaining chip was himself.

Having lost all humanity, he had no more hopes for this world and wanted to use his body to make his final wish.

The memory of the Master of Shrine overlapped with Han Fei, and the Han Fei of now, just like the Master of Shrine then,

voluntarily leapt into the Wish Well, constantly falling in the darkness.

Pushed to the limit, he made a wish before dying.

The Master of Shrine in the Memory Fragments slowly opened his mouth; Han Fei, however, used his last will to dispel the apparition of Huang Ying, dismissing even the possibility of one more wish, because he would never exchange Huang Ying’s life for his own survival.

In the same despair, the Memory Fragment of the Master of Shrine opened his mouth, just like he had years ago, and voiced the wish at the bottom of his heart.

"I want to gain the power to change everything!"

As the Master of Shrine’s remaining memories made the wish again, Han Fei chose to protect Huang Ying.

After the Master of Shrine finished his wish, Han Fei’s left eye filled with blood silk, his mangled right ear, and his damaged organs all dissolved into the water of the well.

At the same time, Han Fei felt the downward suction disappear, and the memories that did not belong to him vanished from his mind like smoke.

His eyes widened, a thought flashed rapidly through Han Fei’s brain.

"When the Master of Shrine jumped into the Wish Well in desperation in reality, his left eye was gouged out, his right ear was pierced through, and a viscera from his abdomen was taken. So when he made a wish in reality, these missing organs were not on his body."

"After I entered the Shrine Memory World and helped the Master of Shrine to fulfill his regrets, he bestowed upon me the missing part of his body. And now he has used that missing part again as a bargaining chip to make another wish."

"From this moment on, the Master of Shrine no longer has any self, and all his memories should have been taken by the Shrine."

As he plummeted into the deep well, Han Fei did not sacrifice his best friend to save his own life in the face of death; he made a different choice from the Master of Shrine.

The Shrine Random Task was leading Han Fei step by step, allowing him to experience all of the past of the Master of Shrine and also to fulfill his regrets.

The Wish Well no longer bound Han Fei; he swam upward swiftly, and as he passed by the Chef, he took out the Rebirth Saber.

Normally, Han Fei would not have been able to leave so smoothly, he might have suffered more pain, but the appearance of the Chef helped to relieve some of the pressure for him.

At that moment, about a dozen human-headed fish were gnawing at the Chef, and countless pallid arms were reaching out from the well’s walls, grabbing the Chef’s body. These were all meant to deal with Han Fei.

"Great favors are beyond words of thanks, I’ll send you on your way to the ultimate bliss of rebirth now."

He drew his saber and stabbed it into the Chef’s chest; the Chef, already subdued by the monsters in the well, couldn’t dodge in time, and his chest was pierced through.

Grudge energy surged out from the Chef’s shattered heart, inciting even greater excitement and frenzy among the monsters. Han Fei did not dare to linger any longer; after the deed, he quickly swam upwards.

Without looking back, the only thing in Han Fei’s eyes was the rope hanging over the edge of the well.

His body grew heavier, and the monsters in the well water slowly began to react, starting to swim towards Han Fei. Even more terrifying was that something in the depths of the well stirred the water awake.

Clenching his teeth, the professional talent of the Midnight Butcher was a great help to Han Fei; unlike ordinary players who grow weaker with lower blood volume, it was the exact opposite for Han Fei.

The slower he swam, the faster he went, pushing himself with his last breath towards the surface.

Before grabbing the rope, he did not forget to take the items floating on top of the well water with him.

The task required Han Fei to bring out three items, but he felt he shouldn’t waste this opportunity. He first grasped the Red Skirt in his hand, then used that skirt like a net to scoop up most of the photographs floating on the water surface and some scattered trinkets.

Breaking the water’s surface, Han Fei greedily gasped for air, but when he prepared to take the Red Skirt away from the Wish Well, his body felt incredibly heavy.

Those seemingly ordinary photographs each weighed as much as a living person because they floated on the surface solely thanks to the grudge energy condensed within the well water.

The Chef had been devoured, and the monsters in the well charged directly at Han Fei.

"Quick! Pull me up!" Han Fei clung desperately to the rope, and a Blood-colored Paperman who bore the same face as Xu Qin emerged from the other side of the shelf.

When Han Fei saw the Chef and the Dwarf entering the underground, he had already planned everything. He intended to kill one of them first, then use the well to dispose of the other.

To implement this plan, he had hidden the paperman in the shelf in advance.

With the dragging assistance of the Blood-colored Paperman, Han Fei escaped the well with a load of photographs.

Without any hesitation, he immediately restored the shelf to its original state.

Having narrowly escaped death, Han Fei lay on the ground; his left eye and his right ear had returned to normal, but the eerie ability had not completely disappeared.

"Player 0000, please be advised! You have completed the Shrine Random Task — Wish Well."

"The choice made is irreversible. If you want to retrieve something from the well, you have to exchange it with yourself. You jumped into the Wish Well before midnight and successfully brought out twenty-one items, exceeding the task requirements."

"The regrets in the heart of the Master of Shrine have been fulfilled by sixty percent! You have received a large amount of experience as a reward! You have earned the right to use twenty-one items! You have obtained a Personality Fragment left behind by the original master of the Shrine!"

"Personality Fragment (Special Item): Only when an unspeakable being’s soul is utterly shattered, a small chance remains that a Personality Fragment of their memories will be left behind. Players who merge enough Personality Fragments into their soul can gain the incomplete Personality of the Shrine’s original master or awaken a Personality of their own."

"Be careful! Each personality will have an impact on your future! Good personalities can raise your limits, while bad personalities can destroy everything."

"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully leveled up to 18! One free attribute point added!"

As the system success notification sounded, Han Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I’ve maintained Brother Huang Ying’s friendship."

He got up from the ground, took off his soaked clothes; his clerk uniform was drenched with well water, carrying a heavy load of resentment. That hatred was like tiny iron needles, continuously pricking him.

"The cold has seeped into my body, I must leave here quickly."

Han Fei glanced at the shrine once more, noticing the small door atop it had already opened about two finger-widths, and pitch darkness lay behind it, giving Han Fei a highly uncomfortable feeling.

"Is something inside about to come out?"

He grabbed a black cloth to cover the shrine, dragged the Red Skirt, and walked over to the escalator.

The panel blocking the way to the ground floor was smoothly opened this time, and without wishing to stay underground a moment longer, Han Fei climbed out of the storage room, laden with various items.

Returning to the ground floor, the light shone on him and Han Fei finally let his heart settle.

He opened the attribute panel; without much thought, he directly added the free attribute point to his physical strength.

Due to the talent of his Midnight Butcher profession, Han Fei’s Physical Strength Attribute officially reached thirty points!

Level eighteen, thirty physical strength, main profession as a butcher, hobby in acting, this was Han Fei now.

After his physical strength reached thirty, Han Fei received another system notification.

"Attention, player number 0000! Your physical strength has reached thirty, nearing the limit an ordinary person can achieve without the use of drugs! Successfully awaken a physical talent!"

"Choice one: Strange Power (F-grade ordinary talent, additionally enhances your strength by ten percent)."

"Choice two: Flying (F-grade ordinary talent, additionally enhances your speed by ten percent)."

Han Fei didn’t hesitate much and chose Flying, knowing that no amount of strength would win over resentment, and it would be better to run even faster.

"One day, I’ll run faster than all the ghosts."

With the Flying Talent and the patrolling talent granted by the hidden profession Death Building Security Guard, Han Fei could run at a surprisingly fast speed at night, and most ghosts truly couldn’t catch up to him.

He opened the shop door and sprinted a short distance outside; he nearly crashed into the shop next door due to not being used to the new speed, "It’s true that every increase of ten in an attribute leads to a qualitative change."

After adding the attribute points, Han Fei looked at the quest rewards. The so-called Personality Fragment was not seen in his item bar; and he felt it was already existing within his soul.

The Master of Shrine made another sacrifice of his incomplete left eye, right ear, and internal organs to the wish; all of which had already been reclaimed by the shrine. Yet, Han Fei could still use part of their abilities, perhaps due to the Personality Fragment.

"The Plastic Surgery Hospital destroyed so many children just to create one with a perfect personality. In the Deep World of ’Perfect Life’, only after the ’Unspeakable Soul Scattering’ might a Personality Fragment be left by a small chance. Is this personality really that important?"

Han Fei noticed something; if he collected enough Personality Fragments, he could awaken his own personality.

Actually, Han Fei also wanted to see if the Healing-type Personality truly existed.

Returning to the shop, Han Fei began to check his other "pile" of rewards.

The system required him to take out three items, but using the perfect coordination between the Abnormal Chef and the Blood-colored Paperman, with one attracting the firepower and one providing support, he almost completely swept clean the items on the water’s surface.

"Now I hold the right to use twenty-one items."

There was a variety of things in the well, most of which Han Fei didn’t know how to deal with, so he first took out the old man’s family photo and the striking red skirt.

"The lady on the third floor of the department store has been constantly trying on clothes; what she wants to find must be this skirt."

He found a bag to pack the items, picked up the Red Skirt, and walked out of the shop, this time heading to do a big job in the women’s clothing area on the third floor.