My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 478: The Torch Falls, the Flame Still Rises! (5000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: The Torch Falls, the Flame Still Rises! (5000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

In a desperate attempt to unleash all his power, he devoured his own companion. After he was gravely injured by the Rebirth Saber and left the Memory World, Han Fei became the only Outsider left in the city.

Emotions plummeting to zero, Han Fei saw everything around him mutate, with all negative emotions amplified several-fold. The moment he began to fear, he would be instantly crushed.

The department store loomed like a seven-story Shrine, the entire city transformed into a vast lake shimmering against the darkness, with money-collared Wild Dogs and Monsters showing their fangs and claws. The Grudge tree connected to the well stretched its branches, its arms crawling all over the building, rooting into every Monster’s body.

"Scared?"

Staring at the apocalyptic department store, Han Fei felt no fear; somehow, he had grown accustomed to walking through nightmares.

Even alone, he did not step back, let alone now when he had companions standing behind him.

It wasn’t just Han Fei who wanted to kill Boss Gu. Those Resentment Spirits that Boss Gu had thrown into the well were almost unable to contain their urge to kill anymore.

Everything was part of Han Fei’s plan—to wait for Boss Gu to drive away the Ten Fingers, then awaken the public’s conscience to reveal the truth about the past.

After stripping the layers of charisma from Boss Gu, the deceived masses would naturally stop serving him.

Step by step, Han Fei isolated the department store boss, a god believed by none hardly counts as a god.

He had carved out a path of survival from the most desperate of places, and now Han Fei had the standing to face his opponent directly.

Unable to bear the stimulation of hatred any longer, the woman in a red dress was the first to take action. Her nearly three-meter-tall stature appeared "petite" in front of the Grudge tree, but her destructive power was not to be underestimated.

The woman inflicted multiple wounds on Boss Gu, easily breaking all the blood-soaked hands reaching for her, refusing to let Boss Gu take anything else from her again.

"We should start too." Shreds of colorful family portraits were torn apart in the air, and the elderly family emerged, destroying the photos that had been soaked in well water. If they did not destroy the Shrine tonight, their souls would scatter.

One by one, family members walked towards the giant tree, the elderly man watching the falling fragments of the group photo turned to Han Fei and said, "All of us were once pushed into the well, now we have developed a special connection with the Shrine. We can’t help you destroy it, but we can hold off that Madman outside for you."

"That’s enough."

"Remember, never make a wish to the Shrine, don’t let it tempt you; the only one who can fulfill your wishes in this world is yourself." The old man gave Han Fei one last look, "Don’t fear the Shrine; the well was just an ordinary Well to begin with. It only changed because too many memories and wishes fell into it."

After advising Han Fei, the old man approached the Resentment tree, by then Boss Gu’s body had nearly enveloped half of the department store.

Monsters with money collars continuously merged into Boss Gu’s body, who seemed impossible to defeat. His appearance in the Memory World was probably also related to the impression he left with the Master of the Shrine.

Since entering the Memory World, Han Fei had experienced the Master of the Shrine’s past, he knew that form of desperation all too well.

Compared to Boss Gu, who possessed abundant wealth, connections, and power, the Master of the Shrine resembled a Puppet that could only be manipulated, a fact underlined by the toys that children most loved to play with.

Whether it was the boy who drowned or the child with six fingers, they both liked to play with a doll that resembled a real person.

Everyone manipulated the Puppet, posing it in various positions, yet in actuality, most of the city’s people were like that Puppet.

What they called fate was merely strings they couldn’t break away from, one end tied to the desires in their hearts, the other to the wish-filled Shrine.

Anyone slightly connected with the Shrine was compelled by it to search for a predetermined future.

"All tragedies stem from this Shrine, destroying it is indeed the only way."

It was hard for those linked with the Shrine to cause it harm; only Han Fei in the department store possessed the ability to destroy it.

"Since I entered the Memory World, the Shrine has constantly tempted me, triggering the memories deep within me, and delivering blow after blow. Fortunately, I had long grown accustomed to facing despair."

The Shrine, heavily damaged by the Ten Fingers’ full-on attack, had changed its shape; the top was completely torn off, and the inner walls shattered outward, revealing the well formed by countless human hands within.

Han Fei had seen the interior of the Shrine in an Illusion, but approaching it again still left him deeply shaken.

The numerous arms reaching toward Han Fei seemed to represent desire and greed, precisely these incessantly grasping arms formed the Wish Well that reached unfathomably deep.

With the Shrine’s outer wall destroyed, the well made of arms was expanding ceaselessly. The Divine Patterns and Sacrificial Offerings in the basement storeroom were all torn apart by the arms, and a large number of photos dumped by Boss Gu in the secret room began to be swallowed by the Well.

"The arms that make up this well seem to have decreased compared to before. Could it be because many mutated Monsters no longer trust Boss Gu? Have they abandoned this so-called Divine Spirit?"

The pitch-black mouth of the well was beside a very thin rope, from which faintly transmitted Pei Yang’s crying, Huang Li discussing the price of goods, and Li Long and Li Hu arguing.

All the experiences Han Fei had gone through were woven into a rope, and following this rope of memory, it seemed one could reach the bottom of the well.

No one knew what was hidden beneath the well water, despite fingers probing for ten years without success.

The Ghost Pattern on his body slowly lit up, and the ferocious Nine-life Cat opened its eyes. Han Fei clenched the Rebirth Saber, slashed those pale human hands, and stepped beside the well.

Seizing the rope of memory, Han Fei jumped into the well without looking back.

Countless arms tried to tear him apart, trying to stop him from continuing downward.

Fingers dropped into the well, scrabbling upwards even if it meant slicing off flesh and blood.

Knowing this leap was a matter of life and death, Han Fei still exerted all his strength to go down; he wanted to destroy the Shrine, to end this tragedy before that mother’s death.

The rope of memory still couldn’t touch the water surface; Han Fei looked at the well steeped with countless wishes, and his soul resonated. Suddenly, his left eye discovered something!

The water surface, like a misty mirror, reflected his own figure, a figure he had seen many times in the Memory World, but each time he could not see the other person’s face clearly—whether in front of a mirror in the basement of West City District or next to the fitting mirrors on the third floor of the Department Store. All the mirrors’ reflections of Han Fei were somewhat blurred.

It was like him but also not like him.

He had never been able to see his own face clearly until this moment when he looked at the well full of wishes.

The water surface reflected his figure, and that blurred face gradually became clear.

The person was not him, yet he felt incredibly familiar, as if the other had always been watching him, one of the most important people to him.

"Who are you really?"

The well water, like a mirror, divided reality from memory. Han Fei on the water surface was torn by countless arms, desperately stretching his hand towards the water.

The figure under the water looked at Han Fei with relief; he was surrounded by countless malicious wishes, and countless arms were dragging him behind, seemingly trying to pull him to the deepest part of the well.

"Give me your hand!"

Han Fei reached toward the water surface, and the person soaked in the well water also reached out his hand towards him, but when Han Fei’s hand touched the water surface, he grasped nothing.

Mirage on the water, how could they possibly grasp each other?

Just as Han Fei was about to try again, the well was struck, and numerous arms fell into it.

Han Fei looked up; a nearly three-meter-tall woman in a red dress was entangled by dead tree branches and heavily smashed near the Shrine.

The closer a Monster transformed by Boss Gu got to the Shrine, the more formidable its strength. However, it was the exact opposite for others; they were influenced and even suppressed by the Shrine.

A piercing laughter echoed on the first floor of the Department Store. Boss Gu seemed to have victory in his grasp as he dealt with the attacks from the crowd, all the while intensely focusing on Han Fei.

"I waited so long, did you really think you had a chance to win against me?"

The wounds on Boss Gu’s body continuously split open, and more and more arms stretched out like branches around him, seemingly wanting to spread and support the entire Department Store.

Accompanied by a thunderous blast, the wall on the north side of the Department Store completely collapsed, dimly revealing the roof of People’s Hospital.

"You’ll never win as long as you have someone precious in your heart."

Mad dogs wearing money collars charged towards the hospital. The Department Store boss knew well what Han Fei cared about the most; he recklessly shouted, "Life span! This time, my wish will be for a lifespan!"

"A wish?"

Han Fei looked at the numerous, indiscernible wishes sinking to the bottom of the well, merely illusory bubbles.

"If I also believed in the existence of wishes, then I would truly lose," Han Fei recalled the old man’s recent warning: "He said this well was originally just an ordinary well, but after too many wishes and memories fell into it, it turned into what it is now."

Han Fei gripped the rope in his hands, "This rope woven entirely from memories still can’t touch the water’s surface because there aren’t enough sacrificial offerings."

Looking down at the almost torn figure beneath the water surface, Han Fei knew what to do, he slit his wrist and let his blood drip onto the rope of memories.

"I have substituted in the soul of the Master of Shrine, I am now one of the sacrificial offerings, in fact, the most important one."

Before undertaking the Wish Well task, Han Fei had jumped into the well; he knew that feeling.

His body slid helplessly downward, struggling was futile, and the only thought in his heart at that time was—I wish there was a rope that could pull me out of this cold, desperate well water.

The blood slid down along the rope of memories, gradually being absorbed, and the rope, which was far from reaching the water surface, was now getting closer and closer.

Han Fei’s body became weak, and he could no longer hold tight the rope of the well, but the rope was still slightly short of the water’s surface.

"Lin Lu is not here..." Han Fei now understood the purpose of wish three task, which required him to kill Lin Lu at the right time, in the right place, to personally slaughter his own beautiful illusion—all these were experiences the Master of Shrine had gone through."

"Every task has a very clear purpose, they are all hints given by memory."

Lin Lu was the beautiful illusion conjured by the Master of Shrine, an imagination spawned from the split personality, and the last sacrificial offering.

"Aside from his mother, the Master of Shrine’s biggest regret must have been personally killing his only remaining beauty."

Having broken free from the chains of fate, both Lin Lu and the Master of Shrine’s mother were still alive, which should be the best outcome for the Master of Shrine.

Looking at where the water surface met the well’s walls, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Saber and swung it at that spot!

The soul resonated once again, behind the well wall slashed by the saber light, a pair of eyes filled with evil intent stared at Han Fei, "As my Soul of Evil, how can you be so timid?"

Tearing through the well wall, the Soul of Evil broke free from numerous arms, and grasped the rope of memories.

He laughed wildly, staring into Han Fei’s eyes, "I understand all your thoughts, go ahead and do it."

"Although I appreciate you, remember clearly, you are my Soul of Evil."

"Isn’t the standard for evil measured by how wicked it is?" The Soul of Evil’s eyes were chillingly sinister, he casually slit his own neck and with his mouth covered in soul blood, he fiercely bit the rope.

Simultaneously, Han Fei also reached his hand towards the water surface.

The rope of collected memories sank further, and when the rope touched the well’s surface, all the arms went berserk, numerous beautiful wishes shattered and turned into the most venomous curse!

"I hope the most beautiful girl in class encounters an accident, and then gets disfigured."

"I want her to love only me, if she dares to leave, she must die a terrible death."

"Money, give me enough money, and I can give you anything."

"Can more important things more likely make wishes come true? What can family be exchanged for?"

The bubbles of wishes exploded, releasing a black, foul-smelling curse, and the well water started to become murky, the reflected figures on the water surface also began to blur.

"Grab this rope! I’ll lead you out!"

The figure beneath the water grabbed the rope of memories, and the ethereal form began to solidify upon touching the memories.

As the rope of memories was pulled outward, the reflection in the well seemed like someone being pulled out of a mirror!

First the pale fingers, followed by arms, then that unknown face.

The man’s body was covered with still-shattering wishes, as the wishes broke, all those beautiful blessings turned into the most venomous curses, clinging tightly to him, not letting him go.

"Why am I so miserable, yet you can have happiness?"

"It was you who told me this place could grant wishes, you can’t leave!"

"I haven’t gotten what I wanted yet, how could I possibly let you go!"

Countless voices echoed in the deep well, countless arms clinging tightly to Han Fei and the man, refusing to let go.

Out of the initially simple and beautiful wishes grew one deformed monster after another, their numbers too great.

"I’ll hold them off, you keep going up!"

The Soul of Evil released his hands and lunged at the arms in the deep well, tearing at those monsters, driving away the darkness with the deepest malice and a hysteria-like madness.

Clinging to the rope of memory, Han Fei struggled upwards, but his arms were already out of strength.

So much hatred and resentment had accumulated in the Wish Well over the years that the crazed grasping arms almost tore Han Fei to shreds.

Gradually unable to hold on, just then, a hand strenuously pushed aside the blocking curse for him.

A frail child walked out of the Rebirth Saber, laboriously clearing the way for Han Fei.

"Wang Sheng?"

When the child appeared, pairs of hands supported Han Fei’s body, numerous figures together grasped the Rebirth Slaughter Saber with Han Fei.

He was never alone; the Rebirth Saber gathered the most beautiful and precious humanity of the Deep World.

If the souls contaminated by desires in the deep well were followers of the Shrine, then all the humanity in the Rebirth Saber were companions who would never betray Han Fei.

Lifting up Han Fei, the silhouettes were constantly shredded by the hands of desire, but no matter how many people fell, there were always hands striving to pull Han Fei out of the darkness.

They made their way upwards bit by bit, enduring the most malevolent curse, their bodies torn and deformed, but not a single one stopped moving.

With light hidden in their hearts, how could they willingly perish in the darkness?

As if two gods were battling, the ghosts and monsters of the Wish Well and the souls that believed in Han Fei locked in a power struggle.

When the last companion was knocked down by the arms, Han Fei finally brought the man to the brink of the well.

But when he tried to push the man out of the well, he found that all the malicious curses on the man had converged in his chest, forming a pattern of the well above his atrium.

Even though he had escaped the Wish Well of memory, as long as there were people who believed in the existence of the Wish Well, continuing to cast "curses" and "wishes" into it, the man could never be free.

"All the accumulated grudges in the Wish Well need someone to bear them, and the Master of Shrine is the bearer chosen by the Shrine, no wonder he became Unspeakable."

The pattern of the well on the man’s chest had formed, and no matter how much Han Fei pushed upwards, the opening of the well was just a meter away from him.

If they didn’t shatter the well within the man’s heart, they probably couldn’t leave.

Han Fei was completely exhausted, and the companions within the Rebirth Saber had also been submerged by those greedy arms.

At that moment, Han Fei made a decision in his heart, the last choice he would make in this memory world.

"I’ve never thought of myself as particularly good, nor have I felt that I could bring any hope. I have only wanted to live well, and if possible, take you to see the world after the daylight."

Grasping the Rebirth Saber tightly, the brilliant humanity sparkled upon the blade. Then, Han Fei plunged his sole reliance into the well pattern in the man’s chest!

The blade’s edge was like a pristine white flame, different from the black fire of hatred, a flame that had never appeared in the Deep World before.

It wasn’t dazzling nor contained too much power, but it could travel far in the night.

The well formed by countless curses twisted under the blade, and as the pattern of the well shattered, the man’s tightly closed eyes slowly opened.

By then, Han Fei was completely drained of strength, his body plummeting down, yet his eyes were fixed on the bright flame burning at the man’s chest.

The torch fell, but the flames continued to rise!