My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 534: I’m Creating a Horror Love Game (4000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 534: Chapter 534: I’m Creating a Horror Love Game (4000 Votes for Monthly Ticket)

Han Fei had experience with Shrine Inheritance Tasks before, and he knew the difficulty of surviving increased as the challenge progressed; he had to figure out a way to break through the game while it was still not too dangerous.

"The Mirror God’s Shrine Inheritance Task requires me to survive for thirty days. In reality, after the fifteenth day, I would have no chance to resist, only to be consumed by memory bit by bit. I should prepare in advance this time."

Walking cautiously on the sidewalk, Han Fei truly worried that the passerby next to him might suddenly pull out a knife and kill him, especially since this time he was impersonating the person most disliked by the Master of Shrine.

"Based on my last experience, I must fulfill the Master of Shrine’s regrets to have a chance at accessing the Item Bar, so my primary task now is to figure out what Fu Sheng’s regrets are."

Opening his phone, Han Fei started to look for his company’s address. Just as he lowered his head to check, something smashed the display window of the store not far in front of him.

Fragments scattered everywhere, followed by a man with his face covered carrying a bag of jewelry as he walked out.

The man moved faster than ordinary people, nonchalantly carrying the bag of jewels as he ran into an alleyway.

"A robber? Or a player?" Han Fei took out his phone to capture the man’s retreating figure, feeling that the man did not belong to this world.

The shopkeepers ran out calling for help, but the robber had already disappeared.

Han Fei provided the shopkeepers with the photo he had taken and then left.

He wandered around the city for a long time before finally finding his workplace.

It was a nearly thirty-story office building, and his company rented one entire floor.

"Fu Yi, you’re getting more excessive day by day. Look at your watch; what time is it now?"

Just as Han Fei squeezed into the elevator, a woman in a business casual suit fixed her gaze on him, her eyes seeming to spit fire.

"Sister Qian, I encountered a robber at a jewelry store on the way here, and I even took a photo." Righteous Hero was an excuse Han Fei used very proficiently, as he took out his phone to show the woman.

"You encountered a robber?" The woman furrowed her brows as she looked at Han Fei’s phone.

As the woman came closer, Han Fei also took a good look at her. This woman, named Zhao Qian, was two years older than the Master of Shrine’s father but was exceptionally well-preserved, appearing even younger than Han Fei.

She carried a mature woman’s Charm, giving off a professional, fashionable, approachable, and understated vibe, seeming also very affluent.

Having such a good-looking woman standing beside him, the first question that came to Han Fei’s mind was: will she kill me? The second was: how would she choose to kill me?

The woman, seeing that Han Fei was not lying, let him off this time: "Hurry up and get to work. I’ll see what excuse you come up with tomorrow."

The clicking of her heels on the floor tiles produced a crisp sound, and after the elevator doors opened, the woman entered her office.

"I’m in the design team." Han Fei came to the room next to Zhao Qian’s office, pushed open the door, and saw four employees working diligently.

"Is this supposed to be my workspace?" Han Fei walked to the desk at the farthest end, secretly glancing at Li Guo’er during the process.

Li Guo’er, wearing glasses, seemed completely engrossed in her work, showing no intention of plotting against Han Fei, almost as if what Han Fei saw in the morning was just an illusion.

Compared to Zhao Qian, Li Guo’er’s attire looked younger and more casual, somewhat like a recent college graduate.

As he sat at his desk, Han Fei turned on his computer. He glanced at those game design proposals but first sneakily played a round of Plants vs. Zombies.

"When do we get off work?"

Han Fei wasn’t just slacking off; mainly, his resume was too terrifying, and he feared that if he got serious and worked hard, he might end up driving the company into bankruptcy.

By then, without jobs, his colleagues would probably target him even more ferociously.

"I need to figure out why Li Guo’er wants to kill me. From our chat history, she and I are just colleagues with a good relationship."

Before he could finish a game of Plants vs. Zombies, the office door suddenly burst open, and a man yelled at Han Fei, "How long does it take you to design a set of action plans? Can you speed it up?"

"Of course, it takes a while. The core of action games is the action," Han Fei replied offhandedly.

"Fu Yi, are you looking for trouble?" the man was displeased with Han Fei’s attitude. "I know you’re upset after being replaced, but you could take it up with Sister Zhao Qian. What’s the point of making things difficult for us?"

"I’ll get it done quickly, don’t worry." Han Fei closed Plants vs. Zombies and started playing Fight the Landlord, glancing at the game design proposals again.

Eternal Life was a large-scale exploration game, telling the story of people who, after obtaining eternal life, built a massive Future City. The male protagonist, an underclass man with incomplete genes who could never achieve eternal life, gradually grows and progresses.

This big project was initially led by Fu Yi, but due to his insufficient capabilities, the management had transferred it to someone else and moved him to a smaller project on virtual love development.

"What kind of action design does a love game need?" Just as Han Fei finished reading the project description, Li Guo’er sent him a file.

Upon opening it, it was filled with various indescribable action scenes.

"This doesn’t seem appropriate, does it?" Han Fei felt the need to discuss this with Li Guo’er, so he got up and walked over to her. "Although our game is indeed for adults only, aren’t these pictures a bit too revealing?"

"Isn’t this what you asked for? In love development games, just showing skin is enough. I researched it, and most games on the market follow this style, constantly testing the limits of censorship," Li Guo’er spoke rapidly, her reply quite matter-of-fact.

"Since that’s the trend in the market, making our game even more revealing won’t give us a competitive edge. How about we think of something else? What if we turn this love development game into a horror love game?"

"Horror love?"

"The male lead is a scumbag who has hurt many truly nice girls. Eventually, those girls turn evil one day and seek various ways to kill him." Han Fei tried to express it as diplomatically as possible. "He also feels that those girls are right to want to kill him, but he wants to use the last part of his life to make up for some mistakes and regrets."

"That sounds quite interesting. I’m curious, Group Leader, how did you come up with such a twisted idea?" Li Guo’er looked at Han Fei, her gaze from behind her glasses somewhat intimidating.

"If you truly invest yourself in making a game, personal thoughts get infused into it. Mistakes have been made and can’t be changed; all that’s left is to spend the last part of your life making amends," Han Fei picked up a manuscript from the table. "We haven’t settled on the main plot yet, so it’s not too late to make changes."

"You can’t be serious, group leader—we’ve already worked overtime for two days," the other three group members started to wail.

"Don’t worry, I hate working overtime the most. Just do your job well during work hours. After work, I’ll lead the way out. If we don’t have enough project time, we’ll delay it, and I’ll handle any issues," Han Fei discussed with his four team members how to produce the horror love game, drawing from his unique experience and talent.

"Delay the chopping meat plot until 3 AM. The wife wants to kill him too. Don’t worry about it being too scary and driving players away. That’s how I used to date."

"Torturing the main character? He has cheated so many times, does getting chopped a couple of times really put him at a disadvantage?"

"Have you all been shackled in your thinking? Why must death be the end? Can’t a female ghost appear?"

"When it comes to styles of curses, you’re asking the right person. I have over a hundred here..."

Under Han Fei’s guidance, his four subordinates were bursting with inspiration. They finally understood why Fu Yi had been the company’s chief game designer before.

These whimsical ideas, these bizarre but unexpectedly compelling plots, it’s tough for a normal person to come up with such things.

"Group Leader Fu Yi, there’s someone downstairs looking for you." The office door was pushed open again, and someone shouted into the room.

"Okay, got it." After instructing his subordinates, Han Fei hurried downstairs.

As soon as he reached the lobby, he saw a woman wearing a pale-yellow dress standing at the door.

The woman seemed to be just out of high school. She looked somewhat green and was holding two cups of coffee.

"Who is this?" Han Fei strained to recall the information on his phone. The girl seemed to be someone Fu Yi had met online, with whom he had chatted anonymously. "I think I’ve seen her photo. This girl’s name is Wang Meijia. She hasn’t continued her studies after high school, apparently helping out at a relative’s clothing store."

As a married man, being pursued by a much younger girl to his company already spoke volumes about the situation.

If this had been the old Fu Yi, he would certainly have burst into a rage and scolded the girl.

"Why did you come to find me?" Han Fei stood in front of the girl.

"I don’t like bubble tea anymore. I think coffee tastes quite good." The girl handed the coffee she had bought to Han Fei. "I asked so many people, and they told me you work here."

"Have a seat first. We can chat slowly." Han Fei and the girl sat on the sofa in the lobby used to receive visitors, maintaining a mutual distance instinctively.

Taking out the coffees from the bag, Han Fei noticed the girl’s gaze unconsciously drifting toward the coffee, and he vaguely understood something.

Picking up the coffee, Han Fei captured the girl’s attention on himself and then started to inquire about her recent situation.

At first, the girl answered absent-mindedly, but gradually, she got caught up in her emotions and became increasingly distressed.

Her relatives treated her poorly, and her mother and stepfather scolded her constantly. Previously, Fu Yi had seemingly promised her something, but not only did he fail to fulfill it, he also disappeared.

"So where are you living now? Still with your mother?"

"My stepfather kicked me out. He said my brother is getting older and needs his own room," Wang Meijia spoke indifferently, her hands clenched tightly together.

"Why don’t you find a place to stay first, and be careful since you’re alone; don’t wander off. I’ll try to find you a job as soon as possible," Han Fei transferred some money to the other party, advising on many matters, feeling much like an old father to the girl.

While Han Fei spoke, Wang Meijia’s gaze toward Han Fei grew complicated.

"There seems to be an inn nearby, staying for a month straight will be much cheaper, and it’s close to my company too. You can come to me if you run into any trouble during weekdays." Han Fei kept a distance from Wang Meijia, but his words were comforting, and he was indeed helping her with actions.

The girl didn’t seem to be listening, her eyes constantly moving between Han Fei and the coffee in his hands.

"Let’s go, I’ll take you to that inn first."

Upon hearing Han Fei’s words, Wang Meijia’s body trembled slightly, and she stopped hesitating, just lowered her head.

The two left the company together. Han Fei dropped Wang Meijia off at the inn nearby. He did not go in, but like a caring old father, he continued to advise Wang Meijia on matters that a woman living alone should be cautious of and kept comforting and guiding her.

After a long talk, Han Fei, holding his coffee, was ready to leave, but the girl suddenly rushed forward and bumped into him strongly.

"Why are you suddenly being so nice to me? You fraud!"

The woman shouted loudly, then she ran away.

Han Fei wasn’t knocked over by the girl, but his coffee was spilled by the impact, and the dark liquid spread everywhere.

Compared to regular coffee, the girl’s coffee had a strange smell.

"Is she trying to poison me?" Han Fei’s face showed helplessness. He hadn’t even dated anyone yet, and he’d almost been killed three times already. "I was initially so proud to become the Old Building Chief’s father, not realizing this task would be such a pitfall."

Han Fei sighed lightly, ready to leave, when he suddenly saw a stray cat trying to taste the strange liquid on the ground.

"This is not something you can just taste, silly cat." Han Fei quickly grabbed the cat by the back of its neck, then borrowed a mop and bucket from the inn to wash the coffee off the ground before he departed.

When he returned to the floor where the Eternal Life Game was located, the employees’ gazes were a bit weird, likely because some blabbermouths had already spread the news about a girl running up to him.

Han Fei was already used to such stares; he greeted everyone as usual and then entered the design team’s office.

His four subordinates were all working earnestly, but the curtain by the window wasn’t completely closed; these people must have been peeping out of the window just before.

Walking to Li Guo’er’s desk, Han Fei continued to talk about his ideas, noticing that Li Guo’er had started a sketch: "What is this?"

"I want to flesh out the storyline a bit, design a scene where a little girl tries to poison the male lead." Li Guo’er, wearing glasses and without looking up, said.

"Good idea, add that in," Han Fei said with a bitter smile as he returned to his seat. He turned to look at the clock and then seriously stared at his computer screen, beginning to play Fight the Landlord.

Li Guo’er glanced sideways, she looked at Han Fei, who was hard at work, and drew a cute stray cat next to the game’s male lead.

The male lead, with a knife stabbed into his chest, lay on the ground, surrounded by disdainful and disgusted gazes. The only exception was a stray cat, staying beside the corpse of the male lead, licking his now icy-cold hands.