My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 553: The Man with Charm Negative Fourteen

Chapter 553: Chapter 553: The Man with Charm Negative Fourteen

Han Fei was a person with an extremely strong learning ability. It could be said that under the training in the Deep World, his potential had been fully unleashed.

In just three hours, Han Fei had not only successfully composed the theme song for the horror romance game but had also vented all the emotions accumulated deep in his heart.

Initially, Han Fei was just singing, but gradually, it seemed like he was narrating his own story.

At the moment the theme song was completed, Han Fei received a system notification.

"Player number 0000, please take note! Level F singing talent—’Throat Clutched by the Devil’ has been triggered!"

"Your singing is incredibly captivating, as if a devil from below the Abyss is tempting wandering travelers; your singing is filled with despair, with each note resonating pain and sorrow; your singing is exceptionally loud, like the dawn piercing through dark clouds and smog, breaking free from all the shackles fate has imposed on you."

"Player number 0000, please take note! The inheritance of the Death Building—’Curse Word’ (Word Spirit) active attack ability has been triggered!"

"Every sentence you sing contains a curse, and this ballad that tells of your past is a nightmare woven from countless curses!"

"Player number 0000, please take note! Congratulations on successfully creating a Level F curse—’Unnamed Ballad’."

"Unnamed Ballad (Level F Range Curse): Obsessions tainted by malice, hatred, and murderous intents form a curse, this song is your curse on fate, you will subtly influence the mood of your audience, both sparking the despair within them, and lessening the hatred in their hearts toward you."

"Attention! First-time creation of a curse yields a random reward—Charm Attribute decreased by one!"

Han Fei was still immersed in the emotions brought by the song when the sudden notification from the system interrupted his thoughts.

"I created a curse?" Han Fei glanced at his attributes; his Charm had now transformed to minus fourteen.

"That shouldn’t be! I was just singing about my life!"

The song had been made but had become a curse even before it was named.

"It might be a good thing though, the audience will be subtly influenced by me. It’s like a slow-acting curse, probably similar to psychological suggestion."

After recording the song, Han Fei reenacted some of the more terrifying background music he remembered.

What Li Guo’er considered the most difficult music, Han Fei had managed in just one afternoon.

After paying for the rental of the recording studio, Han Fei hurried back to the company, mysteriously closed the office door, slowly approached under Li Guo’er’s surprised gaze, and then pulled out the headphones.

"Have a listen, feel it first."

"Listen to what?" Li Guo’er put on the headphones, and as she heard Han Fei’s voice, her beautiful eyes gradually widened, her face filled with disbelief.

The singing was like an inescapable dream, yet it also felt like the devil was embracing her from behind with opened arms.

Knowing that she would descend into the Abyss, yet not wanting to leave his gentle embrace.

Li Guo’er stared blankly at Han Fei beside her, never imagining that the man she deeply loved could sing such a ballad.

Listening to his songs was like chewing on his life, blending seamlessly with his emotions.

"Player number 0000, please take note! Li Guo’er’s hatred toward you has decreased by one, accumulating a total reduction of six points."

The system notification once again appeared, and Han Fei felt somewhat surprised, as he hadn’t done anything special.

"Perhaps what Li Guo’er initially liked was that mature, highly capable, and talented Fu Yi. The things I’ve been doing lately might have allowed her to see again those shining aspects of Fu Yi."

Fu Yi, who was dating so many girls at the same time, was a bona fide scoundrel, but undeniably, he was also a very capable person.

Graduated from a prestigious university, both emotionally and intellectually intelligent, highly capable at work, responsible for the most core projects of the company in his thirties, handsome, and most importantly, very good at disguising himself.

"How do you think I sang?" The song had finished playing, but Li Guo’er showed no intention of removing the headphones; it seemed she was prepared to listen a few more times.

Han Fei’s "Curse" was different from others’, the main difference being that his "Curse" would entice people to listen voluntarily.

"It was stunning." Li Guo’er removed her glasses, looking at Han Fei, the hatred in her eyes barely detectable, replaced by a very special emotion, sharper than love, yet softer than despair.

It was like a girl trying to pick a rose from atop a wall, knowing she couldn’t reach it yet repeatedly attempting at the thorn-covered wall.

"Group leader can sing too?" Brother Jia Shu and other group members crowded over, being quite tactless, he directly removed the headphones from Li Guo’er and started listening himself.

Different people felt completely different about the song; Li Guo’er felt embraced by the devil, hearing the devil narrate his life.

Brother Jia Shu felt like a huge wave had swept him into a nightmare; he walked in a pitch-black city surrounded only by despair, with only a faint light at the end of the horizon.

"Powerful! Awesome!" Brother Jia Shu’s scalp was soaked with cold sweat, he said with lingering fear, "I need to listen to some comic dialogues to calm down a bit."

Han Fei had all the team members listen to it once; the first time was the most intense, gradually the effect weakened a lot, but if played on a loop, it could subtly affect the audience more profoundly.

"If I performed live, it would probably be even more shocking."

Others were singing, Han Fei was cursing, others’ songs garnered fans, Han Fei’s songs earned diehard fans.

After backing up the song, Han Fei instructed Brother Jia Shu to stay in touch with his classmates at all times, and sent another subordinate to the operations department to seize as many promotional resources as possible before the promotion of the "Eternal Life" game began.

Having completed these tasks, Han Fei was ready to rest for a bit when Zhao Qian came looking for him.

"Fu Yi, come out for a minute."

Hearing that Zhao Qian’s voice was off, Han Fei picked up the headset on the desk and went to Zhao Qian’s office.

"Has the company agreed to provide me with funding? That small game hasn’t even started its promotion yet, and the players’ expectations are already very high. With just a little investment, we could make a fortune."

"What exactly happened between you and Du Shu?" Instead of answering Han Fei’s question, Zhao Qian posed another.

"It seems the company still disagrees with giving me a chance." Han Fei didn’t hide anything; he directly explained what happened when he went to see Du Shu.

Generally speaking, there were no changes; he just portrayed himself as a prodigal father who had turned over a new leaf and depicted Du Shu as a wealthy, powerful individual with a twisted psyche and extreme selfishness.

"Player number 0000, please note! Zhao Qian’s hatred towards you has decreased by one point!"

After hearing everything Han Fei said, Zhao Qian’s expression remained very serious, but the system’s prompt revealed to Han Fei that Zhao Qian had slightly changed her view of him.

The former Fu Yi was lustful and greedy, whereas the current Han Fei valued affection and adhered to his principles. He wouldn’t even casually chat with the opposite sex, let alone flirt or date. He pondered long before speaking a word to them.

"Du Shu is a major shareholder of the company. Her family is involved in almost every profitable industry in this city. Fighting her like this will definitely end very badly for you," Zhao Qian said, her tone different from before.

"Actually, I have recently had a peculiar premonition that I might not last much longer," Han Fei said with a wry smile. "Maybe it’s because I’ve made too many mistakes. I know I’m beyond redemption and never expected any good outcome. All I want now is to finish a few things before my life ends."

There was not a hint of acting in Han Fei’s expression; he was indeed playing his part: "To perfect this final game, to give a proper explanation to my subordinates who trust me; to see my eldest son return to school and step out of the bullying shadow; to treat my younger son to his birthday, to take him to a theme park once; and with the remaining time, to try to make amends for my mistakes, and finally, to choose a method of death as they require."

No sooner had he spoken the last word than Han Fei suddenly began to cough violently, and to his surprise, his nose started bleeding again.

This time, he felt distinctly uncomfortable.

"Sorry." When Han Fei looked up, Zhao Qian had already handed him a tissue.

"The company definitely won’t approve that money, and the operational promotional plan for your game will be halted as well, with all resources being diverted to the ’Eternal Life’ game," Zhao Qian relayed the unfortunate news to Han Fei. However, she seemed prepared and immediately took out a contract from the drawer: "But I can personally provide you with half of the funds, and you can then compensate me with a share of the game’s revenues."

"What if the game doesn’t make much money?"

"Then live well and pay me back slowly."

Zhao Qian’s face remained tense and serious, but at this moment, she seemed more comforting to Han Fei than when she usually smiled.

After carefully reviewing the contract and ensuring there were no issues, Han Fei signed his name as Fu Yi: "Thank you, President Zhao."

"No need to thank me—the game will definitely make money. I have great faith in your abilities, after all, I promoted you myself," Zhao Qian said as she handed a copy of the contract to Han Fei and kept one for herself, then waved her hand, signaling that Han Fei could leave.

Wiping off the blood, Han Fei left the office with the contract in hand. As he stepped out, he suddenly felt dizzy and had to lean against the wall for a while to regain his composure.

"I need to take advantage of my still stable physical condition to go do more things, using the title of Righteous Hero to quickly level up."

Every time he leveled up, his Physical Strength would increase by two points. Every ten points of Physical Strength was a threshold that would bring significant benefits.

Pushing open the door of his office, Han Fei had just entered when he heard Brother Jia Shu’s shout.

"Team leader! Have you been hit? Your nose is all bloody!"

"Zhao Qian punched me and sent me flying ten meters," Han Fei quipped, feeling somewhat exasperated: "Just do your work. Who would actually hit someone in the executive office?"

"Well, you never know. I saw in the news yesterday, a parent went into the school office and beat up the principal."

"The news... tends to exaggerate," Han Fei said. "Speaking of which, did they pixelate the parent’s face?"

"They did, but his style of dress seemed very familiar to me," Brother Jia Shu said, stroking his chin. "Just oddly so."

While Han Fei and Brother Jia Shu were talking, Li Guo’er had been staring at Han Fei’s somewhat pale face for a while, sensing that something was off.

After a busy day, the work hours finally came to an end. Han Fei had thought about working an extra half hour to complete a Shrine task but suddenly received a call from his wife.

"What happened at home?"

"I went to pick up Fu Tian from school and thought I’d check on Fu Sheng too, but his teacher said that Fu Sheng didn’t go to school today!"

"He didn’t go to school?!" Han Fei stood up, quickly tidying his desk. "Don’t worry, I’m coming right now! Where are you now?"

"I’m still at the school here."

After hanging up the phone, Han Fei put on his coat and rushed out of the office.

He hurriedly left, unaware that after he ran out of the company, Li Guo’er and Zhao Qian stood beside the window, watching him leave as if they had discussed it privately beforehand.

Both of them pretended to be busy with other things, yet their gaze was directed towards the same spot, though the emotions in their eyes were completely different.