My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 558: Level 20!

Chapter 558: Chapter 558: Level 20!

"I... want to go home now, I haven’t finished my homework, and my family has been looking for me," Yellow-haired said after meeting Han Fei, as if he had seen the light. The darkness in his heart was completely dispelled, and now all he wanted was to study hard, master a craft at random, then flee this city and never come back.

Han Fei was different from those bullies who had tormented Yellow-haired; he was someone with a very strong sense of justice, which was apparent to anyone. But an overly strong sense of justice seemed to have entered another extreme.

"You want to go home now? You want to study hard now?" Han Fei stared at Yellow-haired’s face, full of regret, "A prodigal who returns is more precious than gold, and the fact that you can undergo such a big transformation means I’ve also done a good deed."

"Can I go now?" Yellow-haired looked at Han Fei expectantly, but quickly averted his gaze after seeing the look in Han Fei’s eyes.

There are two things in the world one cannot look at for long: one is the noonday sun, and the other is Han Fei’s eyes full of righteousness.

"You can leave anytime, but surely there are many more kids like you, lost in the dazzle of the city. I remember when you bullied Fu Sheng, a whole crowd of you surrounded him. I think those friends of yours also need redemption," Han Fei helped Yellow-haired up.

Seeing Han Fei soften a little, Yellow-haired got goosebumps, "Then, should I call them over?"

"Sure, you can leave once they arrive," Han Fei felt a sense of achievement in his heart. He believed he could help these fallen kids get back on the right path.

"What if they don’t come..." Yellow-haired now knew the terror of grown-ups, and compared to that, the school environment seemed purer. He decided he would never try to act tough and mix with bad company again.

"Before they come, you can just hang around here, I’ll protect you," Han Fei said with a smile, pleased as he watched his experience value increase.

The Righteous Hero title suited him well, and while each act didn’t give much experience, not as much as an F-rank mission, Han Fei’s frequent acts of righteousness added up.

In a strict sense, he hadn’t done anything excessive; he hadn’t forced the bullies to rob Yellow-haired, nor had he harmed any innocent bystanders. Instead, he maintained order in the Lower District.

In the world of Mirror God, shopping mall bosses exploited people’s greed, turning the Wish Well into an Unspeakable Curse Well.

As the new manager of the shopping mall, Han Fei similarly exploited people’s greed and transformed those bullies into experience points for leveling up.

When the sun was about to set, Han Fei called Yellow-haired to the back alley. A whole day of doing the right thing had made his experience shoot up by a great deal.

Unless something unexpected happened, he should be able to level up to twenty tomorrow.

In the game Perfect Life, every ten levels represented a threshold, and Han Fei was also very eager to unlock new things after reaching level twenty.

"What kind of friends have you made? You called so many, but not a single one has come to replace you." Han Fei took the designer watch and money from Yellow-haired’s wrist and put them back into his pocket, "I already know where you live, your phone number, and the location of your school. Come back tomorrow and continue to help."

After speaking, Han Fei took two hundred yuan out of his pocket and handed it to Yellow-haired, "I’m paying you based on the daily wage of an extra. Go buy yourself something tasty; isn’t this hard-earned money better spent than money you might have stolen?"

Yellow-haired held the two hundred yuan in his hand, which truly was the hard-earned money of his life.

"Continue tomorrow," Han Fei said nonchalantly as he donned his suit, "If you don’t come to me, I’ll come to you."

Hearing Han Fei’s words, Yellow-haired’s shoulders trembled. Being haunted by an Evil Ghost probably couldn’t be worse than this.

Taking a cab back to the company, Han Fei checked the work progress of his team members and, to his surprise, everyone was working their hardest, and the game completion date was drawing nearer.

"It seems that everyone wants to seize this opportunity."

All these staff had followed Fu Yi, and when Fu Yi was transferred away from the popular project, they were affected too. No one resigned, and no one left Fu Yi’s team.

From this, it was clear that Fu Yi was indeed adept at human resources; he was very skilled at managing interpersonal relationships, with extremely high emotional intelligence.

Without disturbing his team members, Han Fei, carrying his own music productions, found Zhao Qian. He had been running outside all day and needed to show some results.

It was also a good opportunity, as Zhao Qian hadn’t heard his "Curse" before.

Knocking lightly on the door, Han Fei entered Zhao Qian’s office, placing his produced song in front of her, "President Zhao Qian, listen to this."

"You actually went to record a song? I heard people from your department say that you sang a theme song; I thought they were joking."

"I’ve revised it again. Listen carefully; this song contains much that I want to say," Han Fei handed the headphones to Zhao Qian and then sat beside her, watching her.

As the prelude started, darkness crawled over her ankles, rising bit by bit. The song seemed to have its own soul.

Zhao Qian’s expression slowly turned to astonishment; she looked at Han Fei, but this time he did not avoid her gaze.

The song was a confession of the soul, with all Han Fei’s emotions fused into it, and it seemed as if Zhao Qian was stepping into Han Fei’s heart for the first time.

Different from the imagined world filled with carnal desires, Han Fei’s spirit was incredibly clean, only wrapped in layers of darkness, hard for others to penetrate.

"I am unforgivable, my demise is near, and I know I cannot earn your forgiveness. I only hope to slightly lessen the hatred in your heart," Han Fei used his Word Spirit Ability, combined with the unnamed ballad’s curse and assisted by Master-level Acting.

By the end of the song, he heard the system’s voice.

"Player number 0000 please note! Zhao Qian’s Hatred towards you has decreased by one point, accumulating a decrease of two points."

Removing the headphones, Zhao Qian’s face remained in shock, "The melody is very unique, not necessarily tuneful, but it makes you want to keep listening. It’s like lying in bed with darkness, and no matter what position you assume, it holds you tightly in its embrace."

Curse seemed to realize that what she just said might have been inappropriate. Coughing, she said, "It seems I underestimated you, that song is very well-suited for the game, and you did a good job."

"I’ll continue perfecting the background music and song tomorrow," Han Fei said with a happy smile, looking forward to another excuse to avoid going to work.

President Zhao Qian was unaware of Han Fei’s true thoughts, mistakenly thinking he was happy because he had earned her approval.

Reflecting on when Fu Yi first joined the company, knowing nothing, it was President Zhao Qian who had taught him step by step. Back then, the young and intelligent Fu Yi, with his exceptionally strong learning ability, had eyes only for President Zhao Qian when at work.

The sound of a door closing echoed. Only after Han Fei left did President Zhao Qian emerge from her memories, staring at the closed door with some irritation.

Han Fei couldn’t be of much help with work lately, so he’d asked his team members what they wanted to eat and ordered takeout for everyone, at least treating his subordinates to a meal.

When the takeout arrived and there was nothing else to do, Han Fei went home.

Carrying his briefcase, Han Fei had just entered the neighborhood when he saw Fu Sheng, the boy wearing school uniform and sitting alone on the community fitness equipment.

"Why aren’t you going home?" Han Fei didn’t ask Fu Sheng whether he went to school that day or if anything had happened; more importantly, he hoped Fu Sheng would go home where the family could sit together.

Fu Sheng still wasn’t quite used to talking with Han Fei. Picking up his backpack, it took a long time before he finally spoke, "I didn’t go to school today. That place always makes me feel as if I’ll slip back into the past."

"It’s okay, take your time, there’s still time," Han Fei said. Seeing the Fu Sheng before him always brought to mind the Fu Sheng tied to the hospital bed in the Manager’s mission, wearing patient clothes.

They shared the same face, which foretold a terrifying future.

The house in the Manager’s mission was cramped, each room tiny—very different from the one Han Fei currently lived in—a fact that also caught Han Fei’s attention.

Major changes would likely occur in Fu Sheng’s family soon.

"I must prepare more," he thought.

Han Fei picked up Fu Sheng’s backpack and smiled, "Come on, let’s go home."

That evening, Han Fei cooked a table full of dishes for the family. This time, Fu Sheng also made a rare appearance in the living room and they ate together.

Han Fei didn’t know how much longer these warm days would last, but he was determined to make some beautiful memories for Fu Sheng.

Fu Sheng had changed Han Fei’s world, and now Han Fei wanted to change Fu Sheng’s world.

After a satisfying meal and as night fell, Han Fei calculated the time of the Fierce Ghost’s arrival and then fell into a heavy sleep.

The next day, Han Fei and Fu Sheng woke up on time. Fu Sheng tried hard to shake off the shadows in his heart and return to school; Han Fei first clocked in at the company, then went to meet Yellow-haired.

Little Yellow-haired did not keep his word, forcing Han Fei to pay a visit to his home again.

Yellow-haired’s family was very rich, living in a two-story villa, but because his parents were always busy with business and had no time to look after him, he began to degenerate.

Fortunately, when God closes a door, He always opens a window.

The fallen and wasted Yellow-haired was lucky to meet Han Fei; when Han Fei’s face appeared at Yellow-haired’s window, the young ruffian was ecstatic, euphorically passing out as if he had seen an angel.

"If you don’t come to find me, I’ll come to find you. From now on, you’ll have to learn to obey," Han Fei said as he took Yellow-haired away from the villa.

"Let’s go, today we’ll visit a place with even worse security..."

The Lower District, some distance away from the city center, was known as the most chaotic neighborhood locally. Speaking of poverty, the area had several streets brimming with nightlife, brightly lit with legitimate bars, karaoke places, and restaurants, yet also many informal and special venues. But to say the area was affluent, the Lower District housed four-fifths of the city’s homeless, many without proper jobs, and crime rates were extremely high.

In the past, the Lower District was the police’s biggest headache, but now everything seemed to be subtly changing.

For some time, an urban legend had been circulating in the Lower District, quite terrifying.

At sunrise, a yellow-haired teenager with a vacant gaze and a sorrowful face would appear in the alleys.

He would incessantly roll his eyes at passersby, silently mouthing spells, and those who encountered him would fall into unconsciousness.

Some said the boy was an innocent bystander mistakenly killed by a gang years ago, returning to claim souls; others said he was a reincarnation of Wong Tai Sin, half-human and half-ghost.

It wasn’t until a high-ranking gang member came across the boy that change came. As one of the most revered figures in the gang, that boss’s personality drastically changed after encountering Yellow-haired.

No one knew what unspeakable horrors he faced in the alley, but it was known that the boss began to gather his followers afterward, intent on going straight.

The turbulence of the Lower District was quietly spreading. Tables were overturned, new powers saw opportunities, old ones felt uneasy, and no one knew who would leave the scene in disgrace or who would return to the game.

As the sun slowly set, Han Fei donned his suit again, looking satisfactorily at his attribute panel.

By the time he reached level twenty, when acting heroically meant bad guys didn’t dare to step out easily, he had finally succeeded in leveling up!

"This was not easy; while others are just leaving Newbie Village at level twenty, I’ve already reached the deepest depths of Hell."