My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 579 I Want to Be the Bug Crushed by You

Chapter 579: Chapter 579 I Want to Be the Bug Crushed by You

Among all the players, Han Fei found Achong the most interesting. This little guy played the game in a twisted way. While everyone else wanted to escape the world of ghosts and monsters, he wanted to stay forever.

"A healing-type game in your hands has had its limits stretched."

Looking at Achong’s face, which was relaxed with pain, Han Fei approached the crowd, pretending to help and "accidentally" brushed against Achong’s arm.

With this physical touch, Han Fei successfully saw Achong’s player information.

The player’s ID was— I Want to Be a Bug Crushed by You, and his actual level was fifteen. His attributes were evenly distributed; both Brain Power and Physical Strength were very average, without any distinctive features.

In terms of Hidden Attributes, Achong’s Luck Value was seven and his Charm Value was two. Notably, this player’s Mental Threshold was as high as twenty-five, nearly the same as Huang Ying who had received Han Fei’s early-stage training.

The higher the Mental Threshold, the more pain and pressure one can endure and the less likely one is to collapse under extreme conditions.

Compared with other players, this Mental Threshold was absurdly high, but Han Fei found it quite ordinary; his initial Mental Threshold was one hundred, as much as his Blood Volume.

As Han Fei continued to look, his eyes slowly narrowed.

Achong had deceived Qiangwei and the other players. This fellow possessed three extremely strange talents.

The first was an F-grade Talent, Excretion Training—The first behavior a toddler has to control is excretion; parents must train them to endure discomfort and go to a designated place. If the child fails, the parents punish and humiliate them. With this Talent, players have an abnormal Mental Threshold, capable of enduring certain negative emotions and physical discomfort.

The second was an E-grade Talent, False Happiness—In households filled with violence, abuse, and unrest, yet considered a refuge. Parents who beat and scold are also the ones who care the most. In this contradictory childhood, he slowly learned to endure parental beatings, knowing that good behavior soon turned the beatings into apologies and gifts. With this Talent, when players feel uneasy, scared, or desperate, there is a chance for a temporary increase in Brain Power; when the body is hurt, Physical Strength has a chance for a temporary increase. When pain and despair reach a critical threshold, there is a chance for a temporary increase in All Attributes.

The third was a C-grade Talent, Vulnerable Personality—Regarded as inherently weak, the easiest to bully, a born failure, useless trash, lacking any presence, all dominated by the Vulnerable Personality. With this Talent, players significantly lower their presence, becoming virtually invisible to natives, seen as harmless bugs. When the player’s mental stress reaches the Mental Threshold, the deeply hidden dominant personality will be released.

Players with three Talents are one in ten thousand. Though Achong’s Talents are not very strong individually, combined, they become terrifying.

Among players of the same level, prisoners are certainly no match for Achong.

Beyond these three Talents, Achong also has an F-grade unique special title—Near Death (earned by being the first player on the server to come close to death a hundred times).

With this title, there’s a chance to see the world after death and perceive its existence.

Just this title alone revealed a lot of issues. Han Fei had scraped by death dozens of times in the Deep World, yet it was Achong who first earned this unique title.

This freak must have done nothing but torment himself since the server launched, torturing himself first, then healing when he was at death’s door, and repeating the process.

Perfect Life, a game so warm and healing, was played by Achong into something utterly chilling.

The more he found out, the more surprised Han Fei became; apart from the three Talents and unique title, Achong had even successfully changed his Profession to a hidden one—Pain Specialist.

Pain Specialist (Hidden Profession): I hope you can alleviate all the pain in the world, but I also want to tell you the cruelest thing—the medicine that can relieve all suffering and cure all diseases is called death.

"Achong hasn’t told the truth to the other players. He can see ghosts and monsters not because of his special Talent but because of the special effect of the Near Death title. This freak has really hidden his secret deeply."

After viewing all of Achong’s information, Han Fei realized that there indeed were formidable players in the Shallow World of Perfect Life. If Huang Ying hadn’t made those preparations in advance, relying solely on his own talents, he might not have been able to secure a foothold in the Shallow World.

"Inevitable Truth previously sent twelve elite players who all vanished within the labyrinth. The ones they will send next must be the elite of the elite. Thinking about it, it’s quite normal for me to encounter such a freak with three Talents."

Achong, bound to a metal stretcher, had his eyes closed, unaware that Han Fei had uncovered all his secrets.

"If used well, this guy could be of some help."

Han Fei joined the medical staff in carrying Achong into the Plastic Surgery Hospital. They passed through Building One and Building Two and headed straight towards the innermost ward. This was Han Fei’s first time delving so deep into the Plastic Surgery Hospital, and he kept scanning his surroundings from the corner of his eyes.

The deeper one went into the hospital, the more deserted the building became; nearly no patients or doctors could be seen in the hallways, just a series of tightly shut doors.

"Where are they taking Achong?"

Han Fei slightly turned his head, and he noticed that the other medical staff, including Zhang Zhuangzhuang, were all walking with their heads down, not talking, not looking around; the solemnity of the atmosphere was as if seeing something one shouldn’t would be lethal.

Upon opening the safety door, as they reached Building 4, faint cries for help emanated from a room at the end of the corridor.

Seconds later, the door to that hospital room opened and out walked the Bald Prisoner in a nurse uniform, carrying a basin of blood-stained bandages.

As he walked, he cursed, "Why even bother with surgery looking like that? The face is almost shaved off; can it get any prettier?"

Disgusted with the bandages, the Bald Prisoner did not notice Han Fei immediately.

Bowing his head slightly, Han Fei quickly calculated the distance between himself and the prisoner, and just as quickly determined the positions of the surveillance cameras in the corridor.

The group carrying Achong moved rapidly down the corridor, and just as they crossed paths with the prisoner, Han Fei, without any warning, thrust his whole body into the metal stretcher as if he’d been kicked from behind.

The other medical staff, caught off guard, failed to maintain their grip, with one even being knocked to the ground.

The fallen Han Fei quickly took his hand out from his sleeve, his palm concealing a small Blood-colored Paperman.

Nobody noticed as Han Fei tore off a small piece from the Blood-colored Paperman and secretly slid it into Achong’s jacket pocket.

After swiftly completing these actions, Han Fei turned around angrily and grabbed the prisoner by the collar, "Time and again, do you really take me for a pushover?"

The fierce-looking prisoner held the plastic basin, a puzzled look on his face, even startled for a moment.

However, as soon as he saw it was Han Fei, a vicious smile swiftly crossed his face, "You, a kept man with a pretty face, you dare to strike?"

Grabbing Han Fei’s wrist, he pushed forcefully, and the weak Han Fei fell once more, solidifying the grudge between the two men.

"Fighting in Building 4, are you asking for death?" Zhang Zhuangzhuang stared at the prisoner, his face turning pale, while the other doctors, strangely silent, continued to move Achong along with their heads down.

Having achieved his goal, Han Fei chose not to squabble with the prisoner any further. He got up from the ground and continued to move forward, supporting the stretcher.

"What’s with this guy? Last time I didn’t lay a hand on him, and he bled from his nose and mouth simultaneously, and now he’s tripped himself over again? Is his hidden profession a scam artist?"

Carrying the plastic basin, the prisoner slapped his bald head forcefully, annoyed at the thought of having to figure all this out.

"I came to play a game, and now I end up in this ghost hospital taking care of patients. If the Black Box isn’t hidden here, I won’t let them off easy!"

The prisoner kept complaining down the corridor, while Han Fei had already followed the other medical staff in taking Achong to the hall between Buildings 4 and 5.

The medical staff from other wards seemed not to have the privilege to enter Building 5. They lingered for a while, and then the safety door to Building 5 opened. A doctor with a face full of scars and another tall doctor whose face was wrapped in bandages came out. They put Achong on a cart and wheeled him into the deep, dark Building 5.

"The cursed Blood-colored Paperman can sense the location of its paper pieces. By tonight, let’s see if I can find a way to make contact with Achong."

What exactly happened the night Du Shu was kidnapped, only Achong and Qiangwei knew. Now that Qiangwei was completely out of reach, Han Fei could only attempt to extract the information from Achong.

Watching the two doctors’ figures slowly disappear into the darkness, Han Fei suddenly paused, feeling that the doctor completely wrapped in bandages seemed familiar.

"His silhouette is somewhat similar to Doctor Yan’s..."

When Han Fei entered the Shrine Memory World, Zhuang Wen, Big Evil, and Doctor Yan had also been pulled in.

Previously, Han Fei had been busy finding ways to reduce the hatred of his wife and other female friends and had no time to search for Zhuang Wen and Big Evil.