My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 599 Pretty Man

Chapter 599: Chapter 599 Pretty Man

All he saw was a sea of blood red, and those ten strands of hatred severed all the beauty in the world, as if they were fallen Divine Spirits, sitting around the last dinner table.

With his body pierced by chains, Han Fei lay upon the shattered base of the God Statue, with both the golden Divine Pattern and the black Ghost Pattern flowing through his flesh. Through the wound in his chest, one could faintly see his fervently beating heart.

Han Fei was completely unable to move; he listened to the requiem of the Memory World, with countless souls’ prayers flowing into his body through those chains.

Once all the prayers were fused with his body, perhaps he would become the New God of the Shrine Memory World.

The roar of the electric saw sounded in his ears, the sharpest thing in the world is extreme Love and extreme Hatred. Love was the first to approach the table, intending to use the electric saw in her hands to divide Han Fei into ten parts.

The high-speed spinning saw blade carried a bone-chilling hatred as it slashed towards Han Fei!

Blinded by blood, Love laughed and cried frantically as if she wanted to shred the memories that Fu Yi had left her along with him!

Watching the approaching electric saw, Han Fei wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t control his body at all, and he couldn’t even say a complete sentence anymore.

His pupils twitched uneasily, and Han Fei had already envisioned that gruesome image. The game he created had become reality, and he had reached the final ending.

"Perhaps I can’t have all of his Love, but at least I don’t want to share the right to kill him with anyone else," said a sweet voice that suddenly appeared. Even as hatred, Li Guo’er’s expression remained adorable and charming.

At the same moment the electric saw fell, Li Guo’er released the chains. Wrapped in hatred, her face diseased, she hurled herself at Love without any regard.

This was actually her attitude towards Love, impulsive, direct, loving wholeheartedly, without reservation.

When the two hatreds collided, both struck to kill. Building 7 began to collapse on a large scale, igniting all the hidden hatred in everyone’s hearts.

Du Shu had already discovered that Han Fei was fusing with the prayers of the dead, becoming the new source of the chains. She knew exactly what this meant, so without any hesitation, she grabbed the chains, trying to drag Han Fei to her side.

Her once-perfect face was now cracked, revealing the true countenance of her soul. The face she had maintained by swallowing countless "medications" was torn off, revealing her actual ordinary self.

After possessing perfection, ordinary became unbearable pain; to maintain her former perfection, she was ready to devour Han Fei alive!

In Du Shu’s dictionary, there was no word for ’share;’ Fu Yi was just a toy belonging exclusively to her.

Han Fei’s already damaged body was nearly torn apart as he was pulled towards Du Shu, but the gaunt red-clothed woman released her tight grip on the chains.

A hatred so intense it made everyone tremble burst forth from the woman, Fu Sheng’s birth mother, who glared at Du Shu; even more than despising Fu Yi, she wanted to kill Du Shu!

Upon seeing the true form of Du Shu’s soul, Fu Sheng’s birth mother let out a piercing scream, extending a hand tainted with a lifetime of hatred, aiming for Du Shu’s heart.

Not far away, Teacher Liu seized the opportunity, pulling out a blood-red knife from her bag.

Her student had ingested the "medicines" from the hospital, becoming Du Shu’s puppet; the only way to save her student was to dispose of Du Shu.

Teacher Liu didn’t want any more ties with Fu Yi; her intervention was for her own students—at least, that’s what she told herself.

All their hatred poured into that pointed blade; Teacher Liu and Fu Sheng’s mom attacked Du Shu together.

"Do you even deserve to stand beside me?"

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, Du Shu released the chains. She merged with the flesh and blood of the entire hospital, drawing upon the resentment of all the patients and doctors.

The once flawless Du Shu now sprouted ugly faces all over her body; she herself had become a Soul-smelling monster—perhaps this was her true form now.

Hatred surged within Du Shu, yet as she drained the accumulated resentment of the hospital, the speed of Han Fei’s fusion with the prayers of all beings began to accelerate noticeably!

After Kuangxiao and Fu Yi were gone, Han Fei fell into despair; however, now, a flicker of hope reignited in his throbbing heart.

If he could fully inherit the Shrine, there might be a chance to prematurely end this endlessly recurring night.

"There’s still a chance, there’s still a chance!"

Just as this thought surfaced in his mind, Han Fei felt another stabbing pain as the piercing intent to kill felt like a knife plunging into his body.

His eyes moved, and Han Fei looked in the direction from where the murderous intent came.

Butterfly’s mother stood at the edge of the Abyss of Despair, with her hands full of calluses and wounds gripping a chain.

Time had desiccated her once beautiful appearance. Although she was about the same age as Fu Yi, she looked much older.

Alone, she raised a child afflicted with a terminal illness, struggling through life and seeking medical treatments, moving between cities, enduring all kinds of humiliation—all because of Fu Yi.

A mother raising a child alone knows all too well the hardships she’s faced, often known only to herself.

Bloody tears streamed down from her eyes, which had always considered others before herself.

In the past, she believed Fu Yi’s lies, and she had trusted him for a while until he remarried someone who was not her.

After having a child, she vowed to make her daughter the happiest person in the world and decided to provide her with double the love all by herself.

She gave her wholehearted effort, but then disaster struck.

The first time she saw the diagnosis, the woman leaned against the door of the clinic, covering her mouth, silently shedding tears.

When she left the clinic, she did not tell her daughter about the illness, still looking at her with eyes filled with love and warmth.

In a home without a father, the mother was the strongest. She never cried in front of her daughter.

From the moment her daughter fell ill, the mother had held back her tears, determined to accompany her child on this path destined to end in death.

Her own daughter, whom she watched born, grow, and ultimately leave this far-from-perfect world.

The mother, who had never cried in front of her daughter, now shed scalding bloody tears as she stepped toward Han Fei.

Always living for others, her hate and pain deeply intertwined, all the bitterness shattered her happiness.

Hands reaching out, Butterfly’s mother let go of the chain, her hands moving towards Han Fei’s neck.

"Mom!" a young girl’s voice cried out from afar, as Butterfly, with severely deformed legs, crawled on the ground, gripping the scars of the blood-drenched earth, slowly moving forward: "Don’t kill daddy!"

Butterfly’s mother paused, her hands hovering in front of Han Fei, the bloody tears from her cheeks falling onto him.

After a brief moment, her fingers pressed on Han Fei’s neck: "No one can forgive daddy for mom, no one can."

"He’s not Fu Yi!" a woman’s voice suddenly rose amidst the ten strands of hatred, that once gentle voice now sounded strained to the extreme.

Butterfly’s mother glanced to the side slightly. The wife alone grasped all the chains that the other grudges had let go of, winding them around her own body, desperately holding on, gritting her teeth to prevent Han Fei from falling into the Abyss again!

Everyone either wanted to kill Han Fei, gain possession of him, or lay claim to the wishes within him, but only the wife grabbed all the chains, never thinking about getting anything from Han Fei.

The hatred that had solidified in Butterfly’s mother’s heart began to vibrate ever so slightly, and her hands on Han Fei’s neck did not squeeze.

"Mom!" Butterfly desperately tried to get closer to her mother and father, but just as she touched the periphery of the hatred, her frail body was forced back.

While Butterfly’s mother hesitated, the faceless woman hidden behind Du Shu seemed to sense an opportunity. She rushed toward Han Fei at the fastest speed, her featureless face splitting open to reveal a black chasm. She, like Du Shu, planned to devour Han Fei and become the new master of the Shrine.

To seize the Shrine was also her original purpose for entering this place, taking advantage of the Painter and Little White Shoes’ absence to monopolize the Shrine!

The faceless woman moved swiftly, but unfortunately for her, Zhuang Wen had been watching her all along.

To be frank, when Zhuang Wen saw nine forms of hatred appear in the hospital, she was completely at a loss as to what to do.

How could a living person manage to be loved to death by nine entities of hatred at once?

This was no longer something that could be achieved through effort alone; it could only be described as a talent.

If it had been one-on-one against nine, Zhuang Wen felt that even if she had fought with all her might, at best she could have left Han Fei with an intact corpse. Thankfully, the worst scenario didn’t happen.

When the faceless woman tried to swallow Han Fei, Zhuang Wen, whose hands were full of death curses, pressed down on the faceless woman’s skull, covered in black fire all over her body, and violently shattered the upper half of the faceless woman.

Countless death curses penetrated the body of the faceless woman. Born in the Death Building, Zhuang Wen possessed murderous intent from her ten fingers and the death curse from Butterfly. Anyone, human or ghost, she touched was highly likely to suffer soul scattering.

The faceless woman also knew this was her last chance. She no longer hid her strength and for the first time used her own abilities.

That faceless visage slowly turned into one identical to Du Shu, and the aura of the faceless woman kept strengthening as she and Zhuang Wen fought fiercely.

The night sky was full of blood-colored fissures, and the ground was covered with festering wounds; this mutated hospital was nearly punctured through by several hatreds.

The hatred still holding the chains now only included the youngest female netizen, the eldest Zhao Qian, and the wife.

As each form of hatred approached the dining table, the girl in the yellow dress began to walk forward slowly.

Of all the women, she was the youngest, most deeply influenced by emotions; she couldn’t hear outside sounds and was gradually becoming dominated by hatred.

Without knowing when, she had let go of the chain, gazing upon the bruised and battered Han Fei.

When she was kicked out of her home and had nowhere to go, it was Fu Yi who took her in.

When she was in despair, harboring deep hostility towards everything, it was Fu Yi who melted her shell. But she never expected that the man she thought she met by exhausting all her luck would abandon her without hesitation.

A girl who trusted nothing and no one found her last bit of trust treated like rubbish to be discarded.

She was like an unwanted stray cat, hissing and baring teeth ferociously at any stranger’s approach, and after numerous escapes and scratches, she finally found a warm home.

The homeowner gave her tenderness and love she had never known before, made her promises, and just as she was ready to follow the homeowner into that small home, the homeowner suddenly turned around and slammed the door shut.

After being abandoned time and again, the woman clutched her already dead heart, standing beside Han Fei.

"Can you give my heart back to me?"

Enveloped by the hatred activated by the world’s mutation, her eyes filled with blood, she lacked any semblance of reason. The only reason she hadn’t acted immediately was because flashes of the last things Han Fei had done occasionally crossed her mind.

At the company’s entrance, Han Fei cleaned up the poisonous coffee on the ground to prevent stray cats from curiously licking it, and on that rainy night, he carried her feverish and unconscious body to the hospital.

She had always gone to the hospital alone, never having anyone by her side before.

That night, as she deliriously battled her high fever, she vaguely saw Han Fei’s busy figure.

These memories kept flashing through her mind, quickly painted over by hatred, yet one scene lingered through the onslaught of hatred.

The female netizen stood beside the hospital bed, opening the diagnosis the doctor had given to Han Fei. She was the only one who knew that Han Fei wasn’t going to live much longer.

Her hand reaching for Han Fei’s heart paused, no longer moving downwards. Though hatred had consumed her reasoning, she still couldn’t bear to pluck out Han Fei’s heart just like that.

Now, standing afar, only Zhao Qian remained. Since entering the emergency room, she hadn’t approached Han Fei any closer.

Her beautiful eyes swept over all the hatreds in the room before finally landing on Han Fei.

When Fu Yi’s ex-wife was still alive, Zhao Qian already knew Fu Yi. It was she who promoted Fu Yi from an inconspicuous clerk to the company’s chief game designer.

She always felt she was mature and rational, but she didn’t know when everything started tilting in the wrong direction.

"I know there are far more than ten women you’ve contacted in your phone. The ten who came here are just the ones you’ve hurt the worst, the ones who suffered the most."

"All my reason is telling me that death is the best ending for you, that I should kill you so no one else gets hurt, but..."

Zhao Qian’s gaze was complex and pained, her eyes shifting slowly from Han Fei to his wife.

After the other Hatreds let go of their chains, the wife grasped almost all of them. She, too, was possessed by hatred but wasn’t willing to let go just like that.

"Actually, when I gave you the file with the game’s revenue split, I had a vague feeling that you weren’t him."

"How could Fu Yi, who only has fame, profit, and sex on his mind, possibly have the patience to not flirt with other women and to play the hardest level of Plants vs Zombies as soon as he gets to work?"

"Do you know how boring it is for me to monitor your computer every day?"

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as the mature, sexy woman looked at Fu Yi’s wife: "This time I might lose to her again, after all, I don’t have the courage to accompany you into the Abyss like she does."

Letting go of the chains in her hand, Zhao Qian walked towards Du Shu. Her eyes, reddened by hatred, looked at the woman who had turned into a Monster: "Maybe killing her would be a better ending."

Overwhelmed by Hatred, Zhao Qian blocked all the patients and doctors in the hospital who were running towards Du Shu, wanting to sever the hospital’s connection with Du Shu.

After nine Hatreds released their chains, the wife alone wrapped ten chains around her body, but she alone couldn’t fight the despair of the entire Shrine World.

She couldn’t pull Han Fei out of the Abyss of despair, and even dragged herself deeper into it.

Han Fei wasn’t afraid to die, but he didn’t want to drag his wife down into the Abyss with him.

"Why won’t you let go?" Han Fei, his body badly damaged, couldn’t even utter a word, and all he could do was make his lips tremble slightly.

"I’ve done nothing for you! Don’t bet everything on this tiny bit of false Happiness!"

No one could hear the voice in Han Fei’s heart. He glanced at his wife with his peripheral vision, the wife covered in chains, their eyes meeting. His wife, inching towards the Abyss, tried hard to leave Han Fei with a smile.

A smile born of Hatred?

Maybe it was because she had lost too much before, had been pushed to the deepest point of despair, that when things changed, the wife was so desperate to hold on to that sliver of beauty.

Even though she knew it was fake, knew that the beauty was only temporary, she didn’t want to let go.

Han Fei couldn’t even speak; he had no way to stop himself and his wife from falling into the Abyss.

Ten Hatreds fought each other but still hadn’t made the final decision, leaving only Fu Yi’s mum and the youngest female netizen as Han Fei’s last hope.

His lips trembling, Han Fei’s body completely fell apart, his blood filled with Soul Poison, his flesh pierced by countless chains, all his Abilities rendered useless.

Summoning the Attribute Panel, Han Fei desperately looked down, his gaze finally resting on the blank space for the second Profession.

By this point, there was no other way.

Glancing at the ten Hatreds with his peripheral vision, Han Fei made his last choice.

His consciousness touched the blank second Profession, and the system’s voice rang out in his mind.

"Player number 0000 please take notice! You have completed the preresquisiter tasks for the Hidden Profession—Pretty Man five times over the quota, and your Fitting Degree with this Profession has reached the upper limit of one hundred percent! Do you wish to transfer your second Profession to Pretty Man!"

"Yes!"