My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 602: Xu Qin’s Dining Table

Chapter 602: Chapter 602: Xu Qin’s Dining Table

The phone, which only had one phone number saved, received a message; Fu Sheng looked at the sentence his father had sent him and suddenly remembered some things.

It was not his first time seeing that young man sitting on the bench!

After learning his father was not at home, he ran out the door, and it seemed like that young man had always been standing outside the community.

Latter, he entered the hospital, and while sitting alone on the steps, at the far end of the corridor around a corner, that young man was also arguing with a security guard.

Then, as he left the hospital, wandering confusedly on the streets, he faintly heard someone calling his name.

He looked around but did not see the person calling his name; when he instinctively followed the sound, he unexpectedly saw Fu Tian’s mother in the crowd.

He walked towards Fu Tian’s mother, and as he passed through the crowd, that young man brushed past him.

Holding the phone, Fu Sheng stood up and looked outside the park.

The sunlight flooded the entire world, and it seemed as if the young man, carrying all his darkness and despair, had vanished.

"Move forward, go to a farther place..."

Fu Sheng gripped the phone his father had bought for him, took the sentence to heart, grabbed his backpack, and ran to the bus station—this time was likely his last time skipping class.

"I’m still a bit reluctant, but it’s really time to leave."

Han Fei stood in the shadows of the alley, watching the departing bus.

In the depths of despair, he had used Fu Sheng’s Soul-returning Talent; his consciousness wrapped around the Black Box, and after a long period of gathering, his soul reappeared beside his own corpse.

The successfully resurrected Han Fei saw neither Fu Yi’s wife nor his girlfriends; everyone had already left.

But even if he encountered them again, it did not matter much; Fu Yi had died completely, and Han Fei’s reassembled soul was entirely his own.

He lingered like a stranger using the last of his lingering time, watching from a distance his wife, Fu Tian, Fu Yi, and Fu Sheng.

After the lights went out at home at night, Han Fei returned to the hospital to help Du Jing find her daughter, who, though still young, had turned into an old woman; the players from Building Two had saved her child.

After receiving the task completion notification, Han Fei took the time to visit Brother Jia Shu’s house and scared him half to death, then wrote the real ending of the love game himself.

"The time for Soul-returning is almost up."

Han Fei took out the Black Box, his melting left hand supporting its base while his right hand grabbed the front of the Black Box.

"When I entered this Shrine Memory World, I received a task notification; hidden within this memory world is one of Fu Sheng’s memory fragments. If I hand over the Black Box to Fu Sheng, just like he gave the Black Box to me initially, it should awaken all of him. He will remember all the despair, recall the painful past, and then tell me some things, and perhaps even pass on the Shrine to me."

"Reason tells me I should do this, but what is the point of such a despairing cycle?"

"The Black Box’s previous owner was him, but now its master is me."

"As long as I can thoroughly open this Black Box layer by layer, take out what’s inside, then no one will ever be chosen by the Black Box out of despair."

Han Fei looked down at the box in his hands, his quickly melting hands grasping the lids on both the front and back of the box: "Extremes must reverse, perhaps locked within this Black Box at the deepest depths of despair, lies the most beautiful hope in the mortal world."

Before his hands melted away, Han Fei forcefully opened both sides of the Black Box.

The passage of time seemed to freeze in the Memory World, and Han Fei felt as if something deep within his soul had been unlocked.

The black box in his hand vanished, but intense pain surged from deep within his soul.

At the same moment, countless prayers emerged from the shrine, and the shattered Divine Patterns seemed to be summoned, beginning to burrow into his body.

Ten streams of hatred and love flickered over him, ten completely different personalities converging within him.

In that instant, Han Fei felt as if he himself was the Shrine World, as though he could see everything and touch fate itself.

As his influence over the Shrine Memory World grew, a strange laughter suddenly echoed from the depths of Paradise.

Almost at the moment the strange laughter sounded, a hysterical laughter also erupted from within his soul.

"Something in Paradise can provoke madness? It seems I must check that shrine as well,"

After the laughter, all Outsiders except Han Fei seemed to be expelled from the Shrine Memory World.

And Han Fei only held on a little longer before his soul, along with the black box, dissolved under the sunlight.

The Memory World returned to normal, and aside from the eerie laughter in Paradise, no one noticed that the world had lost a second.

"Player number 0000 please note! You have successfully protected Du Jing until dawn and helped her find her daughter, completing the Shrine Random Task—Fellow Sufferers! You have earned a large amount of experience rewards! You have received the trust of your fellow sufferers."

"Fellow sufferers’ trust: Your actions have earned the approval of your fellow sufferers, who have placed their remaining goodwill in your hands, hoping you will cherish their kindness."

"Player number 0000 please note! You have successfully completed the Shrine Random Task—The Final Game, earning a large amount of experience rewards! You have obtained the minimum qualifications for the rare hidden profession, Death Designer! Reputation increase by three!"

"Death Designer (Rare Hidden Profession): Designing death is your forte, after all, so many people have fantasized about so many ways to kill you."

"Player number 0000 please note! With the worst of personalities, you’ve achieved the most perfect turnaround! You’ve pulled the Master of the Shrine from despair, retaining the beautiful illusions about humanity within the Master of the Shrine, making up for most of his regrets!"

"Player number 0000 please note! You have successfully completed the Grade E Shrine Inheritance Task—Perfect Personality! The Shrine Inheritance Task is the highest difficulty task at this stage, earning triple experience rewards!"

"Congratulations on gaining the recognition of the Master of Shrine, successfully inheriting the severely damaged Level 4 Shrine—Personality Reshaping."

"Personality Reshaping: A unique ability of the Level 4 Shrine, you can reshape memories and reshape personalities. This ability has no usage limits or frequency restrictions, but during the process, the patient must cooperate extensively, and they will experience intense soul pain! Use with caution!"

"Specific attributes of the Shrine may change slightly due to changes in the God Statue. Please consult after the God Statue has been established!"

"Player number 0000 please note! The regrets of the Master of Shrine have been partially remedied, the former owner of the Shrine will grant you one wish!"

"Please choose one of the following five rewards!"

"Level up by one (limited to before level 40); Increase three random Attribute Points; Unconditionally heal and repair the souls of Ghost and Monsters below hatred level, and increase their friendliness toward you by ten points; Awaken one Level F Talent existing within the Memory World; Take one item or Ghost (below hatred level) from the Memory World out."

"Player number 0000 please note! In the Shrine Memory World, you have gained new insights into family and life, your Master-level Acting has successfully upgraded to level three."

"Player number 0000 please note! You have successfully leveled up to twenty-one! Free Attribute Point added by one!"

...

Bearing the intense pain radiating from every part of his body, Han Fei found himself unable even to open his eyes, and it took a long time listening to the calls around him before he regained a bit of consciousness.

His brain, internal organs, every inch of skin ached terribly. Han Fei lifted his eyelids; he was lying in a room filled with murals of human faces, with a collapsed shrine nearby.

Unable to speak, Han Fei ignored the system’s notification sounds and pulled a pig heart from his item bar.

His palm couldn’t hold it, and the cooked pig heart dropped to the ground as soon as it was removed from the item bar.

The faceless Doctor Yan picked up the pig heart, chopped it into small pieces, and stuffed them into Han Fei’s mouth one by one. He communicated with Han Fei using blood to write: "As long as you’re alive, it’s fine. The shrine has been destroyed; we must leave quickly."

With the Midnight Butcher’s powerful digestive ability and Professional Talent of Gluttony, Han Fei forced himself to swallow the pig heart, and the situation slightly improved.

He twisted his neck slightly. Big Evil, who was also severely injured, lay next to Han Fei, curiously nudging Fu Sheng’s shrine with his head as if checking for any missed offerings.

Zhuang Wen, almost unharmed and covered in black flames, was holding a woman’s head in her hands.

The woman had no facial features, her face covered in cracks, from which a faint hatred seemed to seep.

"Han Fei? It really is you!" A scream rang beside his ear. Wearing hospital garb, Shen Luo squeezed next to Han Fei, looking as though he had seen a relative.

Compared to Big Evil, the faceless Doctor Yan, and Zhuang Wen who was preoccupied with playing with a head under a Death Curse, Han Fei at least gave Shen Luo a sense of kinship.

"I can feel hatred approaching; don’t stay here," Doctor Yan wiped away the blood-written words from the floor, picked up Han Fei, took Shen Luo with him, and ran towards the outside of the Plastic Surgery Hospital.

Zhuang Wen grabbed the faceless woman’s head, and Big Evil swiftly picked up the severely damaged shrine. Without any hesitation, they sprinted full force toward the Death Building Area.

Having severely injured the faceless woman and taken the shrine, Han Fei and his group had accomplished their main goal of the night.

The other two entities of hatred from the Plastic Surgery Hospital were in a rush to return after being held up by an ambush from Mirror God at the department store, costing them a lot of time.

By the time they returned to the Plastic Surgery Hospital, Zhuang Wen had already taken Han Fei and the others back to the fogged area at the Death Building.

"We succeeded!"

Han Fei stared at the faceless woman’s head, more excited than anyone else at the moment.

The Plastic Surgery Hospital originally harbored three entities of hatred. After Butterfly’s death, only Zhuang Wen remained in the Death Building Area. If the hatred from the Plastic Surgery Hospital were to slaughter throughout the Death Building, most residents might not even have a chance to escape.

But now, the situation had changed. Han Fei seized the opportunity, taking down the faceless woman from the Plastic Surgery Hospital while the woman in white sneakers and the painter were in Paradise. Now the power in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area and the Death Building Area was slowly equalizing, and people no longer had to live in constant fear.

Although severely injured, Han Fei was happy. He even started trying hard to let himself smile until the neighbors from Happiness Residential Community showed up.

Xu Qin, Yinglong, and others came running together, only Li Zai looked troubled: "Haven’t seen the building chief in a few days; why does he smell worse? This damn luck."

No one else seemed to mind much, except Xu Qin seemed a bit uneasy when she approached.

The events in Memory World were enough to make her, an entity of hatred, unable to control her facial expressions.

If it was one or two girlfriends, she could still make excuses, but how could she explain when there was a big crowd standing together?

Zhuang Wen turned to communicate with Doctor Yan, but the doctor was hanging his head, acting thoroughly as if he had no face and couldn’t see anything.

"Building chief!"

Everyone was concerned about Han Fei and didn’t ask about anything else. Zhuang Wen and Doctor Yan quietly took Han Fei to the Death Building.

Big Evil foolishly carried the Shrine, happily following behind his master who was on the verge of death.

Shen Luo also didn’t dare stray too far from Han Fei. During his treatment in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area, his psychological resilience had increased. Seeing such a procession of ghost and monsters didn’t knock him out cold; he merely felt weak in the knees and somewhat dazed.

"That’s not right, I think I’ve seen that woman before!" Shen Luo looked at Xu Qin. He clearly remembered that his first meeting with her had been in a hotel in the Plastic Surgery Hospital Area, where he had encountered a master-level player who saved other players and even claimed that Xu Qin was his wife.

"I get it now! The master-level player wearing a mask that day in the hotel was Han Fei! No wonder I felt he was so familiar! So, they are the same person! No wonder Han Fei saved me, took me in, and even treated me to a meal!"

Thinking of this, Shen Luo felt moved. He was well aware of the dangers of this world, yet Han Fei was willing to help him time and again. He definitely had to keep this kindness in mind.

The group arrived at the largest room in the Death Building. Doctor Yan placed Han Fei on a large wooden table used for gatherings and used trails of blood to form characters and communicate with other residents of the Death Building.

"The Building Chief’s body has shattered once and is now forcibly held together by a massive amount of hatred, maintaining a delicate balance. If the messy hatred within him isn’t expelled, his wounds will never heal and will keep bleeding until one piece of hatred goes out of control and his body completely explodes. Yet recklessly driving out the hatred could cause his body to collapse immediately."

"I don’t know why this situation has occurred. Normally, those hatreds should dissolve once they leave the Shrine Memory World, but this time they are stubbornly maintaining the Building Chief’s body, as if burdened by a constant curse..."

As Doctor Yan was writing, he suddenly reached out and erased all the characters behind him, especially the blood characters for "they."

After reading the blood characters left by Doctor Yan, everyone understood the gravity of the situation.

"What exactly did you go through in the hospital for Han Fei to end up in such a state in just one night?" Xu Qin walked up to Han Fei, her eyes full of concern. After examining Han Fei’s injuries, she looked towards Zhuang Wen and Doctor Yan.

"That was the most perilous scene I have ever witnessed." Zhuang Wen activated the Death Curse fully, suppressing the faceless woman, and then she seemed to exhaust all her strength, weakly leaning against the window, unable to speak anymore.

"The most perilous scene?" Xu Qin turned to look at Doctor Yan.

Doctor Yan lifted his face, which had no features, and just stared at Xu Qin until she furrowed her brows, "Talk!"

Seeing Doctor Yan as if he had suddenly lost his soul, Xu Qin had to turn to others for answers. Big Evil, carrying the Shrine, inexplicably became excited again and was impossible to communicate with.

Xu Qin’s eyes twinkled with a curse, and she emitted a terrifying aura as she stepped toward Shen Luo: "You tell me, why did Han Fei turn out like this?"

Shen Luo trembled with fear under Xu Qin’s gaze. He stuttered as he spoke: "Sister-in-law, hello, we’ve met before. You must be Sister Eleven, right?"

The dark energy in the Death Building instantly solidified, the surroundings so silent it seemed as if time had stopped, and even Han Fei’s heart seemed to hang in midair, forgetting to beat.

"Sister Eleven?"

As Shen Luo spoke those three words, Han Fei’s mouth dripped with fresh blood, and he nearly dragged his collapsing body to sit up.

Enduring indescribable agony, Han Fei used a trembling finger, smeared with his own blood, to sketch crookedly on the wooden table—Send him to Paradise, immediately, quickly!

All residents of the Death Building were stunned by Shen Luo’s words. Zhuang Wen, who was near the window, slowly moved to the windowsill, and as the window opened, she accidentally fell out.

The now wooden-puppet-like Doctor Yan, upon seeing Zhuang Wen’s accidental fall, rushed over and jumped down after her.

The room was left with only Big Evil running around chaotically with the Shrine on his back, too excited as he had met the most perfect master in the world!

Seeing the atmosphere, Shen Luo also felt he might have said something wrong.

Xu Qin did not look at Shen Luo again. She slowly walked over to Han Fei. Her tone hadn’t changed much, "You’re injured, don’t move around. I’ve learned some things through that Paperman. But I’m curious, why did the connection between me and that Paperman break later on? Did you dispose of my Paperman?"

"You might not believe it if I told you." Han Fei looked up at Xu Qin, his voice breaking as he spoke, "I ate it."