My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 618 The Most Delicious Food

Chapter 618: Chapter 618 The Most Delicious Food

"Next to the Plastic Surgery Hospital is Paradise, and the shrine there might just be the last one Fu Sheng left for me," said Han Fei.

After receiving a reminder from No. 4, Han was slightly hesitant, but he knew he had to go to Paradise—currently, eighteen players were trapped in the maze. If he didn’t intervene, Inevitable Truth might send even more people there.

"Tonight, I’ll make contact with the Plastic Surgery Hospital, hoping everyone can unanimously present a united front."

Han had his own trump card. If the others were willing to act with dignity, then everyone would behave with dignity; if they weren’t, he also had the ability to force them to act with dignity.

"Off work! Time to go home and play games!"

The surrounding staff hurried into the building, including doctors, police, and employees from the actors’ agencies, who also arrived one after another.

"Let go of me! I’m not crazy! Everything I said is true!"

The doors of the Plastic Surgery Hospital were burst open, and Bai Cha’s screams echoed from inside; two employees struggled to restrain him.

"The hospital is full of children! Children! They came out of the paintings, the blood spurted so high!" Bai Cha was extremely agitated, "Look at my face! The security guard slashed it with a knife! I’m hurt!"

The recent events had shattered Bai Cha’s psychological defenses, and he revealed his most genuine side, "Don’t freaking film me! I’m telling you! This isn’t over! Give me back my phone! Where’s my agent! I need a lawyer!"

Bai Cha shook off the employees’ hands, covering his face, marked with blood and tears; his appearance was utterly pitiful.

It was at this moment he saw Han Fei, dressed neatly, while he himself was a mess. Instantly, rage ignited within him.

"Han Fei! It was you! I knew you were in on this with them!"

Ignoring those around trying to hold him back, he rushed up to Han Fei, "Did Tang Yi give you a hidden script? You guys are conspiring against us!"

"No, you’re mistaken," Han shook his head.

"You’re lying!" Bai Cha’s shout was loud, and by then, the media reporters had already arrived.

This was a sensational event, and those reporters, who thrived on heated traffic, wouldn’t miss it.

They rushed past the barricades set by the employees, taking out various equipment for taking photos or broadcasting live on the spot.

Seeing the media reporters approaching, Bai Cha toned it down a bit, but his voice was still very loud, "Don’t think about leaving until things are clarified today!"

Bai Cha, emboldened from who knows where, positioned himself in front of Han Fei, while the nearby police and employees watched in astonishment, their gazes at Bai Cha quite peculiar.

"What are you looking at? I was there battling ghosts and monsters! Yet, he deserted us and left early!"

"A battle?"

At Bai Cha’s statement, one of the employees couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing.

They were professionals who typically wouldn’t laugh, unless they really couldn’t help it.

"Laugh? You think this is funny?!" Bai Cha exploded in anger.

"I suggest you get your phone back first, call your manager, and find out what happened just now," Han Fei might have no bad intentions; he just wanted to get off work as soon as possible.

Dizzied by the painter, Bai Cha realized something was off with everyone around him. He grabbed the clothes of a staff member beside him and forcefully borrowed their phone to call his manager.

After being hung up on several times, Bai Cha’s manager finally picked up, which only aggravated Bai Cha more: "It’s me! Where are you? Come over here right away!"

"Bai, Bai Cha?" His manager paused and then immediately said, "Come to the nanny van! Remember, don’t let the media reporters block you! Hurry!"

Bai Cha, puzzled by the swarm of reporters rushing towards him like sharks, wondered, "Why? What exactly happened? Why are there so many reporters at the filming site? Did they receive some kind of tip?"

"Brother! We’ve been set up by Tang Yi! This isn’t a shoot, it’s a live broadcast! Everything you did in that building has been seen by millions!"

The voice of his manager in his ears sounded like a thunderclap, causing Bai Cha’s fingers to loosen their grip on the phone.

The phone fell to the ground, cutting off the call, but shortly after, Bai Cha’s manager called again, and the melodious ringtone echoed around Bai Cha.

"The sky is a deep blue, there are origami cranes outside the window, accompany me in playing music and writing songs every minute and second. I wrote down a song, it’s for mom, put down your work and listen to what I have to say..."

With a thud, Bai Cha lost his balance and sat down on the ground.

Seeing him like that, the people around could not hold back and several staff members burst out laughing.

"The poor guy is already in such a miserable state, and you guys are still laughing." Han Fei suppressed the urge to clap and shook his head as he left in a police car.

The driver was a junior of Li Xue, and he instructed Han Fei on many things. He hoped Han Fei would not run around before Butterfly was truly apprehended and especially not to participate in such dangerous shows.

Han Fei readily agreed, then started checking various information on his phone.

Tang Yi’s live broadcast shot up the national hot search list, and Han Fei himself also made the list. In just a few hours, he gained nearly three hundred thousand followers, and now his topics and popularity were even higher than Bai Xian’s.

However, his foundation was still far from matching Bai Xian’s. It could only be said that his popularity momentarily surpassed others. If he didn’t produce new works soon, people might gradually forget him.

"At this rate, I might become the fastest rising actor."

He glanced at topics related to the live broadcast. Many viewers strongly expressed that they hadn’t had enough; if the first season ended with just one episode, they hoped Tang Yi would prepare for the second season soon, as such variety shows were incredibly explosive.

Given the current situation, President Li of Star Map Entertainment is likely to be the biggest winner.

With the variety show broadcast being shut down, many unresolved plots could be directly added to movies, swallowing this wave of popularity.

What he needs to worry about now is whether it will provoke backlash. If this wave of popularity isn’t handled well, he might end up in big trouble just like Tang Yi.

Closing the webpage, Han Fei then opened his digital bank and located a special account. He entered the password Tang Yi had left for him.

Before long, instead of the expected "hush money," he received an encrypted voice message sent by the smart bank butler.

Putting on his headphones, Han Fei opened the voice message, and Tang Yi’s voice came into his ears.

"Han Fei, you saved me once, and I don’t want to owe you anything. The reason for inviting you and Xia Yilan to the program was not only because of President Li of Star Map Entertainment but also due to the big financier behind my company. I can’t tell you her name directly, you can call her Mr. Lan. She is one of the members of the Deep Blue Board of Directors at Deep Space Technology and an orphan adopted by the late chairman Fu Tian of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical. I do not know why she has noticed you, but I hope you are very careful, she is very formidable. Remember, very formidable!"

The encrypted voice message played only once before it self-destructed.

Han Fei looked at his unchanged bank balance, "His ’hush money’ is somewhat peculiar."

Returning home, Han Fei closed the door and sat on the bed to rest for a long time.

"The owner of the Black Box is Fu Sheng, but during the development of ’Perfect Life,’ Deep Space Technology contributed the most... Forget it, it’s useless to think too much. I just need to stick close to the police and recover my real memories step by step."

He didn’t want to get involved with the complications of large corporations. While still under police protection, he intended to quickly complete the game and restore his lost past.

Just after eleven at night, full and ready to lie down in the game box, Han Fei’s phone suddenly rang; it was Huang Ying calling him.

"Brother Huang Ying, is something up?"

"Your live stream today was too thrilling. My dad even wants to hire you as the spokesperson for our hospital," Huang Ying casually struck up a conversation.

"Did Uncle watch my live stream too?"

"Yes, and I told him you are my brother. He also thinks you’re someone worth getting close to." Due to events during his childhood, Huang Ying had a very strained relationship with his father. Only after meeting Han Fei did he really "open his heart" and began trying to communicate with his father.

From his current words, it was clear that his relationship with his father had improved significantly, all thanks to the healing-type game.

"Let’s not digress. I mainly want to tell you that Inevitable Truth is preparing to send the fourth exploration team into the maze, still a standard group of six."

"The fourth batch?" Han Fei was speechless. He felt it was urgent to investigate Paradise more thoroughly because, after all, those were twenty-four human lives at stake.

"Can you figure out a way to get the player nicknamed ’Boss’ out first? Otherwise, I reckon more people will fall into it."

"Okay, I got it."

Han Fei hung up the phone, climbed into the game box, and put on the game helmet.

As blood descended, Han Fei distinctly heard insane laughter coming from behind him.

He knew there was a blood-soaked person standing behind him; as he entered the game, it felt as if there was something lying beneath his game box.

Han Fei tried to turn his head, but each time he was about to see the face of the person behind him, he successfully logged in.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei found himself inside the Death Building. His body hadn’t fully recovered, and he felt very feeble as he walked.

He had just taken a step when the door to his room opened. Cry was holding a fishbowl and looking inside while Ying Yue sat on Cry’s spiritual platform, tampering with the screaming doll.

"Feels like you two are like siblings," said Han Fei. He had yet to leave the room when a captivating meaty aroma assaulted his senses. The Midnight Butcher’s desire for meat was amplified—leaning against the wall, he directly headed towards the floor from which the aroma was emanating.

Along the way, the residents of Death Building greeted Han Fei with somewhat bizarre expressions, seemingly wanting to dissuade him from proceeding yet somewhat hesitant.

Arriving at the fifth floor, Han Fei pushed open the door in front of him and discovered that this level’s rooms had been combined into a gigantic kitchen filled with various items probably intended as "ingredients"—such as hair containing different curses, unidentified animals engraved with death spells, "red wine" brewed with fresh blood, and mountains of black pig hearts...

"Back already?" Xu Qin’s voice came from deep within the "kitchen": "Hungry? I’ve prepared a little something for you to eat."

Following the voice, Han Fei saw Xu Qin placing plates of exquisitely delicious meat dishes on the dining table.

Each dish emitted an irresistible allure, the fragrance wrapping around the diner’s neck like a rope, willingly enslaving them to the culinary delights.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Hearing Han Fei’s sincere praise, Xu Qin stopped her work and, smiling, said, "Only you would say that. Everyone else sees me cooking and stays far away, not even daring to taste it. Now I’m the only one left on this floor."

"They just don’t know what they’re missing." Han Fei’s appetite was irrepressible, but just as he sat down at the dining table, a loud noise came from the hallway and soon after, the door was smashed open. Big Evil rolled excitedly next to the dining table, his face full of anticipation as he looked at Han Fei.

"Why is this guy acting more and more like a big dog?" Seeing Big Evil so excited, Han Fei’s face twitched slightly, knowing all too well what that meant.

"As long as it’s not deadly, it’s fine." Han Fei comforted himself, then grabbed his favorite pig heart and began to devour it greedily.

It was unclear how Xu Qin had prepared it or what underworld ingredients she had used. It was just a regular pig heart, but she made it exceptionally delicious, addictive even.

"Player ID 0000, please note! You are tasting a creation fueled by hatred, an E-grade dish—pig heart. This is your first taste of an E-grade dish, earning you the upgradable title—Foodie."

"Foodie (F-grade title): This title can be upgraded by tasting gourmet dishes! With this title, your resistance to food-related curses increases by ten percent, granting you the minimum qualifications to transition into the hidden profession of Foodie!"

"Pig Heart (E-grade food): A delicacy carefully cooked by Hatred, containing all her hatred and love for you, along with a perpetual unknown curse. If you are not absolutely certain, it’s best not to taste it carelessly."

"After consuming this dish, there is a sixty percent probability of being cursed, a thirty percent probability of curse killing, and a ten percent probability of obtaining a special enhancement."

As Han Fei swallowed halfway, the system’s voice resonated in his brain sea, and he felt as if he were a fish caught in a fishing net. His body instantly tightened, making it impossible to even breathe!

Lines of curses crawled across his skin as Han Fei crashed to the floor, his face displaying various death curses as if a black rose blossomed upon his features.

Hearing the noise, Xu Qin hurried over and pressed her hand on Han Fei’s chest.

The curse slowly faded away, all absorbed by Xu Qin.

"It seems a curse was triggered..." Han Fei’s face was pale, and his already frail body struggled even more, but he didn’t stop. Just as he regained a bit of strength, he grabbed the remaining pig heart and continued to devour it.

Aside from the fact that eating might be fatal, Xu Qin’s cooking was nearly flawless, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Seeing that Han Fei still loved her cooking despite being cursed, Xu Qin’s lips slowly curled upward.

After continuously eating two pig hearts, Han Fei finally triggered the special enhancement of the E-grade food.

"Player ID 0000, please note! You have successfully consumed a curse-laden pig heart, enhancing your body’s recovery speed by thirty-five percent! This special enhancement state can last for five minutes!"

Han Fei’s complexion gradually returned to normal as he accustomed his body to the curse in his own way.

While other players were still tending flowers, planting grass, or drinking coffee, Han Fei had already begun to train his body using Hatred’s food.

"Don’t force yourself." Xu Qin helped Han Fei to stand up and, before leaving, turned back to softly ask, "You’ve eaten so much; is my meat really that delicious?"

"This is the most delicious food I have ever tasted in the world! I think it can heal all my wounds."

Han Fei declared decisively without any hesitation. To rapidly restore his frail body, he sat down at the table and started eating vigorously.