My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 838: The Monsters Are All Here

Chapter 838: Chapter 838: The Monsters Are All Here

The sound of screams echoed in the withdrawal ward, but the patient wearing a skull cap did not cry out in pain; instead, he was worried that his actions would deform, preventing him from quickly pressing the numbers on the calculator.

He was a true patient—chaotic, reclusive, whimsical, isolated from society, yet cherished by ghosts and monsters during the great disaster.

"Indeed, chosen by the Director as a Sacrificial Offering, his blood seems capable of blending into the negative emotions of the Black Building."

Blood mist drifted like streams flowing to rivers, staining blood-colored veins on the walls. Only then did Han Fei see the cobweb-like aura of Hatred inside the Black Building, twisted and perverted emotions intertwining within the structure, making it inescapable.

"Is this the reason Hatred controls the Black Building?"

The old man was unwilling to leave, and Han Fei did not insist. He picked up Little Bell, who carried a Silent Personality, and ran madly along the trail of the drifting blood mist. When the mist faded to the point of vanishing, he continued to bleed.

"Only when using the blood of patients for a Living Sacrifice can one see the true appearance of the building. These structures occupied by Hatred have already embedded with the Deep World."

From the outside, the annex seemed to have only seven floors, but in reality, there were countless corridors in the middle of the floors, extending into boundless darkness, leading who knows where.

Han Fei currently had no mind for exploration. The Director’s Sacrificial Offering had been pre-bled by him, startling all ghosts and patients inside the annex. Doors hidden in the darkness opened one after another, and a variety of patients came out.

The Director designed the most terrifying growth paths for each patient’s condition, using their personalities as bricks to construct the Black Building, fully integrating them into the third Mental Hospital.

The Greed Black Fog swept through. Fortunately, Han Fei took out the Rebirth Slaughter Saber; with this sharp blade paving the way, he caught many ghosts and monsters off guard.

Inside the Black Building, no ghost or monster could block his blade.

Seeing the ghosts he feared slain, Little Bell, normally silent, had a slight movement at the corner of his mouth. His life seemed like a nightmare that would never wake up, but now, in that nightmare, a knight wielding a Slaughter Saber appeared.

"How long has the great disaster been happening? How many people have died in this Black Building? Why does it feel like there are endless ghosts and monsters?" Han Fei entered the annex but already felt overwhelmed.

Gritting his teeth, Han Fei started fighting desperately, using the ability of Word Spirit to keep accelerating himself.

Unlike Han Fei, who gave it his all, the ghosts in the Greed Abyss were like celebrating a festival. The black fog dragged all the patients and wrongful souls wounded by Han Fei into the Abyss, letting the ghosts belonging to Han Fei devour furiously.

To leave before the reaction of Hatred, Han Fei had no choice but to summon the Executioner, this Large-scaled Grudge opened the final path for Han Fei and completely awakened the Hatred in the main building.

"Leave the Sacrificial Offering behind! Don’t look back!"

The scream of the Mourning Girl echoed in his ears; Han Fei had already dashed to the end of the bloodline. He smashed through the window in front of him and leaped from a height.

Shattered glass pierced the skin, slicing through the night. Han Fei seemed to have broken through a mirror, or perhaps he was swimming out of deep waters.

The Blood-colored Paperman carried Han Fei’s body. He turned and forcibly recalled the frenzied Executioner, sprinting at the fastest speed in the direction away from the Mental Hospital.

The temperature never returned to normal, the feeling of icy cold lingered in his heart. Han Fei ran a full hundred meters before daring to check the situation behind him.

The once dead mental hospital was now teeming with people. Shadowed figures stood behind the pitch-black windows, all the doors of the wards in the main building quivering, as if a massive number of patients were pounding the doors, desperate to come out.

"These ghosts and monsters cannot be slain completely; there are too many! How has the Mortal World become like this?" Seeing this scene, Han Fei didn’t know how people could change this city—just one Black Building was enough to obliterate all living people in the school stronghold.

He ran several hundred meters at a stretch, and after his body temperature returned to normal, he randomly found an abandoned house to hide in.

"The Mental Pollution Index is rising too fast, and the Healing Personality cannot completely counteract it." Han Fei, holding a small bottle, sat next to the Blood-colored Paperman and the Mourning Girl. During the escape earlier, the Paperman carried the Mourning Girl the whole time. "How is this Ghost Blood even produced? Why do some ghosts not have Ghost Blood or a Heart of Grudge?"

Han Fei, looking puzzled, pursed his lips.

"Everyone defines Ghost Blood differently. To me, Ghost Blood is the purest obsession of a ghost, the only remaining pure memory within the murky, filthy soul of a ghost." The Mourning Girl showed no sign of bleeding tears; her voice was cold, devoid of human emotion.

Han Fei nodded while holding the small bottle and then exchanged glances with the Mourning Girl for a while before somewhat awkwardly returning to his original position.

"Player numbered 0000, please note! The Fierce Ghost—the Sickness Core imprisoned in Greed Abyss—has successfully transformed into a Medium-type Resentment!"

"New Special Ability added—Psychological Pollution: capable of creating a source of mental pollution, infecting all living people who have contacted the source, destroying the will of a group."

After consuming many patients, the Sickness Core broke through smoothly, its growth speed far exceeded Han Fei’s expectations. This world seems to have very few restrictions on ghosts, and under Hatred, ghosts break through very easily. Consuming other Fierce Ghosts, Sacrificing, and fusing with similar kinds can enhance quickly.

"Once I fill the Greed Abyss with Large-scaled Grudges, I should be equivalent to a Black Building, right?" After simply bandaging the skull cap, Han Fei ignored him and began using the Healing Personality to clear the mental pollution from his Brain Sea wholeheartedly.

In this future where the Deep World and reality have merged, Han Fei felt in his element, as if he was born to deal with this worst future.

In a stable and peaceful era, Han Fei could only be an actor, but in such a broken and chaotic era, his ambitions could expand infinitely until they could gaze upon the gods.

The Mental Pollution Index gradually lowered, making Han Fei feel slightly better as he looked around.

The Blood-colored Paperman was consuming the Curse on the Mourning Girl, and Little Bell sat silently on the ground alone. Even the patient wearing the skull cap had finally quieted down.

"Finally, some peace." Han Fei patted the shoulder of the patient, but who would have expected the other to collapse directly; he seemed to have lost consciousness due to excessive bleeding.

"Oh no!" Han Fei quickly lifted the person, "You can’t die! We need your blood to lead the way the next time we enter the Black Building. If you die, the blood won’t be fresh!"

Han Fei found a small cart and took the male patient and Little Bell to the Dark Merchant.

Ankang Pharmacy has various drugs to treat their wounds, and more importantly, Han Fei knows the school is connected to the Black Building, taking the patient back is too dangerous.

Using the soul of an evil man as a bargaining chip, the Dark Merchant agreed to temporarily take care of the male patient and Little Bell. In fact, the Dark Merchant was also very envious of these two patients with special personalities; they are top-grade sacrificial offerings.

After handling everything, Han Fei, with the active cooperation of the Mourning Girl, also brought her into the Greed Abyss and returned with her to the school’s base.

After a busy night, Han Fei was utterly exhausted. He sneaked into the cafeteria and gorged on meat, which provided him with both mental and physical relaxation.

"Third day..."

A faint light appeared on the horizon, and Han Fei showed signs of worsening illness as he walked out from the faculty dormitory.

He leaned against the wall, occasionally coughing violently as if his body was about to collapse.

The noise from the school’s main gate intensified as people gathered again, their eyes filled with anger and fear.

More deaths occurred last night, and the count was high!

The residents don’t know who the murderer is, so they can only vent their pressure on the school because they have given everything to the school, but it hasn’t fulfilled its promises.

Rumors about the principal among the crowd grew more absurd, and the fragile trust between the base residents and the school was completely destroyed.

"The principal has lost public support, and the school’s status has been shaken. No one will trust the teachers and principal anymore." Han Fei silently watched the enraged people, "Everyone thinks there’s something wrong with the principal. If the principal were killed now, many things could be pinned on him."

The base management know about the connection between the principal and the Black Building and understand the truth about the assessments, but they’ve always kept silent for their own interests.

Now, as the management are killed one by one, these decision-makers, driven by fear, start questioning whether the principal is the right choice.

A large number of ordinary people in the base remain unaware of the truth. They want to replace the leader with someone who can bring hope and perhaps reclaim those buildings.

The management wishes to find a new puppet who can trade with the Black Building and ensure their safety.

Both sides subtly reached a consensus, leading to the dispute at the school gate, which was both a demonstration and an exploration.

"The principal should soon discover who the murderer is, but tonight is the assessment. He definitely won’t kill those ’excellent’ offerings prepared for the Ghosts and Monsters."

The principal likely wants to settle scores after the assessment, but those children should choose to end things before the assessment. Today will be the first hurdle that Han Fei and the thirty children need to overcome after entering the Shrine Memory World.

Entering the teaching building, Han Fei opened the door to Class Seven, finding everyone already seated.

Seeing no one missing, he breathed a long sigh of relief. This small detail didn’t escape the eyes of the class monitor and Number Two.

"Teacher, were you very worried about us?" Class monitor Number Five helped the "weak" Han Fei to a chair.

"No matter what, you’re all my students, and I’ll do my utmost to protect you." Before Han Fei could finish, he was interrupted by a cold laugh. He looked toward the podium; Number Four was lying on the desk, eyes boiling with Death Intent, seemingly unable to suppress it: "Is what I said laughable?"

"Gao Cheng, accidentally regained vision during a major disaster, later imprisoned in Xinhu Prison for suspected murder. After the disaster fully erupted, he blood-sacrificed all prisoners in the prison; to escape Ghosts and Monsters, he living-sacrificed an entire building’s survivors. His personality is twisted, insidious, despicable, and a frightful lunatic." Number Four recited Gao Cheng’s profile: "Teacher, stop living behind a mask, I can see the terrifying Death Intent on you, the people you’ve killed cling to your soul and haven’t gone far."

"If you can really see, then you should understand that everyone I’ve killed deserved to die." Han Fei noticed Number Four was wounded, with unstable mental state, so he decided to help the child: "Did you overuse your personality last night?"

"I stayed in the dormitory all night and went nowhere," Number Four didn’t respond further.

"The assessment is about to begin, so we should be more honest. Since you don’t want to open up, I’ll walk into your heart myself." Han Fei stepped off the podium, taking Number Four’s hand in front of the whole class, "I am both a teacher and a doctor, these two noble professions embody my lifelong mission."

"I think you resemble a Monster!" Number Four tried to pull back his hand, but Han Fei had already used his secret to touch the depths of the soul.

"Didn’t you all notice one of your former companions is missing? How can a complete team lack Healing power?"

Rather than healing others, Han Fei is more skilled at forcibly opening a patient’s heart.

Number Four’s soul stood atop countless tombstones, merging with Death Intent; his vision and personality were fragmented, filthy, ugly, with self-destructive tendencies.

"How could you forget him?"

Starlight and hope fell into the graveyard claimed by Death Intent. Han Fei didn’t intend to change Number Four; he simply used the Healing Personality to mend the soul’s wounds with the gentlest power.

Initially, Number Four fiercely resisted, but gradually, the one who most opposed Han Fei, Number Four, began looking at him differently.

From shock to confusion, finally returning to silence.

All this was witnessed by Number Two, who buttoned up the last button on his collar, finally showing a smile: "Now we’re all truly together."