My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 839 Assessment Begins (5000)

Chapter 839: Chapter 839 Assessment Begins (5000)

The deep-seated pain in the heart eased a bit, and the soul standing beside the tombstone seemed to see a way home.

Number Four no longer struggled, letting the starlight pierce through the dense fog formed by Death Intent, this feeling was incredibly familiar.

He vaguely remembered that every time he sought death, there would always be someone stubbornly coming to counsel him, that person making futile efforts again and again, until in the end, whenever he prepared to seek death, that person’s image would involuntarily appear in his mind.

The tense nerves relaxed slightly, Number Four spread his five fingers and looked at the light in his palm.

The power that can heal the soul has never been overbearing, it is like the eternal starlight, shining gently, silently on the desolate heartland, never leaving.

The healing ended, and Han Fei received a system prompt. This treatment was very successful, the Healing Personality was strengthened, and Han Fei himself gained resistance to Death Intent. As for the patient’s condition, that was not within the system’s prompt range.

"Feeling better?" Han Fei withdrew his hands, the bridge touching the soul broke, and the Death Intent in Number Four’s eyes, which was almost uncontrollable, calmed down.

Number Four neither nodded nor shook his head, his gaze softened a bit, but his mouth was still tough: "There are many people with a Healing-type Personality, you clearly aren’t the person I hoped to see."

"Next time you can’t suppress the Death Intent, you can come to find me, not just you..." Han Fei looked at the other students in Class Seven: "If there are any problems with your personalities or spirits, you can come to find me. After all, I’m your teacher, and I will be responsible for each one of you."

The atmosphere was already in place, and Han Fei wanted to seize the opportunity to get closer to the students, but the chaotic footsteps in the corridor interrupted his mood.

"Teacher Gao, come out for a moment." Director Crow stood outside the door, gesturing to Han Fei, his face looking very poor, as if he hadn’t slept all night.

"What’s happened?" Han Fei leaned against the edge of the desk, using all his strength to stand up, anyone would think his condition had worsened.

"Last night after Teacher Ma left the school, he hasn’t returned until now. I heard from the students he seemed to have talked to you alone for a bit? Do you know where he went?" Director Crow’s Double Eyes reflected Han Fei’s image, and his eyes gradually became different from normal, as if he was using some ability on Han Fei.

"He was very afraid of today’s assessment, wanting to exchange his Black Token for my White Token. I of course refused, entering the Black Building in my current state is certain death." Han Fei possessed Master-level Acting, still a Profession-level Pretty Man, finding flaws in his words was no ordinary difficulty.

Director Crow looked puzzled, he had also suspected Han Fei, but after considering everything, Han Fei had no ability to take down Ma Jing.

Staying outside Class Seven, Director Crow frowned in thought, he hadn’t noticed that the students and teacher of Class Seven were all acting.

In two days, the students and the person in charge each dealt with a teacher.

"You come with me to the office, all the other teachers are there, we’ll discuss tonight’s assessment." Less than twenty-four hours to the assessment, with two teachers consecutively killed, this rarely happened in previous years.

Upon entering the meeting room in the office building, the other teachers were already seated, the principal sat alone at the end of the meeting table, enveloped in a sinister atmosphere.

"Principal, everyone is here." Director Crow gestured for Han Fei to take a seat, and just as he finished speaking, the room door automatically closed, thick curtains were drawn by an invisible force, and the indoor temperature began to plummet rapidly.

"I am often not in school, many may have forgotten why I can become the principal."

An eerie and terrifying voice rang in everyone’s ears, the principal’s voice was like a blade soaked in poison piercing directly into the soul.

"Among you, some have traded with the Dark Merchant, some have privately retained contraband, some have sacrificed half of their memories in faith of the Evil God, and others have allied with other Survivor Bases, attempting to destroy the school I built with my own hands."

The principal raised his head, no teacher present dared to meet his gaze.

"Human nature is inherently selfish, it is normal for you to make choices that benefit yourself more, but nothing can cross the line."

Raising his arm, the principal took out a Black Box from under the table, pushing it to the head of Class Eight, Zhang Menglan: "Open it."

Not knowing what it meant, Zhang Menglan lifted the cover of the Black Box, and as she looked into it, her entire face instantly became deathly pale.

The Black Box contained a human head, the man handsome and charming, his eyes wide open, pupils filled with anger and reluctance.

"I know that your boyfriend of eleven years is not dead, and I also know you shared life and death amidst the disaster, with many touching experiences. I admire your fidelity in Love, but this is not a reason for you to collude with outsiders." The principal rarely inquired about anything, every word he said was the final conclusion, representing a verdict.

"I have not colluded with outsiders! I haven’t done anything to wrong the school!" Zhang Menglan was briefly lost, then engulfed by boundless pain, she seemed to have lost all strength, if not for Yan Lan supporting her, she might have collapsed straight to the ground.

"Perhaps you had no intention of betraying the school, but he genuinely wanted to subvert here." Director Crow dumped some blood-stained documents on the table: "Your boyfriend is the Messenger of the largest Survivor Base in Area C, and the recent turmoil around the school is somewhat related to him."

"Impossible! He is just a common person without any awakened Personality!"

"You love him deeply, trust him, but he is using your relationship, perhaps in his view, the lives of Survivor Base members are far more valuable than your Love." Director Crow was gradually dismantling Zhang Menglan’s psychological defenses, while Han Fei, sitting at the edge, picked up the blood-stained documents and started reading.

Before the Great Disaster, the total population of several districts in Xinhu exceeded twenty million, but now less than one million living people remain in the city, primarily concentrated in the three major Survivor Bases, namely the Disaster Investigation Bureau in Area C, the Free Port in Area D, and the Hope New City built on the city’s edge.

Among them, Hope New City had the largest population, accommodating nearly fifty thousand people, they have explored a new way of post-disaster survival.

The Free Port is connected to other cities, a critical transportation hub for humanity, a large number of residents with special Personalities fought to the death to preserve it.

The Disaster Investigation Bureau is the smallest of the three major bases, with less than fifty thousand people, but it is the only base that ventures into the city, the only one still engaged in direct combat against Ghosts and Monsters, seizing various city buildings.

However, these were not the most intriguing aspects to Han Fei, his eyes stayed on a page of the report, that blood-red paper bore the photograph of the female director of the Disaster Investigation Bureau.

Han Fei could hardly believe his eyes, that female director was none other than Li Xue many years later.

"If everything evolves towards the worst direction, if I fail to stop Gao Xing and Dream’s consciousness’s plan, then everything I experienced in the Gao Xing’s Shrine Memory World may indeed become reality someday in the future."

Looking at the information about Li Xue, all the former teachers and senior brothers of the investigation bureau’s female director died in the Great Disaster, they used their blood and flesh to buy time for the survivors, struggling with all their might to stop the disaster, but ultimately they failed.

"In the Shrine Memory World, Gao Xing simulated the worst future, and to ensure this future would occur, he should not kill Li Xue in reality."

The information on the table opened Han Fei’s eyes, allowing him a more comprehensive understanding of this city.

The combined population of the three major bases is nearly seven hundred thousand, the remaining living people are scattered throughout the city, many of whom, just like "school", have become food and Sacrificial Offerings reared by Ghosts.

Ghosts need negative emotions and despair, so they won’t kill all the living, they only make people live in a dark and hopeless dead end, stimulating human nature to mutate into something even more grotesque.

In the meeting room, only Han Fei had the presence of mind to browse the materials, everyone else was so overwhelmed by the tense atmosphere that they dared not speak. Each of them harbored guilty consciences, previously the principal did not pursue these matters, everyone would just turn a blind eye, but now that the school’s foundation was shaken, the principal put everything on the table.

"One teacher was killed, one teacher disappeared, are the two of them trying to disrupt my school?"

"By spreading your faith in other outside bases and seeking shelter there, you have violated the most fundamental rule of my school." The principal said, "Humanity is inherently selfish, you will make choices that are more beneficial to yourself. But everything must have its limits.. It’s crazy, the so-called Hope New City might be another school."

Your boyfriend has become the Messenger for the largest Survivor Base in Area C, and he’s been spreading information about these other bases around the school, thus disrupting the school’s core system. This breaches the principal’s fundamental boundary.

"Now that the school is short-staffed, I won’t hold you accountable for anything, but don’t let it happen again." The principal’s words of no accountability stood in stark contrast to the bleeding head on the table. How could someone who transacts with the Black Building during a great disaster be merciful?

"I am not interested in or willing to interfere with what any of you have done or are hiding, but if you mess up what I’ve instructed, the next head in this box could be yours." The principal closed the black box and took out eight lists: "Write down the names of all students involved in the assessment; there can be absolutely no mishaps tonight."

The assessment list on the conference room table resembled more of a death list, with the most brutal and dark blood sacrifice set to begin tonight.

Some teachers immediately started to write upon receiving the lists, while others clutched their pens tightly, unable to write a single character, knowing that each name represented a living life.

"Ma Jing has disappeared, and I will lead his class three tonight." The principal stood up with the black box, looking down on the crowd: "Additionally, let me warn you once more, don’t hold any illusions. The only path to survival laid before you is to assist the school in the sacrifice honestly."

The conference room fell silent, and only after the principal left with the black box did everyone dare to breathe.

Zhang Menglan snapped out of her trance, her nails digging into her flesh, blood trickling down the gaps in her nails, yet she seemed completely unaware, clenching her teeth tightly.

"Those external survivors are not necessarily good people. The principal has to be responsible for the lives of everyone in the school and the surrounding area. I don’t expect you to understand, but I hope you stop doing foolish things." Director Crow sighed: "Death might be a form of relief, sparing us from struggling."

One by one, the teachers left. As Wang Chuqing passed by Zhang Menglan, he intended to comfort her a few words but ultimately swallowed his words upon seeing her condition.

The vast conference room was eventually left with only Zhang Menglan, Yan Lan, and Han Fei. Yan Lan didn’t know how to comfort Zhang Menglan, so all she could do was stay by her side.

Seizing the moment, Han Fei memorized all the information in the files. The Disaster Investigation Bureau in District C had been constantly contacting all types of schools deep within the city. Those members of the bureau who, ignoring their own peril, traveled between cities were called Messengers.

"Even though they haven’t even awakened their personalities, they still dare to deliver messages in a ghostly city. Perhaps they are the true holders of Daring Personalities," Han Fei admired these people. In any era, no matter how dire the situation, there would always be those who bravely stood up, trying to support the collapsing sky with their backs.

"Are you implying something?" As someone possessing a Daring Personality, Yan Lan didn’t like Han Fei’s way of speaking.

"I just think it’s a pity that while you possess the power to crush ghosts and are unrivaled in combat power, you can only escort sacrificial offerings to the ghosts. Yet, ordinary people who can’t even struggle against the ghosts are doing the right things..." Han Fei hadn’t finished speaking when he felt an intense killing intent. Yan Lan stood next to the conference table, her finger bones intertwined with metal, producing an eerie sound.

"Want to kill me? Do you dare? Can you do it?" Han Fei also stood up, walked toward Zhang Menglan, completely disregarding Yan Lan: "I won’t give consolation, but I want to tell you that tonight might be an opportunity."

He leaned down and whispered in Zhang Menglan’s ear, his voice low as if a devil was singing: "An opportunity to kill the principal."

"Don’t listen to him!" Yan Lan pushed Han Fei away, watching him warily: "This person is very dangerous."

"Doing the right thing is certainly dangerous." Han Fei leaned on the table: "If you also have children, would you want to see them being sold and selected like piglets at a pet market?"

Putting down the bloody documents, Han Fei said no more and walked outside.

Back in Class Seven, Han Fei wrote the words self-study on the blackboard, then moved his chair to sit next to student number two: "Teacher Ma Jing was killed, and the principal will lead Class Three to participate in the assessment. What are your plans?"

Han Fei used his ability to touch the secrets deep within the soul, hoping to prove himself and gain number two’s trust, but unexpected to him, when his consciousness entered number two’s brain sea, he found nothing but emptiness.

"My way of thinking is different from normal people, so you see nothing." Number two was drawing something on a notebook with a pen.

"Teacher, you shouldn’t interfere in our affairs." Student number five, the class monitor, walked over: "All you need to do is lead us out of the school tonight and take care of the children with later numbers."

"Are you sure?"

"Your ability is healing, so of course you’ll handle logistics. There’s no reason to send a medic into the front line," student number four scoffed. He already had a significant change in his view of Han Fei and now took the initiative to talk to Han Fei.

"Is there a possibility that I’m also very strong?" Han Fei felt that these students didn’t truly understand him.

"It’s not about being strong or not." Number two had finished his artwork, which depicted two blooming flowers: "Tonight, except for number one, none of us will take action."

"You’re letting him fight the principal alone?"

Han Fei was shocked, turning to look at the towering figure of student number one, who was smiling back at him: "I’m the eldest brother of all the kids, so naturally, I’ll stand in front of them."

"Teacher, don’t worry, number two has considered hundreds of different scenarios, and even if we fail, we have several retreat routes." The class monitor winked mysteriously: "The Investigation Bureau’s Messengers don’t die in vain."

The class bell rang, and Han Fei began the self-study again.

The noise outside the school lasted until the evening. The night is when ghosts and monsters roam. Crowds would attract ghosts; those dirty things would mix with people, following some of them home.

"It’s time to depart."

Eerie music came from the school broadcast, with the school bell ringing three times consecutively.

Students from various classes prepared themselves, and as the last light slipped beneath the horizon, one by one, children walked out of their classrooms.

The principal conducted a personal roll call, and after confirming the presence of all students, he opened the school’s always-sealed back door.

Rust flaked off, and the dull sound was particularly harsh in the night, while the chilling air flooded into the campus.

Staring into the unknown darkness outside the door, all the students were tense. On their youthful faces lingered fear, as no one knew what awaited them next.

The clock atop the office building ticked slowly, as time drifted away in waiting.

The night deepened, and once distant buildings were completely engulfed in darkness, the principal opened the glass bottle under his black robe, releasing a heavily wounded Grudge.

In front of all the students, the principal tore apart the Grudge, smearing its resentful aura on each student.

"To make ghosts soul scatter, one must possess a will more frightening than theirs. This isn’t something that can be taught in a classroom; it can only be tempered in life-and-death despair."

"Owners of weak wills and special personalities can easily become ghosts after death, so what we need are not special personalities but determined and unwavering Ghost Slayers!"

"Everyone, get ready to set out! The assessment begins!"

With expressions of determination, their eyes shone with a rare brightness of hope within a great disaster, preserving the most beautiful expectations in their innocence and naivety.

Watching those pairs of bright eyes vanish into the night, Han Fei’s hands slowly clenched, lowering his cap’s brim as he waved to those behind him.

"Class Seven, follow up!"