My ‘Healing’ Game
Chapter 871: The Greed Personality of 7 Awakenings

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: The Greed Personality of 7 Awakenings

Hiding within the Greed Black Fog, Han Fei had the little girl cooperate with Fu Lie, while he himself held the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, watching the director’s weakness.

The weaker it got, the more glaring its flaws were, and Han Fei wanted to personally kill it.

"There’s one hour until nightfall! All combat groups, attack with full force!" The voice of the general commander echoed from within the Black Ring, as the deputy captain of the logistics squad on the perimeter joined the battle.

The middle-aged woman with the Gratitude Personality had been silently enhancing everyone’s abilities, increasing their chances of survival. Now that the small fry had been dealt with, she began to fully assist Fu Lie.

The second Investigation Bureau member who had awakened eight personalities joined in, and the director was visibly struggling to hold on. Its massive body began to shrink, unable to extract fear from the mental hospital, its power couldn’t be replenished, and the Hatred Black Fire was slowly weakening as well.

"The opportunity has come."

Eyes locked on the director, Han Fei silently approached. He was the only one who had seen the director’s fear, and with the assistance of the Art Appreciation ability, Han Fei found the director’s vulnerable spot.

On the giant creature, wrapped in Blood Silk, there were multiple suture marks on its belly; the director’s true weak point was hidden inside, just as it had once hidden the flesh and blood of its own parents within its belly.

All the secrets were swallowed; it believed its belly was the safest place.

Speeding up, Han Fei began to sprint wildly; while everyone was drawn to the battle between Fu Lie and the director, he dragged the dazzling blade of humanity, like a New Moon, slicing through the dark clouds!

Leaping out from the Abyss, he poured all his rage towards the director’s abdomen and slashed!

The curtain fell, and dirty, hideously ugly memories that one wouldn’t want to recall were revealed before everyone.

Inside the director’s belly lay that humble and pitiful self; its short body was covered in birthmarks and fungus spots, and even after multiple cosmetic surgeries, the body remained extremely disproportionate.

The rotten past flowed out from the belly; the small figure hiding in the stomach was slit open by Han Fei’s blade — it was the source of the Black Fire, the director’s true form.

Almost getting directly slain, the little figure in the stomach was frightened to madness. It knew that staying here meant a dead end, so it dashed towards the direction of the middle-aged woman.

The director, having absorbed countless patients, approached the middle-aged woman as its huge body shattered unexpectedly, Black Blood flooding the sky, as if nightfall arrived prematurely.

"It’s trying to escape within the blood rain! All investigation teams, spread out! Absolutely do not let it leave!"

All the instruments carried by the Investigation Bureau were activated, and the teams moved immediately, but the range of the rain of blood was too vast to contain.

Watching the people fleeing outwards, Han Fei stood by the window holding the Rebirth Slaughter Saber, feeling something, he turned his gaze towards the building where Class Seven students were located.

No. 2 had earlier instructed Han Fei to bring the children to that children’s clothing store; these children seemed to want personal revenge.

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The blood rain dripped onto the glass of the children’s clothing store, splattering into cruel yet beautiful blood flowers.

The dirty blood slowly trickled, forming into thin blood vessels, and then wrapped together, forming a grotesquely ugly child.

Its head was swollen and deformed, its body full of wounds and fungus spots, and it was wearing an extremely ill-fitting blood-red gown.

"Aaah!"

The eyes opened, and within its Double Eyes burned extreme resentment and fury, the Hatred Black Fire spreading.

"He must be killed! He must be killed!..."

The child was filled with utmost hatred, even viciously biting its somewhat deformed hand, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

Now very weak, it dared not linger, pushed open the children’s clothing store door, and prepared to slip out the back.

As long as it could delay until nightfall, it was confident it could escape the Investigation Bureau’s pursuit, even without the help of the Ghost Creature.

Entering the room, the child suddenly saw an improvised altar.

On the newly assembled altar were thirty pieces of children’s clothes, and the Sacrificial Offerings were a young man wearing a knit Skull Cap and a silent child.

Both Sacrificial Offerings were patients from the mental hospital, from whom a large amount of blood had been drawn; at this moment, they looked a bit pale.

"Why are the patients from the hospital here?"

The store’s doors and windows suddenly closed, and the hulking No. 1 emerged from behind the counter.

"What seemed to be random choice, was actually a design of fate." No. 2, who had lost both legs, sat on a wooden cart, with an immensely terrifying smile on his face: "Director, I have brought your favorite toys."

One by one, children appeared outside the window, surrounding the children’s clothing store in the center.

The wooden cart creaked across the floor as No. 2, legless, stared at the director, unsure if the gift he spoke of was the wooden cart or all of the children.

"You..." Already transformed into Hatred, the director seemed to remember something and widened his eyes: "Impossible! It can’t be them!"

"Seems like you remember us now." No. 5’s voice carried with it an unforgettable hatred, becoming uncontrollable at the mere sight of anything related to the director, despite his usual calmness.

"It cannot be allowed to die too fast, nor too easily."

"How could Hatred be killed so easily? Even within the Memory Shrine, we must give it a proper welcome."

The children spoke one after another, while Number One silently walked to the Director.

His robust body far exceeded that of his peers, towering over the deformed orphanage Director, with no trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes, he slowly raised his right hand.

Fingers clenched into a fist, thirty personalities intertwined, Number One aimed at the Director’s legs and smashed down!

"Bang!"

Veins of blood snapped, it was as if a piece of the Director’s soul was permanently torn away.

Number One could see the weakness of Hatred, and he utilized this ability of his, avoiding areas that would result in the Director’s soul scattering, relentlessly punching!

All the children watched the scene before them, blood debts paid with blood, their rightful revenge was just beginning, this was only the first step.

"Spare me! I raised all of you, I saved you! I gave you a home, we’re all family!" The Director’s body grew increasingly grotesque, and he began to cry, pleading for mercy.

"Family?" Even Number Thirty, the kindest little girl, looked cold, as if hearing the word family from the Director’s mouth was an insult to the concept of family.

"Everything I did was under someone else’s orders! Not of my own volition! I really wanted to help you!" With no chance to escape, the Director spouted nonsense, fantasizing that the children might spare him.

"You really wanted to help us, so you designed various extreme experiments targeting each of our personalities, torturing our bodies and minds, repeatedly ravaging our souls? Was that for our own good too?" Number Four squatted beside the Director, covering his ears with both hands, pouring Death Intent into his skull.

Number Five carried Number Two and then placed the Director on the wooden cart.

"You treated all of us as toys in your hands, just like your parents once treated you, but we are much luckier." Number One spoke calmly: "Because at least we have each other, while you have nothing."

"You’re just a dog wagging its tail to please the murderer. You killed your own kind, no one in this world truly loves you, respects you, or wants to see you." Number Four’s words were cutting, but they were all the truth.

"Yes, yes, I deserve to die, I’m a beast, can you give me a chance for atonement, I’m willing to do anything to make up for past wrongs." The Director, in desperation to live, pulled out all the stops, but the children saw through his true nature long ago, none of his words could be believed.

"Since you’re willing to make up for your mistakes, I can also give you a chance." Number Two’s face was covered with an increasingly wide smile: "I remember you’ve always been afraid of me, worried I’d escape your control, but didn’t dare to disobey that person’s orders to kill me early, so you blinded my eyes, broke my legs, crippled my hands, and eventually extracted my brain, keeping me in a jar. But it is precisely because of this, that I survived in this form and saw many futures."

The Director’s soul trembled slightly, Number Two was the one who made him the most uneasy among all the children and was also the only one who had once escaped the orphanage.

"To repay you for this kindness, I prepared a jar for you as well." Number Two dragged out a jar from under the altar: "Leave a spark of Hatred, let your obsession come in."

The Director had stripped countless personalities, but now, when it was time to strip the foundation of his Hatred, he hesitated.

"Refuse, and you will scatter in the most painful way, agree, and I will imprison your consciousness and part of your obsession in a jar, giving you an opportunity for atonement." Number Two seemed to seek revenge on the Director, but his actual target was the Director’s Hatred fire.

At this moment, the Director had no other choice, and only by entering Number Two’s jar would he have a sliver of hope. With deep connections to the Divine Spirit, he hoped that by stalling until the Divine Spirit’s return, these children could pose no real threat.

"Do as you say, I will atone sincerely."

The Director used his ability to peel away layers of memory and fear, the flames of Hatred grew weaker.

As the scars increased, the Director’s grotesque appearance revealed the true form of his soul.

When the Hatred Black Fire was completely stripped away, all that was left on the ground was a deformed head covered in fungal spots and wounds, this head held the Director’s unspeakable secrets and most cherished memories.

Number One grasped the Director’s head and placed it in the jar.

Night fell, and the thirty children encircled the jar in the middle, they too wished to tear the Director apart, but for now, the Director was still useful.

"Don’t stay out there, come in." Number Two sealed the jar and called out beyond the children’s clothing store.

The door was gently pushed open, Han Fei appeared at the entrance, he had anticipated Number Two’s preparations when the Director fled and rushed over quickly.

"I advise leaving no future troubles." Han Fei glanced at the jar on the altar: "It’s best to kill him directly."

"The Director knows many secrets about the Divine Spirit, once I’ve interrogated him, I’ll make my decision." Number Two learned from the Director, giving him hope, only to shatter that hope: "Without your help, our revenge wouldn’t have been as smooth, the Director’s Hatred Black Fire has been stripped, once you devour it, your personality should awaken for the seventh time."

Each person’s personality awakening method is different, the Gratitude Personality needs to help others and be grateful, while the Greed Personality requires constant devouring, enlarging greed, and fulfilling desires.

"Then I’ll take it without reservation." Black fog surged from Han Fei’s body, and the Director’s stripped Hatred Black Fire was swallowed in a single gulp.

The serene Greed Abyss expanded several times over, boundless fear merged into the abyss, negative emotions boiled instantly, the Black Water surged, nearly collapsing Han Fei’s consciousness ocean. Fortunately, a multitude of personalities embedded in the sky above the abyss, they revolved around the Healing Personality like countless stars, the vast starlight resembled a galaxy cascading down, washing over Han Fei’s Brain Sea.

The Greed Personality and the Healing Personality reached balance once more, at this moment, the aura emanating from Han Fei was completely unlike that of an ordinary Personality Awakened, akin to the difference between ordinary ghosts and Hatred, it seemed his Brain Sea had already formed a unique Brain Area.

"Attention Player Number 0000! The Greed Personality has awakened for the seventh time; your continuously burning ambition has incinerated multiple Hatreds, increasing the Greed Abyss’s capacity for ghosts to twenty-three!"

"Attention Player Number 0000! You have imprisoned a Hatred with Black Fire—Tong Xin (Fear Nightmare)."

"Tong Xin (Fear Nightmare): It’s the accumulation of all fears from Tong Xin’s birth until now, and the nightmare of all the city’s children after a great disaster!"

"Ability of Hatred—Fear Control: Master fear, manipulate fear, and materialize all fears."

"Ability of Hatred—Personality Remodeling: Modify and fuse capabilities of different personalities, with a possibility to trigger the dark side of a personality and cultivate a special personality."

"Black Fire Affiliated Ability—Crying World: Form an extraordinarily large ghost domain capable of self-development, stimulating the inner fears of all entrants, controlling their spirit, breaking their will, turning them into unresisting toys."

"Ghost Domain Ability (initial influence range of 500 meters): Once the ghost domain expands, all souls within 500 meters will be affected, losing their resistance will, and the Hatred’s self abilities will be enhanced."