My ‘Healing’ Game

The two shrines represent two different fates, and different choices will lead to different endings.

Han Fei and Huang Ying placed their hope on Shen Luo, hoping that this talented player could help them rule out an incorrect option.

Being valued like this for the first time, Shen Luo felt a bit nervous. He wandered between the two shrines for a long time, and finally stopped beside the shrine with the divine door tightly shut.

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"I choose this one that looks somewhat normal."

"Alright, then we’ll go to the other one."

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"You can’t put all your eggs in one basket."

The three stood in front of different shrines, reaching out toward the shrine in front of them simultaneously.

When Shen Luo touched the normal shrine, brilliant butterfly patterns appeared all over his body. These patterns intertwined with each other, weaving a pair of magnificent dream wings under the influence of the shrine.

The room was occupied by the wings of the dream, Shen Luo’s eyes continuously changed, with many memories that weren’t his being stuffed into his brain sea.

At this moment, Shen Luo resembled the butterfly that Han Fei had killed before, almost as if they were made from the same mold.

The dream wings closed in, wrapping Shen Luo, then the divine door of the shrine in front of him slowly opened, pulling him in.

The dazzling patterns turned the shrine into something beautifully illusory, as if it concealed the world’s grace and blessings, a true heaven.

In contrast to Han Fei and Huang Ying’s choice, their shrine imprisoned a god on the verge of death.

Limbs pierced by sharp blades, a god statue bound by the Red Rope, and a heavy atmosphere of death intent and despair.

When Han Fei and Huang Ying touched the shrine, they were enveloped by the despair within, their souls and wills felt as if they were being torn apart, and they could faintly hear cries in their ears.

The shrine in front of them kept magnifying, and their bodies were involuntarily drawn towards the gaps of the shrine. At this time, the divine spirit in the shrine, full of boundless killing intent, seemed to have been driven insane by torment, eager to kill all living beings that approached.

With multicolored blood already drained, the divine body was only left with despair and resentment, the almost broken head slowly turned, the god statue looked at Han Fei.

And at that moment, the marks left by the series of Black Box masters on Han Fei were triggered, staining his body with the complex Ghost Pattern.

The imprisoned god seemed to sense a familiar aura from Han Fei, and even though it had lost its reason, it could still distinguish it. Because it was overly familiar, left by one’s closest kin.

The murderous intentions surrounding Han Fei and Huang Ying began to diminish, and the god statue extended its arm towards Han Fei.

The evil weapon penetrated its arm, soaking its body with multicolored blood. Its world was always full of color, even if the color was painted using its own blood.

Han Fei pushed forward with great effort, knowing the god in front was dangerous, yet he still couldn’t help but grasp its hand.

"Touch the secrets deep within the soul."

The killing intent had dissipated, Han Fei’s ability was unimpeded, he clearly saw a child inside the god statue.

The child dressed in a multicolored children’s costume, always harbored beautiful imaginations about the world. Clearly a ghost, yet hiding gentleness and yearning for the mortal world.

Born in the night, yet was lifted by big hands and brought to where the sun rose, he had a childhood he could never have imagined, until those hands departed, his world once again dimmed.

"Is he Fu Sheng’s child? Did Fu Sheng let him live in reality for a long time?"

Han Fei wanted to know more, but the tenth layer of nightmare was beginning to collapse. In the last moment before the divine door closed, the paper airplane given by No. 2 fell into the shrine.

After making their choice, Han Fei and Huang Ying fell into deeper layers of nightmares.

If the first five layers were shallow nightmares and layers five to ten were middle nightmares, Han Fei and Huang Ying have now entered the final stage of the nightmare. They were getting closer and closer to the shrine, and the dream would soon use every possible means!

Opening their eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the building shrouded in gray fog, but Shen Luo was nowhere to be seen.

"Is the tenth layer of the nightmare the shrine?" Han Fei looked up toward the end of the staircase; every time they cleared a nightmare, they’d get a step closer to the shrine, and now he and Huang Ying were very close to it.

"Han Fei, I have some bad news to tell you." Huang Ying, after leaving the tenth layer of the nightmare, hadn’t been looking well.

"What is it?"

"After we made our choice, I heard the system’s prompt, but we were still in the nightmare and I didn’t get to see it." Huang Ying opened the Attribute Panel: "After coming out, I glanced at it, and found that the system had notified me of triggering a hidden task."

After clearing the tenth layer of the nightmare, Huang Ying’s Attribute Panel had a subtle change, with faint patterns appearing on it: "The content of this hidden task... never mind, you’d better see it yourself."

Han Fei looked at the shared Attribute Panel from Huang Ying, noticing in the newly added task section a striking colored task prompt—You have successfully triggered an A-level hidden task, Perfect Life, which is currently the highest difficulty task.

Task requirements: Your life is not perfect because someone has stolen your life. Methods are not restricted, means are not restricted, you must hope to succeed before others, to kill Player No. 0000, Han Fei.

Task rewards: Additionally obtain an A-level talent, increase your level by three, randomly awaken a personality, and gain a method to exit the game, along with a hint for the location of the Perfect Life Black Box.

Upon seeing the task rewards, Han Fei took a deep breath. For ordinary players, what they most desire right now is to exit the game; for those massive guilds, the Black Box might be even more important than their lives.

For example, the Inevitable Truth, a guild ranked in the top five on the entire server, exists for the purpose of finding the Black Box. The legendary box not only represents the original shares of Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, but also hides the secret that could spark a biological revolution!

"The information was indeed sent by the system, as the gray mist blankets the whole city. Is the Dream about to control the Smart Brain?" Huang Ying and all the players in the Main City District will be wrapped in that huge gray cocoon, turning the inside and outside of the cocoon into two different worlds.

"The Dream mobilizes both ordinary and top-tier players at the same time. Even if one-tenth of the people believe it, your situation could become very dangerous." Huang Ying was somewhat worried: "You can exit the game normally. Staying here is to save people, but in the future, you might be attacked, insulted, slandered by those people, and they might even want your life."

"Dividing me from the ordinary players, that’s exactly what the Dream wants to do. The more it does this, the less I can leave." Han Fei had regained his composure: "I’ve gone through all sorts of slander and false accusations. When you persist in doing the right thing, you will always be misunderstood."

"I’m worried that the Dream might have other tricks." Huang Ying closed the Attribute Panel. He hadn’t expected the Dream to be so malicious, nor had he expected it to be formidable to such an extent. At this rate, the Dream might really replace the Smart Brain of the Shallow World.

"We should also speed up our exploration." The paper airplane on Han Fei fell into the Shrine, and he wanted to find No. 2 to get another one, so he took Huang Ying and left the building shrouded in gray mist.

"After leaving the range of the gray mist, my Attribute Panel returned to normal, and the task disappeared. What I just saw felt like a dream." Huang Ying was quite surprised.

"It seems that the Dream intervening in the system requires the help of the Shrine’s gray mist." The situation was still unfavorable for Han Fei. The gray mist was spreading throughout the city, and it wouldn’t be long before it completely enveloped the Main City District.

"Aren’t we going to continue exploring?"

"Shen Luo is here, we’ll explore the Shrine at the hospital later." Han Fei looked up at the sky, which was noticeably darker than before in the Main City District.

At the Central Square, as soon as Han Fei and Huang Ying entered the room No. 2 was in, they saw the floor full of documents.

All sorts of information about nightmares were stored in No. 2’s brain. He looked very serious, as if he had reached a crucial moment in his thoughts.

"Why are you back again?" No. 2 didn’t like being disturbed while thinking.

"The paper airplane you gave me fell into a Shrine. There was a Divine Spirit imprisoned inside that Shrine..." Han Fei told No. 2 everything he had seen. No. 2 continued to scrutinize Han Fei, and his gaze gradually became strange.

"Fate has already changed. You two cannot enter the nightmare together for exploration anymore. For the next nightmare, you’ll enter alone." No. 2 bit through his finger and inscribed a special Divine Pattern on Han Fei’s body: "The aura on you is attracting something in the Shrine. It has something to say to you."

"I suspect that the imprisoned Unspeakable is one of Fu Sheng’s three children. I am Fu Sheng’s successor; perhaps I should rescue it."

"How you choose is up to you. I only help you find the most special nightmare." After finishing the last stroke of the Divine Pattern, No. 2 became very weak: "The next time you enter the Shrine, fate will guide you to approach the imprisoned Unspeakable. There is a certain probability that you’ll directly enter its nightmare."

"The Unspeakable’s nightmare?"

"I don’t know what you’ll encounter, but that nightmare is surely very dangerous." No. 2 folded another paper airplane, completely stained red with blood: "Keep it close to protect your life at crucial moments, though it will expose my presence."

"Thank you." Han Fei was to enter the next nightmare alone. After parting ways with Huang Ying, he ran directly towards the Main City District Hospital.

The Dream has already started to replace the system, which made Han Fei feel a great threat.

Entering the hospital, Han Fei walked through the lobby, step by step upward, the first floor, the second floor, the third floor...

After passing the tenth layer of the nightmare, he could already feel the existence of the Shrine clearly.

"There are eleven Shrines in the Main City District. Does that mean you can touch the actual Shrine after passing eleven nightmares?"

Footfalls landed, darkness descended, and the familiar sense of weightlessness pulled Han Fei into the Abyss of nightmares.

"Is this the eleventh layer of the nightmare?"

Opening his eyes, Han Fei was still surrounded by darkness. He felt very cold, bone-chillingly so. His heartbeat was also very weak, as if he might die at any moment.

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The people in Tomb Village are always happy, especially this year when the villagers received a large sum of money.

"Village Chief, everyone is preparing to hold a feast to celebrate, why do you look so worried?" Ada, carrying two bottles of good wine, came to the village chief’s door. He walked with a limp, seemingly congenitally deformed.

"I’m just a bit tired." The person speaking was the village chief, with white hair yet robust and healthy, with no signs of deformity on his body.

"It’s time to go, Village Chief. Everyone is still waiting for you to speak!" Ada naively pulled the village chief out of the room, leading the old village chief towards the center of the village.

Tomb Village is neither large nor small, and the villagers living here are more or less deformed, different from normal people.

An indescribable stench wafted through the air, blackened sewage trickled on the ground, garbage that couldn’t be removed was embedded in the walls, all hinting at the abysmal living conditions here.

The villagers’ laughter could be heard, warmly greeting the village chief, then heading together to the village center.

Today is a big day for Tomb Village; every year on this day, everyone goes to worship the ghost in the grave.

Tomb Village is named so because beneath it lies a ghost, which seems to be the first ghost in the mortal world.