My Healing Games

Chapter 1000 A World Without You
"Attention, Manager No. 0000! You have obtained the A-grade exclusive executioner's blade—Rebirth!"

A sliver of reason appeared in those eyes that were forever consumed by madness, and the maniacal laughter that had echoed through the blood-red night sky had ceased.

Nightmares fell like black snowflakes, and the man laughed wildly as he looked at the place where Han Fei had disappeared. The person who had accompanied him through all the despair was gone.

In this blood-red night, it seemed as if he was all alone again.

He silently picked up the scalpel that had fallen to the ground. Many years ago, the evil spirits had also given him a knife, and he used that knife to kill all the tormented children.

This shouldn't be happening. I'm the one who brought despair, and I'm the one who should bear the despair. Why is it you who died?

His heart felt like it was being pulled out of his chest by the dream lock, but he laughed wildly without caring. He didn't feel sad, but there was an indescribable emotion in his heart.

The hand gripping the butcher's knife slowly tightened. All the demon blood left behind by the first demon perfectly merged into the laughing man's body. The hopes of the previous owners of the black box permeated his healing divine essence, and the endless despair accumulated in the black box transformed into his power.

Han Fei gave everything he owned to Kuangxiao. Unbeknownst to him, the crimson color began to spread along the dream locks. Kuangxiao's mind flashed back to crimson memories from the past, and the two crimson nights seemed to overlap.

How could tragedy repeat itself again and again?

Xu Qin's heart-wrenching cries echoed as neighbors launched a suicidal attack on the unspeakable, countless companions wept within the butcher's knife of death, and all the sounds surged into the ears of maniacal laughter.

Are they all trying to persuade you to stay?
Grasping the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife in both hands, he stood laughing wildly atop the tallest building in the deep world, pointing the blade at the dream that blotted out the sky.

He wanted to do something, something that required all his strength to accomplish.

This may not be the right thing to do, and it could lead to unforeseen consequences, but that's all he wants to do right now.

The laughing soul gazed at the despairing world. From the very beginning, he was surrounded by malice. He tried his best to heal himself, but in the end, he was driven to a dead end.

His eyes, now clear of madness, scanned the darkness. He had come to his senses, but the raging flames in his eyes had not died down; instead, they burned even more fiercely!

Han Fei and Kuang Xiao's memories merged, and an endless blood-red city appeared behind Kuang Xiao. That lonely city, built in the deepest part of despair, was Kuang Xiao's world of memories.

This city holds everything they experienced together; it was born from a sea of ​​blood and blossomed on twin flowers.

The maniac laughter vanished. He stood at the center of his own memory world, atop the tallest building in the deep world, and unleashed all his power to utter two words.

"spiritualism!"

His heart pounded heavily like a drumbeat, and with a maniacal laugh, his entire body was ablaze with demonic blood, igniting the entire blood-red city of memories.

Connected by the blood of the first demon, and at the cost of burning the city of memories, he laughs wildly, determined to bring down that sea of ​​blood and drown the night!

The howling of hounds echoed through the amusement park's passageways, and gaps were torn open in the passageway walls, which resembled human skin.

Amidst the shouts and laughter, the breach continued to widen until the entire line collapsed!

Endless waves tore open the passage, and a sea of ​​blood surged forth!

The maniacal laughter aimed to summon back Han Fei's soul, which had been scattered into the sea of ​​blood, even if it meant destroying reality and the deeper world.

He was a desperate and terrifying madman, and since everyone thought so, now he was just as they wished.

A child sacrificed himself to save me, his soul scattered and his body destroyed.

To save that child, I am willing to disregard everything and destroy both reality and illusion.

Countless blood demons crawled out of the ocean of resentment, and both sides, friend and foe, stopped fighting and watched in shock.

The focus of everyone's struggle is the black box, but the maniacal laugher wants to kill everyone, leaving no one alive.

The first to discover the anomaly in the passage was the Shadow Dog. Its body swelled continuously in the sea of ​​blood, rescuing its neighbors and other innocent souls in the paradise, and then it rushed madly outwards.

The unspeakable creatures within the park were also forced to retreat in the face of the roaring "sea of ​​blood".

The passage was destroyed, the distance between the shallow world and the deep world was shortened, and the ground of both worlds was collapsing.

Kuangxiao couldn't care less about anything now. His eyes were fixed on the dream, and he used his soul and flesh to fix the dream locks in his body, using the most tragic method to prevent the dream from dodging.

His entire body was pierced by chains, he laughed wildly as he gripped a butcher's knife, with a city washed up by a sea of ​​blood behind him.

The waves crashed against the earth, and the silent sea of ​​blood submerged buildings and carried away Han Fei's footprints.

And the end of all the bloodshed is the maniacal laughter. When the first demon swam into the sea of ​​blood and entered reality, there was a special connection between it and the sea of ​​blood. Now that connection has been transferred to the maniacal laughter.

The despair floating in the sea of ​​blood, those abandoned emotions and memories, all seeped into the body of the maniac laugh, building a world of shrine memories belonging to the maniac laugh, based on several shrines.

His soul was perfected; he obtained the Black Box, inherited all its power, and possessed the complete blood of the First Demon. He laughed wildly, gaining everything, and losing everything in the process.

"spiritualism!"

"spiritualism!"

The sea of ​​blood that engulfed the world surged toward the maniacal laughter, and the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade in his hand erupted with an unprecedented blade light!
The scattered souls and fragments of memory are constantly gathering together, but too much is still missing.

The passage has completely collapsed, the sea of ​​blood has overflowed, the night has been stained red, and the dream dust has been scattered.

The land in the shallow world also continued to crack, all the way to the edge of the main city.

As four million players were about to fall into the abyss, the ropes of fate entangled the main city.

A sigh rang out, and the gray fog in the main city completely dissipated. An indescribable and powerful spiritual force influenced the AI, turning all the laughter and beautiful memories accumulated in the shallow world during this period into light.

Fate made its choice; when Number Two severed the will and body of Dream in the sea of ​​blood, he completed the usurpation of Godhood.

He devoured the will of eleven shrines in the dream world, shining the light of the shallow world into the night sky of the deep world.

In a world forever shrouded in darkness and despair, the first ray of light has truly arrived.

Even the boundless wings of a butterfly could not stop the arrival of this ray of light. Escorted by fate, it passed through seas of blood and nightmares, shining upon the butcher's knife in the hand of the maniac.

The shallow world and the deep world were very close. The stranded players climbed to the top of the city wall and saw the abyss that was just around the corner, as well as "Han Fei" fighting for the last chance of survival for everyone in the sea of ​​blood.

Some names do not disappear with death; they will be remembered.

"It's Han Fei!"

"He's in the abyss! He's standing in the abyss, his whole body pierced by chains and covered in blood!"

"Is he protecting us from disaster?"

"We can't let him fight alone, let's help him!" A tall, thin male player raised his knife and stepped forward, but the people around him remained unmoved.

He turned around in surprise and looked at his companions: "Why are you standing still? Have you two forgotten how he saved us in that princess fairy tale nightmare? He pushed me away! He took the fire for me! He saved all three of us!"

"But there's nothing we can do to help him. Stepping into this abyss means certain death. Calm down!"

"So you're just going to sit here and calmly wait to die?" The tall player looked at the silent crowd. "People can't live like this. At least, at least... they should do something."

The faint fireflies of the past have now finally brought the first ray of light to that dark night.

This light was seen by everyone; it illuminated the darkness of the world and the darkness in their hearts.

The person who brought this light may be forgotten, but the person who saw it will always remember the scene.

More and more people are recognizing Han Fei, and more and more people are remembering the truth.

The emotions of the more than three million surviving players unintentionally dissipated and merged into that beam of light. Like their companions in the Rebirth Blade, they were willing to raise the flames in their hands and contribute their share of light and heat.

All the beauty that has gathered since the opening of the shallow world has been incorporated into the Rebirth Slaughter Blade. The unspeakable, maniacal laughter that has reached a perfect state pours out the power of the sea of ​​blood and raises the slaughter blade.

It devoured the special, unspeakable number two that swallowed the will of the eleven shrines of Dream, and also burned its divine soul to pry open Dream's destiny.

The butterfly wings that blotted out the sky began to flutter restlessly, but no matter what it did, it could not pull back the dream lock that had pierced into the body of the maniacal laughter.

The colorful dream lock has long since turned blood-red; all the sins owed by the dream will be repaid with blood.

Standing in the deepest part of the world, closest to the night sky, Kuangxiao leaped up, his butcher's knife, imbued with all that was beautiful and bright, cleaving towards the head of the dream!

The rules of dreams were broken, and the incomparably magnificent dream wings were cleaved in two by a butcher's knife, as if the entire night sky had been shattered into two halves!
The truly bloody and brutal battle began.

Kuangxiao grabbed the dangling Dream Lock and pounced on Dream's body, unleashing all the hatred, the relentless torment, and the despair buried deep in his heart.

His hysterical laughter carried the pain he carried, as he wielded the knife of rebirth and fought a bloody battle with the dream.

He didn't care about the injury at all, and even deliberately used the excruciating pain to numb himself. He wanted to dig out every inch of the dream's flesh, crush its body, and tear apart its soul.

The sea of ​​blood surged, and the bloody battle lasted for a full day and night before the enormous butterfly finally fell from the darkness into the sea of ​​blood.

However, Dream did not die. In the constant battles, Kuangxiao discovered that there was a deep connection between Dream and the First Demon. It was very likely that Dream was the first dream that the First Demon had when imitating a living person. That ethereal fantasy became an existence between humans and demons.

The only way to completely destroy Dream is to use the power of the Blood Sea, but Dream will never stay obediently in the Blood Sea, so Kuangxiao did something incredibly crazy again.

His and Meng's divine bodies were pierced and entangled by countless chains, and then he dragged Meng into the sea of ​​blood!
In the maniacal laughter, the scales were set in his eyes, with himself and his dream on them. He was to sacrifice himself and his dream to the sea of ​​blood at the same time to complete his final task.

"Return to the soul!"

The sea of ​​blood eroded the bodies of the two unspeakable gods, and their battle did not cease even during the sacrifice.

The Blood Sea, which had been calm for countless years, suddenly unleashed a massive wave of blood on this day, submerging the area of ​​the Deep World near the skyscrapers. A new Blood City appeared in the darkness.

This blood city is much like the world of memories of the maniacal laughter, but it is full of the footprints of another person.

A faint light shone on the third floor of the Happiness Community, and from the empty room came the sound of a rice bowl being smashed.

The dim yellow light flickered slightly, the aroma of meat wafted far through the corridor, the child's crying had stopped, and the graffiti on the wall slowly faded away.

"I would never eat anything taken from a coffin!"

"The meat you cooked smells delicious. Thank you for treating me to dinner."

“You lost the game of hide-and-seek. What I want you to do is stop crying.”

"I will bring the people who hurt you into this world."

The voices of the past echoed in the blood-red building; even when they were barely surviving in the darkness, they had once been boisterous and joyful.

Eight figures squeezed onto the worn-out sofa in the living room, watching the black and white TV together. The most beautiful neighbor opened a jar to pickle food, while the elderly waited for their children to come home and quietly prepared for the New Year.

"The building manager is back! He's back carrying a coffin!"

"I've taken over the convenience store on the street, and I'm going to be the principal in the future. After I quit the game, I need to read more books on city management."

Subtle traces dissipate in the corners of the city, like an invisible stream that seeps into the world of shrines, illuminating today's starry sky into memories of the past.

"Of course I know the world isn't black and white, but I believe right is right and wrong is wrong. Only by correcting the bad things can the good things be recognized by more people."

"Those locked in cages eventually become wild beasts, losing all their kindness and humanity. But if there were still the chance to be human, who would want to be a wild beast?"

"Humans do not emit light, but each of us carries a torch inherited from our ancestors. This torch that can illuminate the darkness is called life. We put our experiences and memories into it, using them as fuel, and life will ignite. We can then hold it high and move forward in the darkness."

"Fate gave me the worst script, but that's okay, I was born to be the best actor!"

The shrine left behind by the maniacal laughter was lit up, and the faint light slowly gathered. A voice from the depths of the sea of ​​blood called out, causing the dissipated fragments of the soul to flutter like flower petals.

It was the most beautiful flower in the world; it withered in the deepest part of the night, its fragrance wafting in the first rays of sunlight.

After an unknown amount of time, once the surging sea of ​​blood calmed down, a blood-red city dispelled the black mist of the deep world and appeared in the place where Han Fei had once walked.

The light from the shallow world illuminated Blood City, and to the surprise of all the survivors, it seemed that other blood-red cities existed in the vast and boundless deep world. Patches of dark night sky were stained red with blood, as if they sensed the presence of the maniacal laughter and were calling out to him in their own way.

The passage has collapsed, and the sea of ​​blood has poured into the deep world. One-third of the shallow world has also been destroyed. However, the two worlds have stopped merging. Now, it seems that a part of the shallow world has been embedded into the deep world.

As for the unspeakable things that came with the dream, half of them had already run away when the dream's body was cut open, and the rest were too late to escape.

The bloody slaughter ended with the appearance of Blood City. Number Two, which had devoured the will of eleven shrines in Dream, entered the deep world at the last moment.

He walked through the laughing blood city and came to the beam of light that pierced through the two worlds, silently watching the dancing "petals".

"The fate of twin flowers..."

Number Two wanted to get closer, but Xu Qin, who had completely lost her mind, appeared in Blood City. She became the source of the curse, her whole body entangled in the most vicious and terrifying curse.

The flowers that represented promises, longings, and all dreams were torn to shreds, and her only support died before her eyes. She hysterically attacked everything, only becoming quiet when she was near the fluttering fragments of memories.

"Just stay here."

Blood City, perched atop the sea of ​​blood, lies at the boundary between the deep and shallow worlds. It has replaced the passage, or rather, it has become the new passage, allowing players in the shallow world to enter the deep world at any time.

Several unspeakable beings joined forces to stop the sea of ​​blood from spreading further. They waited for a long time, but neither the maniac nor the dream appeared; they seemed to still be sinking in the sea of ​​blood.

"Your memories of the Crimson Orphanage are hidden deep within your mind. It seems the first Demon was also born in the deepest part of the Blood Sea. Is all of this a coincidence? Or is it destiny?"

The petals in the beam of light slowly reassembled, and Number Two seemed to understand the choice made by the maniacal laughter.

He glanced up at the more than three million players still trapped in the game, then silently turned and walked toward the skyscraper.

"Redemption and destruction coexist; a new era has arrived."

Number Two showed no mercy or anger as he calmly approached the top of the skyscraper.

One after another, insane beings followed behind, and countless evil spirits gathered in the Black Rain area.

"If we're going to negotiate, my chips are only three million players, which is far from enough. I have to stake all their wealth and lives on the table before they'll betray me again."

He casually placed the beast's flesh and blood into the shrine, looked up at the night, touched the laughing statue, and opened the passage to reality!

A blood-red bridge pierced the night sky, breaking through the ocean of consciousness and reconnecting reality with the deeper world.

“After the ‘negotiations’ are over, I will replace the AI ​​in the shallow world and never leave. So I will be the bad guy, and you should not let your hands get stained with blood.”

Number Two walked onto the Blood Bridge, with the rest of the unspeakable behind him.

The crimson color spread, and that night, a faint smell of blood lingered in the night sky of Xinhu.

……

"Someone come quick!"

"Han Fei, the person under close monitoring, has an abnormal heart rate! His breathing is failing!"

"Doctor! Where's the doctor?!"

Various voices were shouting, and a pale-faced man lay in a medical ambulance.

He has been through a lot, he is no longer young, his organs are failing, and he is slowly leaving this world.

The hospital was incredibly noisy. As Han Fei was being taken into the emergency room, an elderly man who had already passed away was being carried out of the emergency room by the doctors.

Li Xue's teacher lost all vitality, and he and Han Fei passed each other in the hospital corridor.

The emergency room door was closed, and several police officers stood guard at the door, one of whom, a policewoman, turned her head slightly to the side.

Now is not the time for sadness and grief, Li Xue reminded herself countless times. In this long night, she had grown a lot.

The followers of dreams are very well hidden, and they look no different from ordinary people. Several of the teacher's students are their main targets. She has already heard a lot of bad news tonight.

However, she did not wallow in sorrow. Fate may have already given some hints. Li Xue's eyes became as resolute and upright as the female director of the Calamity Investigation Bureau in the shrine world. She would take over the responsibility passed down by her teacher and become a police officer like her teacher.

A few hours later, the sun rose as usual, dispelling the darkness.

Most ordinary people began their ordinary day, unaware that the city had been transformed that night.

Deep Space Technology and cybersecurity police repelled the Cocoon hackers at dawn, and the three major criminal organizations and all the believers in the dream were wiped out overnight.

No one knows what exactly happened that night. While people were still focused on rescuing the trapped players, dozens of tech giants, including Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals and Deep Space Technology, officially began the process of splitting up and restructuring. The managers behind New Shanghai also seemed to be changing quietly.

The wheels of history roll ever onward, the shackles representing the interests of the old era are brutally smashed, and in order to deal with the crisis that has arrived, a whole new face appears on the stage.

Transactions, compromises, concessions—the killings in the darkness maintain as much dignity as possible under the sun, while gamblers at the card table welcome the arrival of a new era with unspoken understanding.

That afternoon, some of the trapped players successfully logged out of the game.

The crisis has been averted, and amidst the cheers of the citizens, the name Han Fei was brought up again.

The rescued players did not forget what happened in the Deep World; they clearly saw "Han Fei" and that almost invincible demon fall into a sea of ​​blood together.

The super criminal who was criticized by the crowd was actually the hero who saved more than three million players. Only then did people realize that Han Fei had never told a lie from beginning to end.

Public opinion shifted, and countless people began to praise Han Fei again, feeling sorry for him. Some even began to apologize, but unfortunately, Han Fei could not hear them.

The doctors had done their best, using the latest technology from the Immortal Pharmaceuticals, but they could only barely keep Han Fei's body afloat. His consciousness seemed to have completely dissipated; he was in a deep coma, his brainstem reflexes had disappeared, he had no spontaneous breathing, and his electroencephalogram showed electrical silence. The results met the criteria for brain death.

Countless people are paying attention to Han Fei's situation, and everyone wants to know if Han Fei will wake up.

As night fell again, Han Fei was taken to the laboratory at the very bottom of the Eternal Life Building under the full supervision of the police and medical staff.

Along that route, all those whom Han Fei had helped came.

There were family members of the victims, players who successfully quit the game, and even the real-life family members of the nightmare's protagonist.

Han Fei helped many people realize their dreams and healed many wounded souls.

"elder brother!"

As the police car approached a T-junction, a middle-aged man in a zoo uniform suddenly rushed out, clutching two zoo tickets in his hand.

The man, who had an intellectual disability, shouted at the special vehicle transporting Han Fei and, ignoring police attempts to stop him, tried to rush inside.

"Brother! I'm Wang Ping'an! There's an elephant show at the zoo on Saturday, you...you haven't come yet! Let me go! Let me go!"

The zoo staff who were with him quickly grabbed Wang Ping'an, but the silly middle-aged man acted like a child, shouting and yelling without a care in the world.

"My brother is a very good person, I've dreamt about him! You can't take him away! He's all I have left! Please, don't take him!"

The vehicle slowly drove by. Han Fei changed the fate of many people, and they never forgot him.

(End of this chapter)