My Healing Games

Chapter 1001 Welcome to the Perfect Life (Final Chapter)
Night fell over Xinhu. After Han Fei entered, all the security doors of the Yong Sheng Building closed from the inside. The building was sealed off by some force, and only a very few authorized individuals could enter through special means.

The Shanghai police were Han Fei's most trusted people, but the escorts, including Li Xue, were stopped outside the laboratory.

Li Xue had consulted her superior because she was not at ease with Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, but her superior told her that handing over Han Fei was part of the "deal".

"We've done everything we can; let fate decide the rest."

The black box at the bottom of the Eternal Life Building was opened, and an indescribable mysterious power gently enveloped Han Fei's body. Several evil spirits joined forces to lift him onto the Blood Bridge and send him into the deep world.

"After the fragments of memory are pieced together, the broken flower may still have a chance to bloom."

The yin energy stimulated every inch of Han Fei's skin, and despair surged into his body. In the end, his body was sent to the center of the Blood City and placed under that beam of light.

After accomplishing all this, Number Two's main body remained in the shallow world and began to infiltrate the AI, aiming to seize control of the shallow world. He also left behind numerous separate wills in both the real and deep worlds, operating on multiple fronts: in the real world, he monitored the administrators of New Shanghai and promoted the integration of the real and deep worlds; in the deep world, he stabilized Blood City and the passageways, helped his own monsters break through, and prevented other unspeakable entities from approaching.

Number Two felt as if he was deliberately and frantically exhausting his mental energy, preventing him from peeking into fate. For the first time, he felt a kind of hatred for his own abilities.

The neighbors of the Deep World moved to the center of Blood City, where Han Fei was more important than the light itself.

The building manager kept his promise to them, but if they had the chance to back out, they would rather live with Han Fei in the dilapidated and gloomy old building, making all sorts of hellish jokes and embracing each other with hands that could never be warmed.

"When will he come back?" Kneeling, she held Yingyue's hand. The two children had grown up. They usually liked to wait where Han Fei was offline, like his left and right protectors, so that they could see him as soon as he logged back in.

"I don't know." Wei Youfu sat on the ground, staring blankly at the beam of light.

No one knows the answer. It might take a week, a month, or a long time.

Footsteps sounded, and Xiao Ba, who was a little shy, walked out from behind Wei Youfu. She was carrying the flowerpot with the seeds of the shallow world buried in it, and walked to the beam of light.

Seeing that Xu Qin did not drive her away, Xiao Ba placed her most precious flowerpot next to Han Fei so that the light could shine on it.

"The flowers will bloom..."

Kuangxiao and Meng sacrificed themselves to fall into the depths of the sea of ​​blood. Han Fei's consciousness shattered and his soul dissipated. However, their sacrifice was rewarded. The original world was changed, and the efforts of several generations of Black Box owners finally ushered in the dawn.

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Three months later, all the players trapped in the game were rescued, the Deep World was no longer a secret, and Han Fei's deeds were constantly being told.

What surprised the public even more was that the families of those who experienced the nightmares refused to quit the game; they didn't want to be separated from the people they had been longing for.

Originally facing shutdown, "Perfect Life" underwent a complete upgrade and reopened with the help of several unspeakable individuals. All players who log into the shallow world can freely pass through Blood City to enter the deep world for adventure, redeem ghosts and monsters, or explore the unknown world.

Players who die in the Deep World will not actually die in reality; their accounts will simply be deleted, but they will suffer some psychological trauma, much like having a non-life-threatening illness.

To prevent players from getting trapped in the game again, players can choose to forcibly delete their accounts and forcefully leave the game after suffering psychological trauma.

The current "Perfect Life" is no longer just a simple game. Fu Sheng's original vision has become a reality, and people will gradually heal their deeper world through this spiritual world.

The arrival of players also brought life to the Deep World. Blood City, which lies between the Shallow World and the Deep World, became a more prosperous city than Shanghai. Countless players flocked in, adventuring, building, trading, and even creating their own underworld huts with their own hands, preparing for their afterlife decades in advance.

The old era has been left behind, the monopoly of large companies has been broken, various new technologies and new ideas have emerged in an explosive manner, and more and more people with special personalities have awakened. Everything seems to have changed.

The boundaries between the human brain and the AI, between the dead and the living, are gradually blurring. Emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness become nourishment for healing despair. Memories can also be downloaded and stored. The spiritual world and the real world are deeply integrated. Before tomorrow arrives, no one knows whether this is a better era or a worse one.

Everyone was focused on moving forward, as if they were ancient people chasing the sun, or boatmen dragging the giant wheel of time.

As Blood City continues to expand, the story of Han Fei spreads among players, and there are always players who want to get closer to the city center.

During this time, the second group of personality test participants, led by Rose, also visited Han Fei. Everyone knew what a remarkable thing Han Fei had done. They were all victims of the personality test conducted by the Immortal Pharmaceuticals and had been secretly fighting against this behemoth. Now, their wish had been fulfilled by Han Fei.

Qiangwei was an extremely proud person, but in his heart, Han Fei was the role model for his entire life.

Compared to other participants in the personality experiment, the glass cat had the best relationship with Han Fei. This little cat, who had followed the devil around in hell, curled up next to that beam of light and softly sang the songs of the past.

Several months later, the players dispersed, but some would still occasionally come to visit Han Fei.

Every few days, Bai Xian would drag Huang Ying to see Han Fei. As before, they would report to Han Fei on the recent events. A drunk Bai Xian complained that he had been nominated for Best Actor at the film festival for another year and that the award was still a long way off. Huang Ying, standing next to him, seemed somewhat silent.

Since Han Fei left, Huang Ying has rarely spoken.

Some gray hairs have appeared at his temples, and he can now understand some things that he didn't understand before.

In fact, Han Fei was more aware of the danger of the situation than anyone else. He was even prepared to die at any time. Huang Ying was the successor he had chosen, which is why he spared no effort to promote Huang Ying.

The torch fell, but the flames still rose. Huang Ying did not disappoint Han Fei. He became the master of all nightmares, leading players who could be "resurrected" repeatedly to expand wildly in the deep world, letting the healing starlight fill the dark abyss.

Time flowed quietly, and tall, magnificent buildings rose from the ground in Blood City. This city brought together the world's top technologies and players, creating a strong futuristic, underworld atmosphere.

It became the second-generation central AI, relying on its powerful capabilities to issue massive amounts of tasks every day, mobilizing every player and turning the entire city into a war machine running at full speed.

Players, management, beta testers, black box hunters, psychics, individuals with awakened special personalities, and mutated new humans—all sorts of factions were formed. Perhaps by a twist of fate, an organization similar to the Calamity Investigation Bureau also appeared in Blood City, called the Deep World Joint Investigation Bureau.

As Blood City expanded rapidly, the area illuminated by the initial beam of light gradually became deserted. The neighbors began to devour ghosts and monsters to increase their strength, leaving only Xu Qin and Xiao Ba guarding the beam of light.

Xu Qin, who had become the source of the curse, was unable to control herself. It took the combined efforts of Number Two and Fu Yi to temporarily seal her away. Her beautiful appearance was covered by the curse, and she could only barely find her former appearance when she stayed next to the flying fragments of memories.

Xiao Ba is trying her best to take care of Xu Qin. If Xu Qin goes crazy, she will immediately notify the others. When she has nothing to do, she will lie next to the beam of light and look expectantly at the flowerpot filled with soil from the deep world.

Many ghosts and players think that Xiao Ba is a silly child. How can a seed from the shallow world possibly blossom in the soil of the deep world?
Only Xiaoba checks on it every day with anticipation, because that person once said that her flower would definitely bloom.

On an ordinary morning, Xiao Ba, who was guarding the city center, suddenly heard a strange noise. She thought her flowerpot had cracked, so she hurriedly ran to the flowerpot.

After looking for a while, she realized it wasn't. She followed the sound and dug out a dilapidated shrine on the edge of the abandoned amusement park passage.

This was Fu Sheng's Paradise Shrine, which was later inherited by Kuang Xiao. In the battle with Meng, almost all of his shrines were destroyed.

Relieved, Xiao Ba prepared to bury the shrine again, but just as she was about to close the shrine door, she discovered that the relatively intact statue inside had turned to ashes in front of her.

Helpless, Xiao Ba thought she had made a mistake. She tried to gather the ash together, but as soon as she reached out, the shrine collapsed completely.

An indescribable aura drifted toward the distant light, and the shrine ability that Fu Sheng had originally intended to keep for himself was being used by the new shrine owner.

Xiaoba apologized to the shrine, and as soon as she turned around, she noticed that there seemed to be something extra in her flowerpot.

She rushed to the beam of light and watched as the seeds buried in the flowerpot took root and sprouted, growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fragments of memory floating in the beam of light slowly pieced together. With the help of that ineffable power, all the memories merged and blossomed into a colorful flower.

Petals drifted into the sleeping body, a butterfly was crushed, the colors on the flowers were gradually replaced by blood, and finally landed on that heart.

Xiao Ba, whose attention was completely drawn to the flowers, opened her eyes wide. She never expected that the seeds she brought from the shallow world could actually bloom in the deep world!
"The flowers are blooming..."

"Yes, the flowers are blooming."

Hearing that familiar voice, Xiaoba looked up in disbelief and saw a warm smiling face.

At the same time, the seal set up by Number Two and Fu Yi was destroyed by the extremely violent curse, and a figure completely possessed by the curse rushed into that beam of light.

She melted away in the sunlight of the shallow world, yet she still refused to let go, clinging tightly to Han Fei in the city center.

Without flinching or showing any fear, Han Fei, who was being held by Xu Qin, raised his hand and gently embraced her.

The curse spread across her body, tearing open wounds. Xu Qin seemed to realize something and tried to get away, but Han Fei tightened his arms around her, looking at her tenderly.

"To me, the most vicious and terrible curse in the world is to leave you."

Letting Xu Qin's curse seep into his body, Han Fei lowered his head and kissed her. Only after losing everything did he realize what was most precious.

Little Ba, holding a flowerpot, stared blankly at Xu Qin and Han Fei. The two adults seemed completely unaware of her presence; she simply stood to the side, clutching her little flower.

The curse clung to his body and choked his throat, yet Han Fei still refused to let go.

The source of the curse that both humans and ghosts fear is, in his eyes, the most beautiful girl in the world.

The healing power, many times stronger than before, restored Xu Qin's sanity. This beautiful, mature, and incredibly reliable older sister next door seemed to have cried many times.

"Everyone is waiting for you, and..." Xu Qin, having regained her senses, slowly released her hand. She remembered something: Number Two had once mentioned the fate of the twin flowers. After Han Fei's death, Kuangxiao and Meng fell into a sea of ​​blood together: "There is someone you need to find."

“I know.” Han Fei glanced at the completely destroyed Paradise Shrine. He tried to summon the system, but there was no response. The black box and the “intelligent brain” of the deep world seemed to be one.

The ground shook, houses were destroyed, and the giant monster, which had grown considerably larger, smelled its master's scent and rushed over from across half the city.

Patting Da Nie's head, Han Fei looked at the bloody hole in his palm and smiled helplessly.

It took Han Fei almost three days to travel all over Blood City. He visited every neighbor and friend, and walked past the buildings where fragments of memory drifted by, but he couldn't find any trace of the maniacal laughter.

On the fourth day, the second child took the initiative to contact Han Fei, and they came to the skyscraper in the Black Rain area together.

"Is there something you need?" Han Fei looked at the second will aggregate. Apart from Han Fei, the second was the ghost in the world who cared most about the maniacal laughter.

"Don't go looking for Zero anymore." Number Two waved his hand. "He sacrificed himself and his dream. His final choice was you. It's all over now. Do you understand?"

Han Fei did not answer, but he knew what Number Two wanted to express.

“The Deep World is vast and boundless. We have only explored a fraction of it. Moreover, I have discovered other Blood Cities within the Deep World. It is not safe here.” Number Two was very rational, cold as a machine, but a barely perceptible pain was hidden in his words: “Healing the Deep World is an extremely difficult task. We will encounter all sorts of obstacles in the future. Sacrifice and death are inevitable.”

"kindness."

“I don’t know how the other blood cities were formed, but this city came into being by merging your and Zero’s shrine memory worlds. You two are the masters of this place.” Number Two didn’t continue, but simply pointed to the beam of light shining down from the shallow world: “You brought light to them, and they are still waiting to follow you, so you’d better not stay here for too long.”

The aggregate of wills disappeared before Han Fei's eyes. After separating from Number Two, Han Fei wandered aimlessly through Blood City.

Rain finally fell in the Black Rain area after a long absence. The raindrops were no longer desperate, but the scene seemed familiar.

Han Fei walked in the rain, feeling out of place in the bustling city, as if something was missing.

Tired from walking, Han Fei sat down on the steps by the roadside. He tried to open the attribute panel again, but still failed.

Then he began to use his innate abilities and was surprised to find that those abilities were still usable.

An idea popped into his mind, and Han Fei skillfully extended his finger, softly chanting, "Summoning the soul."

His heart pounded, his ghostly blood surged, and a gate to the underworld slowly opened before Han Fei.

He gazed at the calm sea of ​​blood, chanted his own name, and recalled everything about the maniacal laughter in his mind.

The sea of ​​blood remained calm, without even a ripple.

Han Fei gazed silently at the sea until, at a certain moment, he suddenly heard a somewhat unfamiliar laugh.

There was no hysteria, nor was there any pain to the point of madness; it was like bumping into a long-lost friend on a bustling street.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he reflected in the sea of ​​blood. The reflection looked exactly like Han Fei, except that he was holding a small black box.

The blood-red sea was like a mirror between two worlds, allowing them to see each other.

"When will you come back?"

"It might take a long time, or we might not go back at all."

Gazing at the smiling reflection, Han Fei seemed to be talking to himself.

Why make this choice? You are clearly a better fit than me.

"If one day, everything I care about disappears, will there still be someone like you who tells me not to be afraid, that I'll be there for you?" The reflection in the sea of ​​blood lifted up the black box: "There is no one in the world who cares about me anymore, but you are different."

"Can you promise me one thing? Don't sink into that sea of ​​blood. Wait for me to come and get you," Han Fei said earnestly.

"Okay, but you have to promise me one thing."

"what's up?"

"Don't be an actor anymore, just be yourself."

"What can I do?"

"At least, stop trying to be some kind of savior."

"Have you ever seen a movie protagonist who, after all this time since the game launched, hasn't even reached level 40?"

"Let me make it clear first, I didn't steal too much of your experience."

The reflection on the sea surface smiled and waved, as if denying something, or as if saying goodbye.

The black box slowly surfaced from the sea. Han Fei stretched out his hand towards the sea of ​​blood, and the reflection in the sea of ​​blood made the same gesture.

Their hands crossed the sea, but Han Fei only grasped the black box.

As he pulled the black box from the sea of ​​blood, its reflection dissipated into the water.

The gates of hell closed, and Han Fei sat on the side of the street looking at the puddle in front of him. The puddle reflected the neon lights built by the players, the blood-red streetlights, and himself.

"I still don't know what's hidden at the deepest part of this black box. Does it represent despair? Or hope? Or does it have no special meaning at all?"

The rain intensified, and before Han Fei could even get up, an umbrella was placed over his head.

“It should be hope, right?” Xu Qin sat next to Han Fei as neighbors emerged from the street corner where they had been hiding. “Because of it, we were able to meet you, so it should represent hope.”

Ghostly figures crowded the long street, and Han Fei's reflection was no longer the only one in the small puddle.

“It seems that’s true.” Han Fei looked at everyone, gazing at the faces etched in his heart: “Only the most desperate people can possess the black box, so the world is still relatively gentle, because it compensates for all hope.”

Standing up, Han Fei took a deep breath and smiled again: "I'm not so easily defeated. I want to take you to farther places and see more scenery."

He stood with his neighbors, holding the black box, his back to the light of the shallow world, and fearlessly walked into the darkness of the deep world.

"Biological file uploaded successfully, memory file uploaded successfully, neural connection successful, initial administrator account reactivated, permission number 0000."

"Perfect Life is a relaxing and healing game that can nourish the soul and soothe the mind. It features heartwarming scenes and everyday life moments. With hope and happiness as its main themes, it aims to bring positive energy to all players."

"Now, you can choose the perfect life that belongs to you."

(End of the book)

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