My Healing Games

Chapter 125 First Job

"This job gives more meaning to my time, allows me to unleash my psychological and physical energy, lets me meet more people and things, lets me accumulate more experience, and lets me realize my own value."

In the dead of night, in a corner of the city shrouded in darkness, Han Fei, with only ten drops of blood left, stood in a gloomy convenience store. He wore a professional smile as he looked at the gaunt and terrifying clerk in front of him.

"I really came here for a job interview."

Their eyes met, and a full minute passed before the gaunt shop assistant seemed to suddenly wake from a dream, and some of his reason returned to his remaining eye.

His cloudy eyes darted around in their sockets. He stopped muttering those terrible, incomprehensible words and instead clearly said a few words: "This shop is not mine. If you want to work here, you need its approval."

"it?"

"Come with me."

The one-eyed clerk walked across the shelves and led Han Fei to the back of the convenience store. He opened a door and gestured for Han Fei to go inside.

A faint light emanated from the room, and although Han Fei was somewhat reluctant, he still went inside.

This door leads to the convenience store's warehouse, which is filled with all sorts of things.

The one-eyed shop assistant was like a puppet; he had no thoughts of his own most of the time, his mind was muddled, and he walked very uncoordinatedly, as if his body might fall apart at any moment.

“It’s right here. If you can find it, it means it agrees to let you stay.” The one-eyed clerk’s eyeballs twitched in their sockets, looking somewhat frightening. “That candle is almost burned out. You’d better hurry.”

After saying that, he left alone, leaving Han Fei locked in the warehouse.

"He's leaving already? He's not lying to me, is he?"

The convenience store warehouse was filled with all sorts of things. Han Fei had no idea what the clerk was asking him to find: "The real owner of this convenience store doesn't seem to be a 'person,' but rather an object. According to the clerk's instructions, I need to find the other party before the candle burns out."

For the other inhabitants of the Deep World, it is very difficult to find something without any clues. They don't even know what it looks like or what it is used for. But Han Fei is different. He is a player, and the system will automatically identify most of the items he touches.

Without wasting any time, Han Fei first grabbed the lit candle on the candlestick.

"A white candle used to commemorate the dead."

The system's description was straightforward: the candle contained yin energy and was a special item, but it wasn't what Han Fei was looking for.

Han Fei quickened his pace as he searched the warehouse, touching each item. As time passed, the candlelight dimmed, and the room became noticeably darker.

The landlord's ring on his finger began to give a warning. Han Fei had a vague feeling that something was wrong. He had thought that this convenience store was like a department store with everything, but when he went deeper into the warehouse, he found that this convenience store was actually a white goods store. The shelves at the back were full of things for the dead.

The scene before him was terrifying, but considering the nature of the game "Perfect Life," Han Fei wasn't too surprised.

Before the candle went out, Han Fei came to the last row of shelves, which was located at the deepest part of the warehouse and was filled with paper figures.

Standing in front of the shelves, Han Fei felt as if he were being stared at by a pair of eyes. He forced himself to touch the paper figures.

The feeling of running your fingers across the paper is strange; each paper figure seems to have a different temperature, as if various souls are contained within their bodies.

As the candlelight flickered and was about to go out, Han Fei felt a sensation he had never experienced before.

He stopped in his tracks, staring blankly at what his fingers had touched. Just as he looked up, the candlelight in the room went out.

"Just now, my fingers clearly touched a paper figure, but the sensation from my fingertips was like touching the skin of a living person; its body was warm."

A sharp pain suddenly shot through Han Fei's wrist. Before he could react, a faint light reappeared in the warehouse, and a new white candle was lit on the candlestick.

This time, Han Fei saw it clearly: a painful ghost face was engraved on the complete white wax, and the white wax in the room seemed to be made from wandering ghosts.

The warehouse door opened, and the one-eyed shop assistant, swaying weakly, took a few steps to Han Fei's side: "It agrees to let you stay."

Han Fei always felt that the one-eyed shop assistant was only there to relay messages, and his mind was in a state of confusion most of the time.

"Let me show you around the store first." The one-eyed clerk's voice was devoid of emotion. He led Han Fei through the warehouse, introducing him to the items in each area: "You need to remember the location of these goods. If the items outside are sold out, you need to restock them in time. If new goods arrive, you are also responsible for inspecting them."

"New goods delivered? Will anyone else be delivering here?"

“Everyone who enters the store is both a customer and a product.” The one-eyed shop assistant paused for a long time before adding, “Most of the time they are customers.”

"Understood." Han Fei nodded.

"You're also responsible for the cleanliness of the store. Many customers make a mess of the store, so you need to ensure that the store is clean and tidy, at least on the surface, so that customers will have the desire to buy." The one-eyed clerk pointed to the labels on the warehouse shelves: "None of the items in the store have prices marked on them, but they all have hidden prices."

What does "hidden price" mean?

"We simply categorize customers who enter the store into seven types based on the strength of their obsession: slightly regretful, very regretful, extremely regretful. Customers with regret are the most ordinary; their body parts are not expensive. Even customers with extreme regret don't fetch very high prices." The one-eyed shop assistant was explaining the value of goods to Han Fei, but to Han Fei, it sounded like he was explaining the power levels of the vengeful spirits in this world.

"The customers who are more valuable than those who are regretful are those who harbor resentment. These resentful customers usually disguise themselves just like the customers who are regretful; they all maintain a human form. But when those resentments encounter danger, they will reveal their true forms; they will transform into all sorts of monsters. The value of a resentment is related to its size, and we categorize them into three types: small, medium, and large."

The one-eyed shop assistant's words reminded Han Fei of Xiao Ba. Xiao Ba usually acted like a harmless child, but when all the victims of the human body puzzle pattern merged together, she would turn into an enormous, blood-red demon.

“Resentment is dangerous, but also very rare. If you encounter a small or medium-sized resentment, you can try to trade with it. If you encounter a large resentment, then you should try to lure it into the warehouse.”

"Senior, didn't you just say you divided customers into seven categories? This is only six categories at most."

"A very small number of resentments will transform into pure hatred. We call this type of customer hatred. If you encounter hatred and are lucky enough to survive, you can go to the warehouse and ask it to tell you what to do."

The prices in this store are very bizarre. All items are priced according to the customer's body parts. For example, the price of one piece of candy at the entrance is equivalent to the eyeball of a customer with regret; while the price of the paper figure at the back of the shelf is equivalent to the head of a small resentful person.

With such a bloody and blatant price tag, it's no wonder they don't dare to write down the prices of their goods directly.

After introducing the customer's value and the goods in the warehouse, the one-eyed clerk asked Han Fei the same question again. To his surprise, Han Fei answered fluently. He had only looked at the product once and remembered the name and location of all the goods.

"Senior, last night I thought I heard a song playing. Was it hatred?" Han Fei only mentioned it briefly before the shop assistant glared at him fiercely.

“Above hatred, there are no customers. That level is called ‘unspeakable.’ If you don’t want to die without knowing why, don’t say these things.” The one-eyed shop assistant began to introduce the shelves outside to Han Fei again. He taught Han Fei how to use the various tools in the store, and then led Han Fei into the staff preparation room.

"This is where we hand over our shifts, and the photos on the wall are of our former colleagues."

After the one-eyed shop assistant finished speaking, Han Fei looked up and saw that the walls were almost covered with photos whose faces had been crossed out with red pen.

"Look here." As Han Fei turned his head, the one-eyed shopkeeper pressed the switch on his camera, and a photo quickly popped up from the old-fashioned camera: "Your photo will be posted here from now on, huh?"

Holding Han Fei's photo, the one-eyed shop assistant's expression changed for the first time.

"what happened?"

"Why can't the camera capture you?" The one-eyed shop assistant handed the photo to Han Fei; there was nothing in the photo.

Han Fei also found it strange. Could it be that this camera could only photograph ghosts?
He glanced at the camera, whose lens concealed a ghost eye.

"Why don't you try again?" This time, Han Fei activated the ghost patterns on his body, allowing the yin energy of the unlucky ghost on the eighth-floor wall to fill his body.

The one-eyed shop assistant took another photo, this time showing a figure, but the figure was somewhat blurry and looked completely different from Han Fei.

"That's settled then." The one-eyed clerk took a palm-sized paper figure from the drawer and then pinned the photo and the paper figure to the wall together. "If anything is lost from the store, you'll have to compensate for it. That's all."

"I want to work as a temporary clerk. How can I leave if something comes up later?" Han Fei asked, mustering his courage.

"Leave?" The one-eyed clerk's eyes darted around, and black lines appeared on his body, piercing his blood vessels and heart. An unimaginable pain suddenly struck him, and he collapsed to the ground, vomiting countless scraps of paper.

It took the one-eyed shop assistant a long time to recover. His mind seemed to have become muddled again, and his only remaining eyeball looked somewhat cloudy: "What did you just ask me?"

“It’s okay. I told him I would work hard and help our boss achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.”

Thank you to the Alliance Leader of Conquering K Deye! Thank you to the Alliance Leader of Immortal Qitian!
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(End of this chapter)