My Healing Games

Chapter 393 Promotion by Two Ranks
Han Fei fulfilled the wishes of the three souls, and after a long night, everyone saw the dawn. This would be a brand new beginning.

Encouraged by his family, Lao Gui's grandson straightened his back, crying and gritting his teeth as he tried to become the person his family hoped he would be.

Before Laisheng's parents had fully recovered, the child clung to their side, following them wherever they went, running after them.

Firefly also met the group members he had helped, but he never expected that their first offline meeting would be so bizarre.

Previously, the group members relied on him; in the deeper world, he was protected by them.

Everyone found a way out, and the souls that Han Fei had attached to them were slowly fading away.

"The wardrobe in room 4444 has been destroyed, and the passage left by the butterflies is unusable. How do I send them back? Should I use the Resurrection talent?"

There was no better solution at the moment, and Han Fei wanted to give them more time.

After eating the food Xu Qin brought, Han Fei's health returned to within a safe range, but he still couldn't move his hands and feet vigorously. This time, he was seriously injured, and his face was almost disfigured.

"I'm fine. Let's go help Xiao Ba calm down first." Butterfly's consciousness dissipated, but traces of its existence were still scattered throughout the dead building. Xiao Ba and Zhuang Wen, who had gone mad, had already reduced Butterfly to ashes, but they still couldn't let go and were destroying the entire building.

In order to avoid being buried alive, the residents of Happiness Community and the spider were all trying their best to stop the two of them.

After a long time, Xiao Ba finally emerged from his madness. The huge red phantom collapsed with a crash, leaving only eight broken and lonely souls in the ruins.

"The previous building manager instructed Wei Youfu not to leave Xingfu Community unless absolutely necessary." Han Fei looked at the eight unconscious figures with a gentle gaze, as if he were looking at his own family: "A person who doesn't even have friends in reality has actually met his true family in the deeper world."

Thinking of his family, Han Fei got up and looked into the distance. He searched for a long time in the ruins and finally saw Zhuang Ren's eldest daughter, Zhuang Qing, in a corner.

Curled up and clutching a broken statue, Zhuang Qing's death curse had been lifted, and her memories were slowly returning.

Supported by Xu Qin, Han Fei walked to Zhuang Qing's side: "Where are your mother and sister?"

Raising her head in confusion, Zhuang Qing glanced at Han Fei and said in a hoarse voice, "They were tortured to the point of their souls being scattered by the butterflies not long after they entered the Death Tower."

Clenching the fragments of the paper figure on the ground, blue veins bulged on the back of her hand. Zhuang Qing seemed utterly despondent: "The butterfly wanted to use us to summon souls. At first, it used my sister's soul to threaten me and my mother, and later it used my mother and sister to threaten me. That beast only cares about things that are useful to it. I'm the only one left behind."

Zhuang Qing's eyes were vacant, her last remaining attachment began to waver; she no longer had any lingering affection for this world.
"Are you all alone now?" Han Fei gently shook his head. "Do you still have any wishes? Perhaps I can help you fulfill them."

“Wish?” Zhuang Qing seemed to have lost faith in everything. Her world collapsed completely when her memories returned. Now she only had one last obsession left: “I haven’t seen my father for a long time. All I remember about him is regret. The accident happened very suddenly back then. I remember it very clearly. I even had an argument with him that morning.”

Do you want to see him?

“Butterfly has always wanted us to summon his soul into the Death Tower, but we’ve never succeeded. I know the steps for summoning a soul; it can only succeed if both parties miss each other. Perhaps my father doesn’t miss us. During the time of the incident, he was embroiled in a scandal. People said he slept with an actress during an audition. I guess he’s remarried now.” Zhuang Qing held the cracked statue in her arms, her expression forlorn and lonely.

"The summoning of the spirits failed not because he didn't miss you, but for other reasons."

"You don't have to comfort me."

“I’m telling the truth. Your father left his old circle, lost his job, and even became a madman in other people’s eyes in order to find you.” Han Fei decided to fulfill his promise to Zhuang Ren. He walked to a relatively intact house next door: “Let him come and tell you himself.”

After closing the door, Han Fei whispered two words inside the room: "Summon the soul!"

The attribute panel, like a blood-red gate to hell, slowly opened, and a red and white "little fish" struggled in the sea of ​​blood. It dodged one ghost face after another, and finally leaped out of the sea with all its might.

The gates of hell closed, and Zhuang Ren knelt on the floor, staring at Han Fei in shock.

"Han Fei?"

"Your daughter is outside this door."

As soon as Han Fei finished speaking, Zhuang Ren got up from the ground and tried to push open the door in front of him.

The stairwell outside was filled with shattered flesh and hideous monsters. Zhuang Ren was so frightened that he fell to the ground, but his eyes then fell on Zhuang Qing in the corner.

With trembling lips, Zhuang Ren, who was so afraid he could barely stand, groped his way up from the wall.

He rushed through the ghosts and monsters towards his daughter.

Compared to many years ago, Zhuang Ren's hair has turned completely white, his skin is loose and sagging, and his face is full of wrinkles. He used to be tall and a bit overweight, but now he has become a thin old man.

His appearance has changed a lot, but his eyes are still the same as before.

Zhuang Qing had endured so much pain in the Death Tower that she thought she was completely numb, but when she saw her father rushing towards her like that, tears still involuntarily streamed down her face.

Han Fei did not want to disturb Zhuang Ren, but as Zhuang Ren approached Zhuang Qing, the last remaining statue suddenly burst forth with bloody light.

It was because that statue was protecting Zhuang Qing that she was not eaten by the butterflies and survived by sheer luck.

But now the statue seemed to sense something, and it shattered the moment Zhuang Ren touched Zhuang Qing, the blood-red light from the statue enveloping Zhuang Ren.

He fell to the ground in agony, clutching his head and screaming. His eyes were filled with bloodshot figures, as if a part of his memory that did not belong to him had been activated.

The ghosts in the dead building, worried that the butterfly would be resurrected, all surrounded it. Han Fei, fearing that Zhuang Ren would be scared to death if he opened his eyes, quickly squeezed into the middle of the crowd.

"Stay calm! Your daughter is right beside you! You've finally seen her! Don't lose yourself!"

Han Fei shouted loudly, but it was no use until Zhuang Qing stood up and hugged her thin and old father.

Zhuang Ren, who was almost out of control, slowly regained his senses with his family by his side. He pressed his hands against his head, as if he wanted to crack open his skull.

Han Fei was now filled with lingering fear. If he had used the Soul Summoning Technique to summon Zhuang Ren directly in room 4144, he probably would have been immediately affected.

After a long while, Zhuang Ren finally spoke, his eyes filled with terror, stammering, "I have some fragmented images in my mind, but they are not things I experienced!"

"What did you see?"

Zhuang Ren's mind had been tampered with by the chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals, and a sea of ​​blood was hidden within it. The statue seemed to resonate with that sea of ​​blood.

"I saw a huge monster crawl out of a black cocoon, its body covered in malice, fighting with a man. They were both severely injured in the end, leaving behind two broken shrines." Zhuang Ren was just recounting the fragments he had seen in his mind; he didn't know how much of an impact these words had on Han Fei.

"The monster crawled out of the black cocoon?" Han Fei had been to the bottom floor of the Death Tower. He knew that all the deathly aura in the entire Death Tower emanated from the giant cocoon. In other words, the ability to resist the unspeakable deathly aura came from the giant cocoon.

The shed shell alone can withstand the song, and although the song is severely damaged, it is still an ineffable existence. From this, we can infer that the butterfly that flies out of the giant cocoon must also be ineffable.

"What else did you see?" Han Fei's voice already carried a hint of coldness.

"The man who was fighting the monster told it that all its struggles were in vain, and that it was destined to disappear into nightmares in the most miserable way."

"Die in a nightmare? And then what?"

"That's it. The monster eventually escaped into a city completely shrouded in darkness. The man didn't go deep inside, only saying that he would one day destroy it completely."

The memories Zhuang Ren saw did not belong to him; he was merely a pawn left behind by the Fu brothers, perhaps also one of their escape routes.

Upon hearing Zhuang Ren's words, Han Fei frowned, his gaze slowly shifting to the security guard, the courtesan, and the madman in room 1144.

"The butterfly we killed always wanted to create another version of itself. To achieve this goal, it did many crazy things. But why did it want to create other butterflies?"

"Paying such a high price just to avoid being alone?"

"A butterfly wouldn't do something so pointless. The fact that it created another version of itself means it wants that new butterfly to die in its place and take the place of the one destined for the nightmare."

Han Fei recalled the countless remnant souls of children hanging on the giant black cocoon, and silently recited the words from the Night of Return quest prompt: "Falling into the abyss of nightmares, nightmares and demons stared at me without saying a word. They wondered why I didn't struggle and ask for help. I wondered why they would ask such a question?"

"Is it possible that not every child in this world is like me? Confined to a cocoon from birth, only to eventually grow wings?"

The nightmare valley mentioned in the hint is the giant black cocoon. The giant cocoon already existed before the butterfly that Han Fei killed became a butterfly!

"Whether we killed a real butterfly or not, at least this guy has been punished. Now we need to prepare ourselves, improve our strength, and next time I will personally cut off its wings."

Standing inside the dead building, Han Fei looked out at the city shrouded in darkness in the distance. Countless terrifying and unspeakable secrets were hidden within the boundless darkness.

The reunion was short-lived, mainly because dawn was approaching on Earth.

Although Laisheng's parents were very reluctant to see their child leave, they knew they had to send him off.

As the soul hunters within the Dead Building, they are the butterfly's puppets, completely obeying the butterfly's commands, and thus learning many of the butterfly's secrets.

The couple carried the exhausted Laisheng to Han Fei's side, gesturing for Han Fei to follow them to the underground of the Death Tower.

Following the exposed blood vessels inside the Dead Building, Han Fei and his companions arrived at the deepest part of the Dead Building, led by the Soul Chaser.

As the shrine was destroyed and its heart was devoured, the giant cocoon began to break apart.

The flowers that had filled the pits had long since withered and died, revealing an altar filled with "offerings," almost entirely composed of photos of children.

The withered bloodstains fell around the child's photo, a sight that was incredibly distressing to behold.

After the butterfly's consciousness dissipated, not only Laisheng's parents, but also other soul seekers seemed to have wandered here. They looked at the children in the photos with complex emotions in their eyes.

"These photos seem to be filled with the hatred of butterflies."

Han Fei placed all the photos he had collected on the altar and observed them closely. He found that the children in the photos seemed to be still alive. They would occasionally wink at Han Fei, as if they were saying something.

As dawn approached, one by one, the soul hunters leaped into the deep pit. The bloodstains on their clothes slowly faded, and the children's portraits gradually regained their color.

"Leave, and never come back."

The body of the soul hunter merged with the hatred of the butterfly in the photo, as if it were a key that unlocked the shackles on the altar.

Children who have acquired color begin to break free from the constraints of photographs; when they break free of the photographs, their souls still carry a glimmer of light.

Those young, innocent souls were like fireflies, rising in the darkness and gathering into a faint glow.

The nightmares of countless children have gathered beneath the Dead Building, and those faint glimmers of light connect the underground of the Dead Building with the sky of the deeper world.

"This is a dream. When you wake up, you must live your life well."

Laisheng's parents pushed him into the center of the altar. His small body rose with the light screen, and a faint light emanated from his mind and flew into Han Fei's body next to him.

Next is the grandson of Firefly and Old Ghost. Those who have been summoned to the underworld must return before dawn. This is the final step of the Night of Return of the Souls.

Their remnant souls, summoned along with the souls of countless children, ascended as if to go to where they were meant to go.

The three souls and three spirits returned to Han Fei's body. After they entered Han Fei's mind, the originally blood-red ocean of memories slowly returned to normal, and the blood-red orphanage was once again suppressed deep in his mind.

The system exit button finally lit up, and Han Fei, freed from the special state, breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, this unexpected incident also served as a wake-up call for him. He had previously thought that the split soul was the reason he couldn't leave the game, but upon closer reflection, that wasn't the case.

Even when his first soul was extracted, he could still exit the game. It wasn't until Han Fei, the Maniac, was activated that the system notified him that he was in a special state and could not exit the game.

"When the Crimson Orphanage appeared in my mind, the system seemed to prevent me from leaving. Is it worried about something?"

As his memories gradually returned, after his three souls were completely integrated with Han Fei, he heard the system's notification sound.

"Attention Player 0000! You have successfully completed the E-rank main quest – Night of Return! You have received double experience! You have also received the basic reward of +5 free skill points! You have received the basic title reward – The Undying!"

"Undead (Unique Exclusive E-Rank Title): The first player to clear the Death Tower will receive the Undead's Praise! Mental Threshold cap increased by 20! Brainpower increased by 1! Stamina increased by 1! Maximum Health increased by 20!"

"Attention Player 0000! You have collected all your lost soul fragments in the Dead Tower, rescued the souls summoned into the Dead Tower, disrupted the summoning ritual, and successfully killed the butterfly! You have completed the main quest to the highest standard. Congratulations on receiving an additional reward!"

"Curse (E-level active offensive ability): Having killed the manager of the Dead Building, you have become the most terrifying curse in the Dead Building! Your words contain a curse, and your voice can affect all listeners. You can use it five times a day. The stronger the listener, the weaker the curse's effect."

"Attention, player number 0000! Your weapon—Rebirth—has absorbed a large amount of soul power, and it has become even sharper and more powerful!"

"Attention player number 0000! You have slaughtered a large number of resentful spirits, killed butterflies, and obtained killing experience points as a reward!"

"Experience points calculated, you have successfully leveled up to level 14! One free attribute point added!"

"Experience points calculated, you have successfully leveled up to level 15! One free attribute point added!"

The system notifications kept ringing. Han Fei looked at the changing attribute panel, but he was more curious about how many people the Evil Soul had killed.

You should know that killing vengeful spirits in the Deep World doesn't give you much experience; you mainly have to do quests. But the number of vengeful spirits that Evil Soul killed in just one night was so many that the system gave it a special notification, which is simply unbelievable.

(End of this chapter)