My Healing Games

Chapter 690, Stage Nine

The death video, filmed from the perspective of ghosts and monsters, touched Han Fei's heart.

He saw himself as seen through the eyes of his family, a self that had long been forgotten.

He felt a mix of emotions: touched, embarrassed, happy, and even a touch of bliss—emotions he had never experienced before.

Lying on the paper figure's lap, Han Fei's consciousness entered his mind under the curse. The giant, colorful butterfly stirred up a storm in his mind, wanting nothing more than to tear Han Fei's brain apart and destroy everything in his mind in order to bring out the maze map.

Nightmares are woven from a person’s past memories and despair. The embodiment of the “dream” is driven to the brink of despair by the curse and crashes into the largest crack in the memory barrier with all its rage.

The pain in that instant made Han Fei feel as if his head was being torn apart. He remembered experiencing similar pain before. Long ago, someone opened his skull and put something inside.

The butterfly, branded with a labyrinthine tattoo, is one of the most cherished embodiments of dreams. Its enormous size imbues the entire city with color, and with each flap, countless dream dusts fall, stirring up a storm in the mind.

As the owner of this body, Han Fei offered no resistance to the butterfly's invasion. He intended to use the most evil and dangerous villain as a scalpel to dissect the shackles that fate had placed upon him.

"Should I be able to remember them this time?"

With nowhere to escape, the giant butterfly, adorned with a maze-like tattoo, burrowed into the memory barrier.

Han Fei not only did not stop them, but also had the blood-red paper dolls implant all sorts of curses about memories into their minds. He let the most vicious and terrifying curses follow the butterflies into the deepest part of a person's most precious consciousness.

That place, touching the very core of the soul, holds all the past and feelings, the foundation upon which a person becomes their unique self. Yet Han Fei dared to pour in the curse without hesitation—resolute, ruthless—which also reflected his unconditional trust in the blood-red paper figure.

Unable to see the scene behind the memory barrier, Han Fei only knew that the cracks on the barrier were getting bigger and bigger, and bloody despair was constantly seeping out, staining his mind red.

More and more fragments of memories flowed out along with his blood of despair, and Han Fei saw many fragments of his past life.

What exactly have I been through?

Encountering ghosts and monsters more often than eating a day, after midnight, one is either running for one's life or on the way to running for one's life. Even ghost movies wouldn't dare to film such a life experience, for fear of exhausting the ghosts.

The fragmented memories brought back many things for Han Fei; it seemed that there were four different types of memories deep in his mind.

One type of memory comes from the numb and introverted daytime, another from the exciting and terrifying nighttime, another from impersonating someone else's past, and the last type is a completely blood-red mystery.

"During the day I'm introverted and insecure, at night I'm so crazy that I scare myself. Which one is the real me?"

Butterflies are adept at manipulating people's hearts; their talent lies in weaving a person's despair and memories. In order to escape from Han Fei's mind, it risked its own soul being scattered and gathered together the most desperate and painful memories behind Han Fei's memory barrier.

Its original intention was to unleash all the despair and pain, to completely destroy Han Fei and turn him into a puppet forever trapped in despair. But it didn't know that this was exactly the moment Han Fei was waiting for.

Those memories he least wanted to recall burned like wildfire in his mind, all the painful past turning into flames that scorched Han Fei's soul and threw his will into a sea of ​​fire.

Every nerve was throbbing with pain; Han Fei's consciousness was like a lone boat in a storm, constantly assaulted by despair and agony.

When he was about to give up, the videotape left by the seven ghosts gave him strength.

Family affection, care, friendship, and companionship—emotions he had never experienced before—emerged in his mind as the video footage played out. He realized he wasn't alone; even in his deepest despair, there were people willing to stay with him, never abandoning him.

His closed eyes began to tremble. Han Fei felt the blood-red paper figure gently stroking his head, while the seven ghosts in the video watched him with concern.

A soul on the verge of being torn apart gains the strength to persevere; that warm feeling is called anticipation by some and hope by others.

"I will not disappear! My existence has its own meaning! No matter what this city becomes in the future, at least at this moment, there are people in this city who care about me. Even for the sake of those who miss me, I will not choose to give up!"

Han Fei's head was about to be torn apart, but his soul was roaring. He had never been so certain of his own feelings.

“I have my own family, my own friends, and the people I love. They are the ones who made me unique in this world, and no one can replace me!”

Countless memories were crushed by despair. Beneath the crimson sea of ​​memories lies a completely sealed-off, blood-red orphanage!

The butterfly gathered all the negative things in Han Fei's mind, but it still couldn't shake the orphanage behind the memory barrier. With nowhere else to turn, it finally chose to stimulate Han Fei to the maximum extent, amplifying all the negative emotions and crashing into the orphanage deep in the sea of ​​blood.

Butterfly had already seen through it all: the foundation of Han Fei's memories was that orphanage, and only by destroying that place could Han Fei be truly destroyed.

The rust on the gate began to peel off, and the butterfly, recklessly flapping its wings, stirred up a storm of negative memories, showering the orphanage with all of Han Fei's experiences in the darkness.

The orphanage gates, which had been tightly closed, were opened at this moment!
The death knell tolled, a torrent of blood gushed from the orphanage, and the laughter of thirty-one children echoed at the same time.

The butterfly flapped its wings, trying to escape, but it was too late.

Deep within Han Fei's memory lies a sea of ​​blood. Butterfly always believed that the orphanage was hidden within a sea of ​​blood, but the truth is that the orphanage contained a sea of ​​blood and endless blood debts, which stained Han Fei's mind red!

The person who was originally locked up in the Blood Orphanage is gone. Where he once stood, there is a fragment of a butterfly wing.

Sensing the presence of its own kind, the giant butterfly was truly frightened. Being able to read others' memories, it witnessed the entire process of the butterfly being crushed to death.

The madman, who should have been locked up in the Blood Orphanage, found a way to escape amidst Han Fei's constant deaths and comas by crushing that butterfly.

Most of his personality remains hidden somewhere in the Crimson Orphanage, but a small part of his consciousness has escaped from the orphanage.

Memories of bloodshed and slaughter overwhelmed the butterfly, and a massive crimson wave crashed against the barrier of memory.

The sea of ​​blood in the orphanage was released, and the barrier that sealed Han Fei's memories began to crumble, with a large number of memory fragments flowing out through the cracks.

The children's laughter echoed in his mind. Han Fei saw the faces of thirty-one children and the inhumane treatment they had suffered. And those thirty-one children were just the tip of the iceberg; each of them was selected from many more innocent children.

There were too many children, and most of them succumbed to endless suffering. Only one child survived by virtue of his unique personality, which allowed him to heal himself.

A personality that had been judged to have no aggressive tendencies picked up a knife in despair on the last night of the experiment. Before he went completely insane, he personally helped all the children end their pain and despair.

A blood-red night enveloped everything. Protected by the curse in the center, Han Fei looked at the fragments of memory deep in his mind, accepting his past in this form.

On this day, after their memories have been completely erased, two separated personalities begin to devour each other again, each wanting to become their true selves.

"Which one am I? Which one is the real me!"

The blood-red memories that flooded the orphanage overwhelmed everything, covering Han Fei's original experiences and crushing that colorful butterfly.

The dreamlike wings vanished like bubbles, and the enormous amusement park maze tattoo scattered across Han Fei's mind. The core of that maze map tattoo was located precisely in the deepest part of Han Fei's mind.

That place, beyond the reach of even consciousness, seems to conceal a black box. No one knows why it's there, nor what's inside, but it seems to hold the answer to the maze.

"Han Fei! Han Fei!"

Calls rang in his ears, only to be quickly drowned out by the children's laughter. Han Fei struggled to maintain his consciousness, trying not to merge into the sea of ​​blood. He tried his best to distinguish the voices that were trying to keep him, like an incredibly stubborn child trying to retrieve bright pearls from a storm.

His life was once stained with blood, but now there are people he cares about and can't bear to part with.

"Han Fei! I remember you! You're a player just like us!" A strange man's voice kept ringing in my ears: "Wake up! F is temporarily held back. Rose asked me to secretly tell you that this is just a game! We're in 'Perfect Life'! You're the best actor, and your name is Han Fei!"

The other party connected Han Fei's memories in reality, linking all the cracks in the barrier that sealed his memories together. With a cracking sound, Han Fei felt the lock in his mind being opened, and a surging tide of emotions, carrying most of Han Fei's memories, rushed over the memory barrier and flooded Han Fei's mind!
"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully reached stage nine! Only one stage remains!"

Deep within the maze, a cold voice emanated from near the black box, but Han Fei no longer had the energy to pay attention to it.

His consciousness floated in the sea of ​​blood, and countless fragments of memories flooded into his mind. Some of them were his own, and some he had no recollection of at all. What made him even more uneasy was that the person who escaped from the orphanage had taken some of his memories with him!
"I saw it, it was me, the me with the healing personality."

A healing personality can heal all other personalities, but cannot completely heal itself.

The bright spots in his memory protected Han Fei's consciousness. Besides despair and pain, there were also many touching moments and joys in his mind. It was those things that supported him, allowing him to always have hope and always move forward.

"So he had been alone in the sea of ​​blood all along..."

Han Fei was different from the person who escaped from the orphanage. No matter how turbulent the sea of ​​blood was, the beautiful memories in his mind always protected him until he adapted to everything.

"It turns out I'm no longer alone..."

The curse dragged Han Fei's will outward, and as his consciousness left his mind, Han Fei opened his eyes.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with madness, but this madness was different from the hysterical laughter; it was quiet, fiery, and full of resilience, like a furnace in the dead of winter, spewing molten iron from a frozen cave.

"I remembered!"

(End of this chapter)