My Healing Games

Chapter 696 D-Rank Exclusive Butcher's Knife
On the building piled with corpses, just before all the wandering souls went berserk, Han Fei and countless others reached their hands toward the mirror.

Those who hold fast to their beliefs in this world are not alone. They will find others who share the same ideals, supporting and redeeming each other, holding up torches for one another, and steadfastly walking towards the end of the darkness.

The dazzling blade flashed through countless eyes that had already turned into zombies, illuminating their nightmares.

When the light was faint, all the reanimated souls were filled with rage. Accustomed to the darkness, they could not tolerate the light and felt that it was the one that was truly guilty.

But as more and more humanity was infused into the blade, the corpses embedded in the walls and hidden in the shadows dared not make any rash moves, because the light could no longer be easily concealed.

"Fu Sheng!"

Han Fei is a cold and rational person, but sometimes he is more naive than most people in the world. For example, right now, he would rather risk being crushed by countless evil thoughts than stand on the corpse pit and rescue the real Fu Sheng.

The light pierced the mirror's surface, but the smiling faces that made up the mirror did not stop it. The blade easily fell into the mirror, bringing hope to Fu Sheng, who was trapped behind it.

From Fu Sheng's perspective, his surroundings were originally pitch black, with no light or sound able to penetrate, but now everything is different.

A familiar voice came from the phone that I never let go of, and a ray of light shone into the eternal darkness.

Subconsciously reaching out, Fu Sheng caught that ray of light.

Warm, reassuring, and generous—he didn't know how to describe the feeling that light gave him.

The mirror was attacked, and all the corpses accelerated their transformation into zombies. Patients and doctors all turned into monsters. They broke free from the shackles of death and charged at Han Fei with full of anger and resentment.

Rotten arms gripped Han Fei's body, the creaking of dislocated bones and the roar of the zombie monster were transmitted to the young man's ears through the phone. He couldn't see what was happening outside the mirror; he could only see the light in front of him still in place, which had not disappeared no matter how terrifying or difficult things were.

"are you OK?"

"It's alright, I'll find a way to get you out."

"Actually, I'm doing quite well here on my own, so don't worry."

"Just like you, I've come this far step by step. If there's anyone in this world who can understand you, it's me. So you can rely on me without any reservations."

The aura of a curse emanated from his body, and the rotting corpse bit into Han Fei's body, leaving a row of festering wounds on Han Fei's shoulder. The rotting corpse, however, was poisoned by the soul and fell from the high platform, shattering into pieces and never being able to get up again.

The young man in the mirror could hear the sounds outside. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to look back into the darkness.

"It might be a better choice to merge with the blade and become part of the light than to be imprisoned in darkness forever."

Han Fei outside the mirror was still trying to figure out how to break the mirror, but the young man inside the mirror took the initiative to walk towards the blade and let the beam of light pierce through his chest!
With his hands pressed against the mirror, the young man looked into the darkness before him. He knew that the person he was waiting for was right in front of him, in a future he could not see.

Han Fei, who was holding the knife in both hands, did not expect the young man to do such a thing. He wanted to turn Fu Sheng into a ghost mark, but that was for the memory fragments of Fu Sheng who had killed him ninety-nine times, not for the child he had personally saved.

"I've never properly thanked you before, and I don't want to cause you any more trouble."

The young man's remnant soul was dissolving. He grasped the hands that had saved him, but could not find a way out of the darkness, so he chose to stand with them.

If you can't light up others, then be a bundle of firewood and become part of the fire.

Han Fei patted the mirror, but it was too late when he tried to retract the Rebirth Blade.

Fu Sheng's remnant soul's heart was pierced by the Rebirth Blade, and he incorporated the remaining beautiful memories of his life into the Rebirth Blade.

“My past was a period of despair, but these beautiful memories came to me because of you. Now I want to return them to you. I hope you won’t refuse my kindness. This is the only thing I can do for you.”

Redemption is mutual. Fu Sheng's remnant soul could not escape the mirror, so he came up with this method.

As Han Fei forcefully pulled his sword outward, the mirror, composed of beautiful memories of humanity, rippled, and the calm water became turbulent.

Memories that leave a lasting impression can be as simple and beautiful as they are as passionate and inspiring as they are. When people are touched by these memories, they can unleash a power that is hard to comprehend.

The right path is always difficult to follow, but even so, countless ordinary people still strive towards it.

The integration of Fu Sheng's remnant soul made the light on the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade even more dazzling, and the memories that had been watching over him on the mirror surface also surged toward Rebirth along with him.

Han Fei gripped the hilt of the knife, and as the Rebirth Blade was slowly pulled outwards, cracks appeared all over the mirror. The smiling faces seemed to be drawn by something, and with their last bit of goodwill and perseverance, they followed Fu Sheng into the executioner's blade.

"Oh!"

The mirror shattered, and the Rebirth Blade in Han Fei's hand became different from before, with something vaguely appearing on the hilt.

"Fu Sheng?"

Han Fei never expected that the remnant soul of Fu Sheng, imprisoned in the mirror, would enter the Rebirth Blade. That child was originally a kind and gentle person, and he was the only one in the entire city who silently took care of the lonely ghosts.

Looking at the blade, Han Fei's gaze was more complex than ever since he entered the world of memories in the shrine.

In another shrine of Fu Sheng's memories, he changed Fu Sheng's fate, and at that moment, he also changed his own fate.

If Fu Sheng hadn't heard his voice, the mirror wouldn't have been broken; if Han Fei hadn't recovered most of his memories, he wouldn't have been able to recall the number he left for Fu Sheng.

Ninety-nine deaths allowed Han Fei to find a path. He still couldn't guarantee that he could make it to the end, but at least he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

As Han Fei raised the Rebirth Knife, the doctors and patients who had been holding him loosened their grip. For a moment, they seemed to see the person they once wanted to become.

A series of figures stood behind Han Fei. He was always alone, but he was never alone.

"The mirror contains Fu Sheng's beautiful fantasies, and the remnant soul is the personality that the dream peeled off from Fu Sheng." Seeing that there was no danger, Yan Le grabbed his head, stopped, and began to hurry back.

She was the first to escape and the first to return; she was very good at "judging the situation".

“Fu Sheng must have completely abandoned the good things in his heart here and made up his mind to enter the paradise. Didn’t that blond student say that a teacher saw Fu Sheng stitching a ghost into his body in the hospital?” Yan Le’s mother didn’t expect Han Fei to survive under such circumstances. She was somewhat afraid of the butcher’s knife in Han Fei’s hand and had no other bad intentions this time.

Han Fei had encountered similar things in other memory shrines. The earliest one was the Mirror God. In an underground black clinic, the Mirror God, whose internal organs had been removed, lost his kindness and all his beautiful fantasies, and opened his arms to embrace the darkness.

This time, Han Fei encountered the same situation again. Meng collected the beautiful humanity that Fu Sheng had lost and used it as the shell for his resurrection, but he did not expect to meet Han Fei.

“I clearly changed Fu Sheng’s fate, but he still chose the same path. Is he telling me that the future is already predetermined?”

Han Fei's gaze was fixed on the bright blade. This blade held special significance for him. Instead of absorbing the wronged souls of those who had been slain, the blade had preserved all those who were willing to believe in him.

The "goods" in the flesh and blood factory of Animal Alley, the old ghost in the dead building carrying the bloodline death curse, and the beautiful personality left behind by Fu Sheng on the road of life.

"Rebirth..."

As Han Fei remained silent, the sharp edge of his humanity slowly faded, and a cold voice echoed deep within his mind.

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully obtained the D-grade exclusive execution weapon - Rebirth!"

(End of this chapter)