My Healing Games

Chapter 730 Living Like a Villainous Boss

Even now, Han Fei still remembers the mission information he heard before entering the shrine's memory world.

The requirements for this D-level shrine inheritance quest were very low—no more than one hundred deaths, but he had already died ninety-nine times before, and this was his last life.

“Once my consciousness is completely merged with the first demon, I will cease to exist.” Han Fei was very clear-headed. He knew that he had reached the most critical moment. The next few minutes would be the last time he stayed in this world of memories in the shrine.

"The first thing to destroy is the dream! Drive that unspeakable will from Fu Sheng's shrine!"

The enormous body that had grown alongside the amusement park slowly sat up. The entire city was swept up in a wave of despair. Han Fei paid no attention to the gazes of the onlookers. He manipulated the corpse's arm and reached out to grab the flesh of its abdomen.

With sharp fingers piercing into his flesh, Han Fei tore off the piece of skin covered in butterfly stains, and to everyone's astonishment, he ripped it off completely!
The crazy crowd in the park was stunned. No one expected that the first demon, who was rumored to be the source of the disaster, would do self-harm as the first thing after waking up.

Pain surged into his mind, countless desperate souls roared to the sky, the entire night sky trembled, and all the ghosts and monsters related to the deep world roared along with Han Fei.

The skin where the stain was located had been torn off, but the traces left by the dream had not been completely erased. Those black, unknown substances seeped into the internal organs, where a huge cocoon was hidden in the middle of the internal organs.

The cocoon was etched with a rather androgynous face, handsome yet eerie, indistinguishable in gender, but simply beautiful, as if a single glance would transport you into a dream.

A beautiful face, branded on an ugly and disgusting cocoon, looks like a beautiful human head growing on the insect's body; it seems like a monster crawling out of a nightmare.

After the cocoon was exposed, all the believers carrying the offerings went mad. They charged forward with the offerings, willing to give their lives to get one step closer to their god.

As fate would have it, Han Fei, upon seeing the cocoon hidden inside the corpse's internal organs, immediately grabbed at his own lower abdomen.

"Are you sure you want to choose this path?" A faint voice entered Han Fei's mind. The voice came from inside the corpse and seemed to be coming from a cocoon.

"Destroying you has nothing to do with which path I choose." Han Fei's eyes were firm: "No matter what path I choose, I will destroy you. Even if one day I fall into the deep world and become the biggest villain in the world, I will still kill you first."

Meng had committed far too many heinous acts. All the resurrection rituals and human sacrifices in the city originated from it. In order to complete its plan, that monster had directly and indirectly killed countless people, and all of them died when they were driven to the deepest despair, suffering unimaginable physical and mental torture before their deaths.

In Han Fei's view, this pure malice must be eliminated as soon as possible.

"You'll regret this." The human face on the cocoon twitched slightly, as if struggling to open its eyes and be born prematurely.

“Fu Sheng and I have made many different choices, but we’ve reached a consensus on how to deal with you: you must die!”

Han Fei manipulated the corpse's arm and grabbed the cocoon.

He didn't know how long the cocoon had been inside the corpse. The numerous tentacles and blood vessels that had grown from the surface of the cocoon had all burrowed into the corpse's internal organs. Destroying it would require the corpse to pay a very high price.

"You can coexist with me! Why must we perish together? All your despair comes from reality. You were abandoned by them, isolated by them, and forgotten by them in a small room! Don't you remember how miserable you were back then? You've even forgotten how to smile!"

"You risked your life, gave everything, just to save them? To save those who wanted to kill you?"

"Their occasional kindness towards you is merely because you can bring them benefits; in reality, no one truly cares about you!"

Han Fei ignored the sounds coming from inside the cocoon. He grabbed the cocoon in his abdomen with both hands, broke off the tentacles and blood vessels, and used his blood-stained hands to slowly pull the cocoon out of his stomach!
"You'll regret this! They'll definitely abandon you! You'll see it soon enough! Once you leave the shrine's memory world, you'll witness their incredibly selfish and terrifying side! You'll save them, but they'll kill you with their own hands!"

The voice inside the cocoon became shrill, as if it were stating a fact rather than merely intimidating Han Fei.

"I have plunged many people into despair and destroyed countless happiness and fulfillment, but don't forget, I was just exploiting the emotions that already existed in their hearts. If they were not completely despicable, selfish, and cruel, how could I have succeeded so easily?"

Han Fei ignored everything the cocoon said. He took the cocoon out, and underneath the huge cocoon were the corpse's internal organs and blood vessels, with parts of the two parts fused together.

"You can choose another path!"

The cocoon seemed to know it was about to be destroyed; its shell rapidly changed, and it began to unabashedly suck the blood from the corpse.

Those believers carrying the offerings were themselves part of the offerings. When they approached the corpse, their bodies and the offerings exploded into a bloody mist, and blood-red butterflies flew out from their bodies.

With the help of the blood-red butterfly swarm, the cocoon frantically sucked the blood from the corpse, but unfortunately, Han Fei was even more frenzied.

With both hands pulling upwards, Han Fei didn't consider the consequences at all, forcibly severing the blood vessels and internal organs connecting the cocoon and the corpse.

Black blood was spilled all over the park, and the human faces on the cocoons emitted piercing screams.

"I know your name, and soon you will be abandoned by them! Just like Fu Sheng before! Becoming a sinner!" The surface of the cocoon cracked, and the thing inside seemed to be preparing to force its way out.

Han Fei had to face many enemies at this time, but in his eyes, eliminating Meng was the highest priority.

Manipulating the corpse to hold down the cocoon, Han Fei pierced his fingers into it, raised his arms high as if lifting a scarlet moon, and then slammed the cocoon hard into the ground.

Countless butterflies flew in from all directions to stop him, and Han Fei also realized that he couldn't hurt the thing inside the cocoon; he needed to pierce the cocoon.

Han Fei grabbed the broken butcher's knife from his heart with his backhand. As he prepared to pull it out, all the staff in the park began to stop him at all costs. The butcher's knife seemed to be the key to sealing the corpse.

His consciousness rapidly merged with the corpse, and Han Fei let out a desperate roar as the butcher's knife was pulled out inch by inch from his chest.

The dead heart began to beat again, and the blood from the body flowed into the earth. The paradise nourished by the corpses was like a monster out of control, beginning to devour the entire city.

Han Fei himself sensed that something was wrong. If he could hold on for a few minutes before, now the time left for him could be counted in seconds.

"It's over, the First Demon has fully awakened!"

As eternal night descends, the city is swallowed by darkness, and despair, like a torrential downpour, engulfs the entire city.

At this moment, the corpse controlled by Han Fei was the source of despair. Everyone looked at him as if he were the final villain. Few people could imagine that Han Fei drew his butcher's knife to pierce the cocoon.

The roar was like thunder, echoing throughout the world of the shrine's memory. As a streak of blood-red lightning slid down, Han Fei pulled the butcher's knife from his heart!
An unimaginable vitality surged from the heart, awakening the despair that had accumulated within the corpse for countless years, and the corpse began to show new changes.

Han Fei paid no attention to any of this; his only target was the cocoon.

"Han Fei!" A powerful consciousness far exceeding hatred emanated from the cocoon. It uttered only two words, and Han Fei's will, fused with the corpse, was almost torn apart.

If he hadn't been hiding in the corpse's mind, a single sentence from the other party could have killed him.

"Since I cannot know Fu Sheng's last hidden secret, then you can forget about inheriting his last shrine!" The human face on the cocoon twisted and deformed: "There is a passage to the outside world hidden in the paradise of the deep world. When the shrine explodes, that passage will be opened. I will make you a true sinner! I will make you the target of thousands of people's accusations and curses!"

"Does the unspeakable only threaten people?"

Han Fei plunged the broken butcher's knife into the cocoon without a second's hesitation.

When dealing with things that are unspeakable, you must never give them a chance.

The broken cleaver easily pierced through the cocoon, cutting through the monster that was gestating within.

A scream rang out, and all the blood-red butterflies that were fluttering in the air fell to the ground.

As the cocoon shattered, a man who looked exactly like Fu fell out, his heart pierced and his body covered in butterfly patterns.

Han Fei roughly understood Meng's plan. It wanted to use the impression it left in Fu Sheng's consciousness to create another Fu Sheng in Fu Sheng's memory shrine, and let its lingering will devour Fu Sheng's memory fragments to become the new master of the shrine.

The dream's true form was thousands of miles away, yet it could accomplish all this with just a wisp of its will, which was undeniably terrifying. However, it probably never expected that Han Fei, Fu Sheng's successor and only at level twenty-one, would actually arrive in the Paradise and begin the shrine inheritance mission, completely disrupting its plans.

You should know that when Fu Sheng was struggling in the deep world, he had only just left the first building at level nineteen.

The gap was so large that it was beyond words and incomprehensible. Meng later found a reason for itself: it discovered that Han Fei and Fu Sheng had chosen different paths, so it subconsciously thought that Han Fei had chosen to help the deeper world, which greatly reduced the difficulty and allowed him to enter Paradise at level 21.

It was precisely because of this preconceived notion that Meng ended up getting herself into serious trouble.

Faced with Meng's screams, Han Fei responded in a very Han Fei-like manner. He chopped Meng's cocoon and the monster inside into pieces with one slash after another. Not only that, he also wanted to call out to the Great Evil, so that it would devour Meng's lingering resentment.

The existence of the Great Evil was something even a dream could not have foreseen. Part of the reason it wanted Han Fei to fall into the deeper world lay with the Great Evil. It had woven countless dream cocoons, but never had an existence as unique as the Great Evil.

However, in this situation, the Great Evil has become the thing that Dream least wants to see. It is really afraid that the Great Evil, which likes to destroy the shrine, will come and bite it.

The plan failed completely, and the prosthetic body that Fu Sheng had painstakingly cultivated turned into a pulp. Meng had never hated anyone so much.

"Then let Fu Sheng's secret be buried forever."

The dream seemed to have made a decision; the butterfly pattern on the cocoon spread like poisonous scars on the corpse, then seeped into the body, staining each blood vessel black.

"Its target is the heart of the first Demon!"

Looking down, Han Fei discovered the deepest thing hidden within the first generation of demons.

After the butcher's knife was pulled out, the blood vessels coiled around the heart of the first demon snapped one by one, and the heart of the first demon gradually shattered, revealing a passage entirely constructed of despair, from which boundless black mist slowly emerged.

"Where is the heart of the First Demon connected to? Is that the original Deep World?"

(End of this chapter)