My Healing Games

Chapter 738 Rivalry

Tens of thousands of people attended the event in person, while millions of netizens watched online. Huang Ying's jump touched the hearts of all the players. Regardless of the outcome, the name Huang Ying is destined to be remembered by everyone.

Without hesitation, they plunged into the abyss!
"Holy crap! Did he just jump straight in?!"

"That's a mass grave that buried 100,000 people!"

"Will he fall and die?"

The leaders of the various guilds also widened their eyes. They had made many preparations to explore the passage and were well aware of its strangeness and terror.

The crowd moved forward and took out their cameras.

They wanted to record this legendary moment, but in reality, the real legend was just beginning.

"Oh!"

With his superhuman physical abilities, unknown hidden profession, and top-tier mysterious equipment, Huang Ying's attributes had reached an abnormal level. He used the walls of the passage several times to gain leverage and landed steadily on the platform fifty meters deep in the passage.

The players' lights still remain here; these faint lights were created with the lives of tens of thousands of people.

Fifty meters is still considered a safe zone, but going further down will lead to a real abyss.

With everyone watching intently, eager to see what weapons and equipment Huang Ying would use, they only saw him raise one arm after a short while.

"nightmare!"

Black and red bloodstains welled up on the skin hidden by the trench coat. The fragmented dream in the passage gathered and dispersed according to Huang Ying's will, and the nightmare turned into the steps under his feet!
Huang Ying, who was tortured and killed by butterflies hundreds of times, possessed the A-level talent Nightmare. He was born in a nightmare, and he is the most terrifying ghost in the depths of the nightmare.

How to go down? Just step down the nightmare's head one step at a time.

Sixty meters, seventy meters, eighty meters...

The players outside the maze passage were stunned. They thought Huang Ying was extraordinary, but no one could have predicted that Huang Ying would reach the limit they had thought he had reached in just three minutes.

The creator of the inevitable truth was filled with shock, while the leader of the business alliance looked somewhat embarrassed: "He made me look a bit stupid."

Leaders of guilds of all sizes and player groups were staring at Huang Ying, their expressions varied.

Ninety meters, ninety-five meters, ninety-nine meters!
Stepping into the abyss, what players consider the limit seems to be just the beginning for him.

The ghosts on the walls howled and roared, and the shadows in the darkness wailed in pain, but Huang Ying, who had become a nightmare, paid no attention to those terrifying beings. He had his own mission.

Hidden under his trench coat, he took out an oil lamp. Unlike the lamp of inevitable truth, his lamp burned with corpse oil from the deep world, and emitted a cold, eerie ghost fire.

"What kind of equipment is that? I don't think I've ever seen it before?"

"I can't tell his level. Huang Ying's trench coat is special equipment that can block all detection. Just how many top-tier treasures does this person have?"

The players outside the passage couldn't understand, nor would they comprehend, that Huang Ying took out the lamp not to light the way, but simply so that they could see him.

Stepping down, Huang Ying became the first player to enter the 100-meter area, where he could feel the chaotic fragments of nightmares all around him.

Coincidentally, it was Meng who broke through the passage and destroyed the shrine. Meng and Huang Ying's abilities are somewhat related. Even without the help of the Deep World Paradise, Huang Ying could still go deep into the passage.

After a hundred meters, the frequency of ghosts and monsters appearing increased significantly. Huang Ying, carrying his ghost lantern, was like a traveler on the River Styx, avoiding most of the ghosts and monsters, and walked all the way down to a depth of one hundred and fifty meters.

As more and more dead people and curses were carved on the walls, a familiar feeling arose within him: "The Deep World is about to arrive."

To lower his happiness level, Han Fei deliberately made Huang Ying's happiness value negative, forcing him to experience a one-night trip to the Deep World. Those memories are now etched into his very being, and he can never erase them.

"Help... there are still many people underground in the maze..." A dying voice came from a crack in the cliff wall, and Huang Ying saw a living player woven into a cocoon.

"My name is Achung, and I'm a player from the Inevitable Truth Guild... We entered the maze and encountered... encountered a ghost!"

The players inside the cocoon used their last strength to ask for help. Huang Ying also looked deeper into the passage, where a large number of players were embedded in the cracks in the walls. They were stained with curses, bound by life chains, and covered in the saliva of some monster.

"Take a good rest, I will take you away."

Huang Ying held the soul lamp in one hand and took out a butcher's knife from under his trench coat with the other. The knife was broken and tattered, with the words "Path of Evil Ghosts" faintly written on it.

Sever the life-sustaining chains, and the curse will dissipate as the will-o'-the-wisp approaches.

Huang Ying tossed aside the valuable in-game item that could quickly replenish stamina and health, and continued downwards without looking back.

One by one, the missing players were found, and he arrived at a depth of 200 meters underground.

This place is not much different from the Deep World; nightmares haunt the area, yin energy sweeps through, and despair permeates the surroundings.

"Don't go any further." A weak voice slowly entered Huang Ying's ears. Two hundred meters down the passage, a man with a somewhat androgynous appearance lay inside the hanging coffin. He was seriously injured, his neck was almost broken, and he didn't seem to have long to live.

"Are you also one of the missing persons who explored the amusement park's maze before?"

“Me? Of course…” The thin man in the hanging coffin suddenly snapped his neck back, tilting his head back to stare at Huang Ying from an eerie angle: “No!”

A piercing scream rang out, and the ghost in the hanging coffin was long and thin, exuding an aura of calamity.

Huang Ying reacted incredibly quickly, dodging the attack from an unbelievable angle and slashing at the stomach of the thin, ghostly figure with his sword.

Countless players outside the passage were watching Huang Ying intently. The slash he unleashed was the first strike the players had ever made against the vengeful ghost.

With his belly cut open, Huang Ying was the first player to truly harm a ghost since the passage appeared.

"So they aren't invincible after all."

"What's the story behind that rusty knife?"

"No! Look at that ghost's belly!"

Some players had already noticed something was wrong, and Huang Ying also realized the problem. After the Slender Ghost's stomach was cut open, a fat, fierce, short demon crawled out of its stomach and pounced directly on Huang Ying.

"court death?"

The demon's sneak attack barely grazed the brim of Huang Ying's trench coat hood as it sped backward, while Huang Ying's attack was utterly deadly.

Nightmares converged on the broken butcher's knife, sharpening the originally old knife with nightmares, making it emit a sharp, cold light.

The blade easily pierced the ghost's neck, pinning it to the hanging coffin.

As the coffin fell, the true terror within the passage was unleashed, with countless ghostly figures crawling out from the darkness. Even the viewers watching the live stream began to hold their breath for Huang Ying.

He's a top-tier account; if he dies in the portal, all his efforts will be wiped out.

Faced with unknown terror, Huang Ying did not back down. He stood alone in the underground passage two hundred meters deep, gripping the butcher's knife in his hand.

Using such a priceless top-tier account as a bargaining chip, he becomes the spearhead for all players, determined to pierce through the darkness and despair.

"He casually gave away rare-grade medicine to save lives; when danger struck, he stood at the forefront without backing down, buying time for the injured to retreat; when all the players were helpless, he ventured alone into a 200-meter abyss. Is this Huang Ying? Is this the number one player in 'Perfect Life'?"

At this moment, Huang Ying was unaware of people's opinions of him. He placed the soul lamp in his hand at his feet and took out another butcher knife with his free hand.

The killing spree has officially begun.

The horde of ghosts roared in, and Huang Ying seemed to be dancing wildly in a storm. He would surely die if he were touched by any of the ghosts, but he managed to dodge all the attacks thanks to his superb personal abilities and a bit of luck.

The battle was breathtaking to watch, and the players outside the passage never expected that Huang Ying could possess such formidable combat power in a game that is supposed to be relaxing and therapeutic.

In every respect, he is undoubtedly number one.

The ghosts howled and the torn remnants of souls fell like withered leaves. Huang Ying not only did not run away, but he also prepared to continue downwards.

As he braced himself and prepared to enter the area two hundred meters away, all the ghosts in the passage suddenly began to panic and flee. A chilling chant of summoning spirits rang out, and a huge black demon, more than five meters tall, crawled out of the abyss.

"A great calamity?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Huang Ying's legs still went weak. He grabbed the gap in the wall of the passage and focused his attention.

The monster in front of us is different from those ghosts and monsters; one wrong move and you could really die.

The appearance of the great calamity solidified the yin energy in the passage, and the thick aura of misfortune and disaster surged up like a tide, directly causing all kinds of negative emotions to surge out of the passage.

For the first time, players directly experienced the terror of the Deep World; a single great calamity could bring unimaginable despair and disaster.

Taking a deep breath, Huang Ying smashed the soul lamp beside him, and the ghost fire burned in the fragments of the nightmare. Then he took out a large number of rare items from his inventory and kept trying them on the Great Evil.

The will-o'-the-wisps swirled around the Great Demon, unable to harm it. Lurking in the darkness, the Great Demon didn't understand what Huang Ying was doing. It only sensed that the will-o'-the-wisps contained a familiar aura. Han Fei had once told it never to harm anyone emanating such an aura.

It was in a state of extreme inner turmoil. Its instincts drove it to want to smash its head against the flashy man in front of it, but its remaining rationality kept it in check.

If it were the Great Evil before it entered Fu Sheng's shrine, it might have already rushed out by now. But in Fu Sheng's memory shrine, the Great Evil has also merged with other things, and it is no longer the monster it dreamed of cultivating.

With a painful cry, the contradictory monster stood still, attacking its own body. It was incredibly violent and frenzied, and was gradually spiraling out of control.

Huang Ying watched Da Nie with bated breath, terrified, but to the players outside the passage, it looked more like Huang Ying had trapped Da Nie.

The more the monster struggled and raged, the more powerful Huang Ying became.

“Normally, shouldn’t the Great Evil be guarding the Deep World? How come it has already run out before I even arrived?” Huang Ying felt he should step back, but the real protagonist of this grand drama had not yet made his appearance.

As Da Nie's sanity was being exhausted, the chanting of the soul in the passage suddenly grew louder.

"he came?"

All the ghosts on the wall turned away, as if they dared not look directly at that figure.

In the pitch-black world, despair began to boil, and immense hatred surged forth. At the center of that extreme terror stood a man wearing a beast-face mask.

His body was marked with ninety-nine bloody wounds, and although the hideous mask covered his face, his eyes were unforgettable to everyone who saw them!
Deep and cold, yet rational, it is also filled with hysterical madness, like a flame burning fiercely in the depths of an icy sea!

(End of this chapter)