My Healing Games

Chapter 931 God Killing
Number Three pulled the dagger from Crow's neck. After a brief moment of surprise, the retreating murderers all looked at Number Three.

Joker Mask is a newly joined core member of the three major criminal organizations. He has a mysterious background, acts madly, and is a complete psychopath. No one can guess what he is thinking.

"Why are you looking at me? Does looking at me save you from dying?"

A smile began to appear on Number Three's face, and the corners of his mouth slowly tore open to both sides, his laughter becoming increasingly hysterical.

Number Three, who possesses the ability to learn and simulate, begins to imitate maniacal laughter; he is imitating another god in this shrine's memory world.

As laughter echoed through Laboratory No. 4, a loud crash came from the elevator in the distance. The body of the madman who had just left flew out of the elevator car, splattering thick blood all over the floor.

"You've been chasing me for so long, why did you stop? If you don't chase me, we'll come looking for you." Number Four spat out a mouthful of blood, his body covered in wounds as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes filled with deathly intent. At this moment, he was more terrifying than any murderer, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood.

"Don't let the killing blind you, you must stay rational." Number Five followed closely behind Number Four, his hands also holding knives. He had been forced to take up the butcher's knife in order to protect the other young children.

The children of Class 7 are different from the original inhabitants of this world of memories in the shrine; their personal strength does not come from happiness, but from themselves.

Every bit of personal strength they displayed was a "gift" earned through their torment and suffering, imbued with their despair and hope. This strength will always be with them, and no one can take it away from them.

In some ways, the kids in Class 7 are now much stronger than Han Fei.

"Oh!"

The doors of the other two elevators were blown open, and more and more children emerged from them. Everyone gathered on the eighteenth underground floor, the closest place to hell on earth, where the children saw the things that had once brought them despair.

"Whether it's a black box or a black maze, countless children have been sacrificed for this thing, forever living in nightmares. Someone has to pay this blood debt." The child with the lucky personality carried Number Two on his back, and they stood in the crowd.

"The Forbidden Tower is a trap you set to harvest the people of your own shrine's memory world. The power of the memory shrine cannot be used here, but unfortunately, we come from outside the shrine." Every step of fate was seen by Number Two: "Before destroying the statue, you faced us. After destroying the statue, you will face the wrath of Han Fei and all the survivors in this world. Those who attempt to control fate will one day be devoured by fate. I have already paid the most painful price, and now it's your turn."

The maniacal laughter echoed the statues outside the forbidden building. A terrifying change was taking place in Number Three's body; dark red streaks of blood appeared on his skin. People's faith in the gods had become Number Three's power.

Normally, even if Number Three has the most unique personality, it would be difficult for him to imitate a god. However, he has always lived in the consciousness of the Laughing One, and this relationship is even closer than blood ties. Therefore, the Laughing One will not only not stop Number Three, but will also do his best to help him.

The members of the three major criminal organizations were unable to stop the children. Everything they had was given to them by the gods, but now the gods had entered the Black Dream Instrument and were carrying out the most crucial step of the ritual. The gods could not take care of them, nor would they give them any extra power.

The soul representing a joyful future in the dark dream sensed the anomaly outside, but it couldn't afford to be distracted.

Blocking out all external interference, he happily opened the divine door of the shrine.

The flesh-and-blood statue and the massive machine grew together. Gao Xing's ambition was enormous; he wanted to merge with the AI ​​in the underground of the Immortal Pharmaceuticals, to live forever in the consciousness of countless people, and to become a true god.

"Just for a black box, so many children's lives were ruined. Deliberately creating despair, filling their blank destinies with filth and blood?" Number One's voice rang out in the dark dream. Number One, whose expression had never changed much before, spoke with anger this time.

Gao Xing turned his head to look at the distance. Number One, dressed in orphanage clothes, had entered the Black Dream at some point. As the owner of the Black Dream device, Gao Xing had only just discovered this.

"You killed so many people just to make them play this game with you?" Number One clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the god: "I know you have also suffered pain and injustice, but that is not a reason for you to destroy others. I will kill you, I will definitely kill you."

Number One raised his right hand, because he was fearless, so he dared to stand before the gods; because he firmly believed, so he dared to raise his fist at the gods.

In life, one will experience all sorts of things. Miracles do not exist from the beginning; they are not a reward from fate to the bravest, but an opportunity that the bravest seize from fate.

All the children on the eighteenth underground floor looked at Number One, watching the mortal who was throwing a punch at the god.

Stepping forward, sprinting, Number One fearless, nightmares and ghosts fleeing to both sides, even fate begins to yield.

Number One abandoned all distracting thoughts; his eyes were fixed only on the blurry face of Joy.

Ordinary people cannot enter the Black Dream Instrument. Gao Xing never expected such a change to occur. All his plans revolved around Han Fei and Kuang Xiao. The killings and experiments were all for the purpose of cultivating suitable successors to the Black Box. Other children were just discarded remnants, and he never cared about them.

But who could have predicted that on this perfect day, it was precisely those "residues" and "waste" that he had ignored that posed the greatest threat to him?

Time, fate, and unspeakable divine power were all pierced by that punch. Gao Xing never imagined that such an absurd thing would happen, nor did he ever imagine that the strongest personality was hidden among those children who had already died.

Miracles have always existed; life itself is a miracle. In countless dark nights and deathly silences, each person is their own miracle.

A flash of light appeared in the darkness, and Number One's fist struck the god's cheek hard, sending his divine body crashing into the shrine.

The instrument paused slightly, the bridge to the deeper world swayed, and a noticeable crack appeared on the flesh-and-blood statue.

The surviving members of the three major criminal organizations were so terrified by what they saw that they collapsed to the ground. The god in their hearts, who held the power of life and death over everyone, had now been defeated by a single person.

"A miracle personality?"

Gao Xing's blurry face slowly became clear. He didn't know why his power failed when facing this child, and he had never heard of the existence of any miracle personality.

There may not be such a thing as a miracle personality in the world. It's just that because of Number One, such a personality exists.

With his five fingers outstretched, Gao Xing grabbed Number One's neck: "It's a pity that the miracle you created with all your might has only added a crack to my idol."

"Miracles don't happen so easily, and I've never relied on myself." Even when the god grabbed him by the neck, Number One remained neither humble nor arrogant. He was the oldest of all the children and always stood at the front.

Gao Xing seemed to realize something, and he suddenly turned his head. Another indescribable aura was emerging from his flesh and blood statue!

Number Three's maniacal laughter rang out, and under the cover of his mimicking maniacal laughter, Number Two, who was lying on the back of the lucky personality, completed the real plan.

One by one, the ropes of fate on the flesh and blood statue snapped, and the flesh and blood statue in the main shrine showed a painful expression. The crack on its body began to widen and quickly spread to its entire body!
Number Two once again used his unspeakable power in order to deliver a fatal blow to the statue.

In this usurpation of the god, two “unspeakable” individuals entered the Happy Shrine. One was the one who sacrificed himself, Kuangxiao, whose future in Happy was one of near-destruction. If Han Fei and the other children could not complete the usurpation, Kuangxiao would have sacrificed himself in vain and become a complete part of the Happy Shrine. The other was the true Unspeakable Child Number Two, who had been hiding his true abilities, not interfering with the operation of the shrine, and concealing himself.

Before his main body returned to happiness, his divided soul was still short of being able to fight the real, unspeakable Number Two.

"Attention Player 0000! The last statue inside the building has been destroyed! The seal on your brain is being gradually lifted!"

The flesh and blood statue collapsed, the Black Dream Instruments slowed down, and the bridge of despair that had been built stopped extending forward.

At this moment, the ground of the nineteenth underground floor was almost completely transparent, and the top floor of the skyscraper was right beneath everyone's feet, the deep world that was forever shrouded in darkness.

Holding Han Fei's head in his arms, he stood happily beside the shrine, but the day he had been most looking forward to never came.

The seal was broken, and the black mist of greed drifted out from a body repair chamber, sweeping across the entire Immortal Life Building.

The forbidden building was shrouded in greed, and demons from the abyss roared, their sin-stained hands gripping the edge of the repair chamber.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. You're holding his head, so it's normal for him to want to kill you." Number Three laughed wildly as he rushed into the Black Dream. He and Number Two joined forces to rescue Number One.

With all the statues destroyed, the stage can now be left to professional actors.

Hatred dissipated, and Han Fei, having broken the seal, appeared in his strongest form. His greedy personality and healing personality, awakened eight times, changed the rules of the Forbidden Tower.

"Your past has been killed, and now it is being devoured. If I destroy your future as well, I can become the new master of this shrine."

Han Fei's eyes were fixed on the shrine in the Black Dream device, and he also saw the human head in Gao Xing's arms.

"Since you gave me that black box, then let me change your world."

(End of this chapter)