My Healing Games

Chapter 960 Never Give Up! (Happy New Year!)
"Has he always been this crazy about gaming?"

Dying in a nightmare can cause brain problems, so players who enter a nightmare are always extremely careful and cautious.

But on this day, all the common sense of the three new players was shattered, and they met Han Fei.

This horror movie actor from Happy Community rushed into the raging fire without hesitation, without even flinching.

"Doesn't this fire hurt?" The tall player was in a state of extreme shock. He subconsciously stretched his finger towards the flames on the pile of garbage, but after only being touched, he quickly pulled his finger back, and a piercing pain came from between his fingers: "It hurts more than fire in real life!"

Even if the three players knew how to pass the level, they wouldn't be able to continue. They would probably give up as soon as the flames started to get out of control.

After trying it himself, the tall player looked at Han Fei with great respect. Black flames burned around Han Fei, and some sparks flew onto him, but Han Fei continued to run forward, even getting faster and faster.

Using his power of words, Han Fei continuously cursed himself, causing his speed to surge.

He knew he only had one chance, but his body simply couldn't hold on for long.

The sixth layer of nightmares is indeed much more difficult than the previous nightmares. In terms of strength alone, the mad princess is equivalent to a large-scale resentment, and she is also a special resentment that possesses a black flame similar to hatred!

Unable to access his inventory, Han Fei had no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. He could only rely on his own deductions to fight for that sliver of hope.

The princess, who was massacring the streets, also noticed Han Fei. She twisted her charred body and looked at Han Fei along with the enormous ghostly figure behind her.

The merchants who were burned in the fire died with resentment on their faces. All their hatred converged on the princess, making her even more insane and terrifying.

If this continues, the princess will burn away the nightmare, and she will become a nightmare that has lost her mind.

"Perhaps this is how dreams cultivate nightmares. All the vengeful spirits in nightmares are people who were once alive. They died in the dream, were possessed by resentment, and eventually became sharp killing weapons in the dream's hands."

The further you go, the more fiercely the flames burn!
A sharp pain shot through his back and shoulders, but Han Fei did not slow down. Instead, he used his Midnight Butcher's talent and the fact that his strength increased as his health decreased to close the distance between him and the princess once again.

We're almost there!

When the two were only five meters apart, the black knight who was following closely beside the princess stepped out. He was engulfed in flames, but he seemed to feel no pain. His numb eyes behind the mask stared silently at Han Fei.

"I want to save your daughter! To get you both out of this nightmare!" Han Fei said anxiously, "Don't hide in the nightmare and kill those imaginary enemies. I will help you find the arsonist in reality!"

Taking out the pair of "crystal shoes" he was holding, Han Fei protected them with his own body, worried that the flames would burn them.

"Here are the shoes your daughter made for you. I know you love her, but this isn't really a way to help her!"

Seeing Han Fei take out the "crystal shoe," the Black Knight's gaze changed noticeably, but he still did not retreat.

The princess controlled the raging fire that engulfed the Black Knight and Han Fei together; the flames burned on their skin, causing unimaginable pain.

"Don't claim you can change things if you haven't experienced the pain of others." A numb, cold voice came from beneath the knight's armor. The man had been enduring the torment of flames; his skin and armor had fused together. He knew that staying by the princess's side would cause him pain, but he refused to leave, even if it meant being burned into a monster that had lost its human form.

The Black Knight seems to have been deceived multiple times, and he will no longer easily trust anyone.

"Would you rather live in a fantasy than punish the real murderer? She's your adopted child, don't you want to truly avenge her?"

Words were useless, so Han Fei decided to prove himself with actions. He and the Black Knight clashed in the flames, the fire burning their bodies and scorching every inch of their skin.

His hair was burned off, his flesh was black and cracked, and even the blood was drying up.

Han Fei's once handsome face was burned by the raging fire, making him incredibly ugly, but his eyes remained bright and unwavering!
“I have suffered more pain than you have, and that’s why I want to help you!”

Using the power of his healing personality, every time Han Fei touched the Black Knight, it was like punching a branding iron. While he was peeling off a layer of skin, he would also pour the hope of healing into the Black Knight's body.

The sixth level of the nightmare is indeed very difficult, and the battle in the flames is extremely fierce.

When neither side was willing to give in, three players who had been crouching behind suddenly rushed out from both sides of the sea of ​​fire. They saw Han Fei fighting the Black Knight. When they saw that Han Fei would rather be burned to death than give up, they did not stay in the same place.

Humans are complex beings. Sometimes they fear death and do all sorts of disgusting things to survive; but other times, even knowing they are facing death, they still rush forward without hesitation.

The three players probably didn't expect why they made such a decision. They were simply shocked by Han Fei's actions at that moment, and perhaps they could become like him.

"Get out of the flames! Let the princess put on the glass slippers!"

Han Fei tossed the crystal shoe to the tall player, and as the Black Knight was about to stop him, Han Fei caught him with both hands.

Flames burned on their bodies and souls, but Han Fei's arms continued to tighten: "You shouldn't live in nightmares! The suffering in this world shouldn't be borne by the victims!"

As the power of healing personality continued to flow in, the Black Knight's numb eyes gradually regained their human emotions, and his struggling movements became smaller and smaller.

If you haven't experienced someone else's pain, don't point fingers at their sorrow. But Han Fei proved it with his actions; he was willing to fall into the sea of ​​fire with the knight and the princess.

The Black Knight's inner turmoil was caused by the special power of healing personality. When Han Fei saw that the other party's movements had slowed down, he immediately let go and rushed towards the princess with flames all over his body!

The three players cooperated with each other, and under Han Fei's provocation, they moved forward with the belief that they were doomed to die.

Courage is the most beautiful hymn to mankind. The three approached from three different directions. The princess set her sights on the tall player holding the crystal shoe. She was as ugly as a monster. She waved the flames on her body, and a black fire snake opened its bloody mouth to bite the tall player.

The flames were too fast for the tall player to dodge; his pupils were completely filled with the oncoming black fire: "Is my game over?"

He had never experienced death so closely before; the stench of the burning flesh and blood seemed to be the smell of death itself.

"Get out of the way!"

A force came from behind, and the tall player was shoved aside. He turned his head and saw that the giant snake formed from black fire had swallowed Han Fei whole!
Flames covered his entire body, leaving not a single patch of undamaged flesh on his skin. The actor, who relied on his looks for a living, had been transformed into a monster in the inferno.

He was so ugly, yet so noble.

"Seize the opportunity!"

The tall player who had fallen to the ground heard Han Fei's voice. The other two players had already approached and pushed the princess off the golden pumpkin carriage.

The tall player holding the crystal shoes ran to the princess at his fastest speed and put the special crystal shoes on her.

Adorable stickers, reflective plastic fragments—these ill-fitting shoes were made by the princess herself. Her flames can burn all the goods in her nightmares, but they can't burn these cheapest handmade shoes.

After putting on these special "crystal shoes," the charred skin on the princess's ankles gradually returned to normal, but her ability to control fire and the beautiful and luxurious ornaments around her seemed to be slowly disappearing.

Behind the princess, a gigantic ghost formed from countless resentful thoughts struggled, urging the princess to take off the shoes, but the princess, who had fallen into madness, unexpectedly calmed down this time.

The powerful flames and luxurious life didn't seem to matter much to this crazy girl. What she wanted most were these shoes and the person who was willing to make them for her.

Her body, covered in charred scars, slowly recovered, while the tall black horse beside the princess transformed into thin, shivering black stray cats that circled around her feet.

The golden pumpkin carriage has also shed its luxurious appearance and become an orange garbage truck that can be seen everywhere on the street, except that this garbage truck has a small seat fixed on it.

Each time the princess relinquishes something she possesses in her nightmare, the enormous ghostly figure behind her diminishes slightly.

When the princess lost everything and returned to being the naive girl she once was, the absurd fairy tale Peace Street returned to the Peace Street it was originally.

The black fire slowly died down, and there was no one in the shops on both sides of the street. Apart from a few players, there was only the "princess" and her "knight" on this peaceful street.

The three players breathed a sigh of relief, but when they saw Han Fei's miserable state, they began to worry again, because Han Fei's injuries had not healed and he seemed to be on his last breath.

"Oh!"

The heavy armor was stripped off along with the flesh, and the knight threw the heavy helmet on the ground, revealing an old, wrinkled face.

“Yes, this is the real thing…” The old man walked to the girl next to the garbage truck, picked her up and put her on the garbage truck, looking at her with great reluctance: “It’s a pity that I am not a magician who can conjure up pumpkin carriages and glass slippers. I can’t make my Cinderella become the princess in everyone’s heart. I am just an incompetent father.”

The girl clung to the old man's arm, refusing to let go, while the old man gently embraced his child.

"The nightmare is over. I have no reason to keep you trapped here any longer. From now on, you must eat on time and be good." The old man said something similar to the girl over and over again with great reluctance. He was not good at expressing his emotions, but his love for his children was actually in those simple words that he kept repeating.

The edges of the dream began to crumble. After saying goodbye to the girl, the old man knelt beside Han Fei, who was about to be burned to death: "I want to exchange three secrets for one promise from you."

Staring into Han Fei's eyes, the old man continued, "My daughter should still be alive. Her name is Bai Guoguo. I hope you can take care of her for me after you leave the nightmare. Because I won't be able to bring her into the nightmare to keep her company anymore. She'll be all alone in her world now."

"In order for you to live safely, I will tell you some things that will help you live a better life." The old man spoke quickly, as if he didn't have much time left: "You don't need to avenge us. The bad guys who hurt us are already dead. I was the murderer."

Han Fei was unable to speak, but his mind was perfectly clear, and he remembered everything the old man said.

“I became what they wanted me to be, living in fear and nightmares every day, until that voice brought me here.” The old man seemed to recall what happened one night: “All the nightmares here are the experiences of the living, fragments of nightmares of different sizes, which eventually pieced together to form a complete dream, and the voice that brought me here is in the deepest part of the dream.”

After hesitating for a moment, the old man took out a photo of his adopted daughter from his clothes. The child in the photo was very cute, with an innocent smile on her face.

"That voice collects our nightmares, it seems, to make this thing." The old man stuffed the photo into Han Fei's hand. Strangely enough, the photo changed shape as soon as it fell into Han Fei's palm, shrinking inward until it became a square fragment the size of a fingernail.

One side of the fragment is black, exuding a deep sense of despair, while the other side is white, as if it retains the most essential and simple beauty of humanity.

A dull ache throbbed in the back of his head, and Han Fei's black box began to react. The black and white fragments in his nightmare seemed to be one of the materials that made up the black box.

"That voice seeks out special people and creates nightmares that meet its requirements; it's all for this thing. It represents all my obsessions; you could say my entire life is just a small fragment like this." The old man looked into Han Fei's palm: "I'm giving it to you; I hope it can be of some help to you."

A person's life's hardships turn into nightmares, and only in the end can a small fragment be made. This makes Han Fei start to think deeply: could the black box in the back of his head also be born in this way?

Every owner of a black box has experienced utter despair; it seems the innermost layer of the black box can never be opened...

Han Fei was badly injured, and he had so much to say, but he could barely move.

"The nightmare will get more and more terrifying as it goes on. You must be careful of that voice. It always appears unexpectedly, and by the time you realize it's there, it may be too late." The old man and the princess's bodies dissipated together, and the absurd Peace Street finally surged towards Han Fei's body. Everything in the nightmare was devoured by the laughing ghost patterns.

From the sixth level of nightmare onwards, the game with dreams truly begins.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei's ghostly markings overwhelmed the surrounding gray mist. After absorbing the sixth layer of nightmare, the ghostly markings underwent a noticeable change, with the dream's constraint on them weakening. It seemed that the next time he entered a nightmare, Han Fei could attempt to summon some of the ghosts within his markings.

With all the burns on his body gone, Han Fei immediately looked around. There were only him and the three other players in the hospital lobby; there was no sign of the fifth person.

"The player who chose to join the Dream faction didn't come out with us!" Han Fei's eyes narrowed; he was already intent on killing them. If it hadn't been for that fifth person's interference, things wouldn't have been so dangerous in the end. "Did that guy die in the Dream? Or did the player who joined the Dream faction have another exit route? And didn't leave with us normal players?"

Han Fei was now incredibly curious about the players who had joined Meng, and he felt he had to bring Shen Luo in.

"Han Fei, thank you for saving us!" The three players were quite emotional, especially the tall player, who had thought he was going to die, but Han Fei pushed him aside and snatched him back from the clutches of death.

"You're welcome, you've helped me a lot too." Han Fei smiled and nodded to the three players. His composure, politeness, and unique charm made the three random players feel genuinely moved—they wanted to become like Han Fei in the future.

Enter the nightmare, help your companions, and lead everyone away.

The three of them were players from an unknown small guild, but Han Fei had planted a seed of hope in their hearts, which might take root and sprout one day and grow into a big tree that could shelter others.

After a brief chat, Han Fei left the hospital. He immediately contacted Bai Xian and Jin Jun, ordering them to have people keep a close watch on all the exits of the hospital in the main urban area, determined to capture the fifth person who had defected to the Dream!
(End of this chapter)