My Healing Games

Chapter 97 F-Rank Talent: Summoning Souls!
The small living room was covered with dried blood scabs, and every floor tile was soaked in blood. No one knew what terrible things had happened here.

Thick streaks of blood crisscrossed in the room, binding the two figures.

One of them was dressed in a red coat, her lips were eerily stained with blood, and blood-stained knives were scattered around her.

The other figure was a giant, humanoid puppet with a mask covered in strange patterns on its face, a wooden body, and several rotting hearts piled up in its chest.

"You dare to come to the ninth floor with only a level five skill? If it weren't for the fact that trapping those two took too much of your strength, you probably wouldn't be able to escape even if you died a thousand times."

The bedroom door slowly opened, and the boy who had been lying unconscious on the bed walked to the bedroom door.

With each step he took, his body aged rapidly, wrinkles crept onto his cheeks, and his black hair gradually turned white.

When he reached the man's side, his face was filled with a deathly palpable air, as if he were about to die: "Do you remember your name?"

"Han Fei".

A strong stench of blood filled his nostrils. The man stared at the name on his arm, expressionless, his eyes calm.

"Do you remember how many times you've died?"

"45 times."

"You still remember all that?" The old man nodded. "I knew we would meet again, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

His body was turning into blood vessels, slowly merging into the room: "What you just experienced was my childhood memory. Only the most unfortunate people have the black box. It chose me, and I chose you. Now it's your turn to make the choice."

"Are you sure you want me to make a choice right now? I've forgotten a lot of things..."

“This is the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Only choices made under these circumstances are truly genuine.” The old man opened his heart and took out a black box: “You have the minimum qualifications to become a manager. You can choose your own path now.”

"How to choose?"

"If you want to completely destroy this world full of calamities, misfortunes, and grotesques, then open the lid on the other side; if you want to find a way out and redeem this world occupied by vengeful ghosts and monsters, then open the lid on the other side." The old man's body was still melting away; he didn't have much time left.

"Which path did you choose before?" The man didn't make a choice casually; he felt that this choice would be very important.

"I chose the opposite, but I failed. My memories were torn to pieces by something, and the black box is hidden in this fragment of my childhood memories."

“It seems that choosing the opposite is dangerous.” After thinking for a while, the man finally said, “Could I open both lids? I want to save this world, but I also feel that some things in this world should be destroyed.”

"Choosing both paths at the same time means that both the forces on the front and the forces on the back might want to kill you!" The old man had never seen anyone make such a choice. If you want both, what is the point of choosing?
After a pause, he added, "You need to think this through. In the future, you might find that even death is a luxury. You'll encounter even more terrifying things, like the manager missions. This time, you died forty-five times before you cleared the level, but in the memories of some managers, dying even once will condemn you to eternal damnation. Do you have the confidence to clear the level in one life?"

“I lack confidence, but what does that have to do with my choice?” The man grabbed the top and bottom lids of the black box with both hands and opened them at the same time.

There was nothing unusual in the room; inside that black box was another black box.

What's in this box?

“You are now an F-level manager. Each time you advance in your managerial rank, you can open a new box. If you can make it to the end, you will see what is hidden inside.” The old man held the black box in his hands, his body turning into blood streaks, slowly opening Han Fei’s chest. He personally placed the black box into Han Fei’s heart: “Remember, the black box is hidden in the deepest part of your consciousness. You must always stay awake.”

When the black box was placed in Han Fei's chest, the lost memories surged back like a tidal wave. In that instant, Han Fei felt as if his brain was about to explode. He collapsed to the ground in agony and fainted.

After suturing Han Fei's chest and restoring everything to its original state, the old man's body had reached its limit.

In his final moments before fading away, a complex emotion filled his eyes: "Speed ​​up your exploration. Go to as many places as possible before they find you. Maybe you'll be lucky enough to find hope in some building. You chose the hardest path, but you should be able to do it. You're much better than me. You dared to come to the ninth floor at level five. I think I didn't dare to come up until level nineteen. You're a crazy guy. Don't you know that if you die in the game, you'll be brain dead in real life?"

The aged figure completely turned into blood vessels, and all the crisscrossing blood vessels in the room began to wither. The oppressive and terrifying atmosphere disappeared.

"Attention Player 0000! You have successfully completed the F-level Manager mission – Building Manager! You have received triple mission experience! You have also received the basic reward of +2 Free Skill Points! You have also received the basic reward of the F-level Manager title – Building Manager!"

"Building Manager (F-level Manager Title): Increases the friendliness of all permanent residents in the building by 10! Randomly gains one F-level manager talent! When going out, you can choose one resident with a friendly level to accompany you!"

"Attention Player No. 0000! It is recommended to accept F-level missions at levels 10 to 20. Because you have successfully completed the F-level manager mission, you will obtain the rarest upgradeable F-level manager talent!"

"Attention player number 0000! Congratulations on obtaining the upgradeable F-rank administrator talent - Summoning!"

"Summoning Souls (an extremely rare F-level manager talent with a one in ten thousand chance of being obtained, which can be continuously strengthened as the player's level increases): There is a certain probability of summoning players with the physique of encountering spirits to your front in a special form. It can only be used once per night."

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully leveled up to level six! One free attribute point added!"

As his headache gradually subsided, he could vaguely hear voices in his mind, and Han Fei slowly remembered everything.

"It's that old man who sold me the gaming helmet!" Han Fei suddenly woke up. He excitedly waved his arm, but accidentally bumped into the person next to him, and a pungent smell of blood wafted into his nostrils.

Turning his head, Han Fei saw Xu Qin sitting next to him, constantly wiping the knife, but the more she wiped, the more blood appeared on the knife.

"Awake?" Xu Qin smiled, her bright red lips curving upwards. She turned her head to look at Han Fei. "Did you come to the ninth floor to find me?"

Seeing Xu Qin's lips stained with blood and her constant wiping of the knife, Han Fei decided to tell the truth.

He struggled to his feet, staring into Xu Qin's eyes: "I died forty-five times in that dream, and I thought I would never wake up again."

Upon hearing Han Fei say that he had died forty-five times, Xu Qin, contrary to her usual behavior, did not say anything more, but wiped her knife with a little more force.

"Attention player number 0000! Your friendship with Xu Qin has increased by 20! Your neighborly relationship with Xu Qin has been upgraded to friendly."

(End of this chapter)