My Healing Games

Chapter 984 The "Despicable" Savior

The baby's cries came from behind. The third son gritted his teeth, knowing that he still had a task to complete.

Moving forward amidst falling rocks and screams, the third son found the passage left by the village chief as quickly as possible. He climbed the rock wall, which was full of garbage and bloodstains, without caring that his hands were covered in wounds.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he must complete the task his father had entrusted to him and send the will out of the deep pit.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll take you away! You'll be alright!" The words that his older brothers used to use to comfort their third son were now coming from his own mouth as he continued to soothe the baby behind him.

The third son was an abandoned baby adopted by the old village chief. He used to stay on his father's back like this. No matter how terrible things were, it seemed that as long as he was carried by his father, he would feel extremely safe and secure.

With his older brother and father gone, his back has become the child's new source of support.

Blood streamed down his arm as the explosions continued, dust billowed, and mountains of garbage collapsed. The third son's eyes were bloodshot; he was terrified, but he kept climbing upwards.

"We will get out of here, we can do it!"

Neither the villagers of the cemetery nor the malicious living people on the ground expected that someone could climb out of the deep pit under such circumstances.

With his fingers gripping the sharp rocks, the third son mechanically repeated the climbing motions. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt the starlight getting closer and closer to him.

Stepping on the protruding rocks, the stench in the air dissipated, and as starlight shone on him, the third son took a deep breath and climbed out of the pit with all his might.

Exhausted and covered in wounds, the third son could no longer suppress the curse within him. He had followed his elder brother into the great tomb for many years, and the aura of calamity and evil had spread throughout his body.

"I feel like my world has suddenly become much lighter." The third son's life was rapidly slipping away, and his heart was beating slower and slower.

Gently placing the baby in the black bundle, the third son hummed a nursery rhyme, seemingly hoping the baby would stop crying.

“I may not be able to take care of you anymore, but I have to tell you that you have not been abandoned, and you are a very good child.”

The third son's singing seemed to possess a special power that could quickly calm people down. He gently teased the baby with one hand while taking out the old village chief's will with the other.

"My father said that it can only be opened after we leave the pit."

With great effort, the third son opened the letter and found only three words written on it—"I'm sorry."

Different people react differently to these three words. The third son did not know why his father apologized. Perhaps it was because his father's decision led to the three children becoming ghosts, perhaps it was because he, as the village chief, had killed everyone in the cemetery village, or perhaps it was because he had foreseen everything but still made the final choice.

The third son struggled to get up from the ground after his father's will was placed in the baby's swaddling clothes. The village of graves was massacred, and he was tainted by the curse of the great graves. People on the surface would not accept him.

With nowhere to go, he carried the baby and walked aimlessly forward.

He didn't know where he should go; he just felt he should take the baby further away from the pit so that the baby's chances of being rescued would increase.

“I am not as great as my father and brother. I have no ability to save the world. I can only do my best to help the people around me.”

Away from the deep pit, the third son carried the baby on his back and walked towards the city, humming a lullaby as he went.

The third son was badly injured. He kept walking forward, trampling time under his feet, until he fell and could no longer get up.

The starlight shone on the gradually cooling body of the third son, as well as on the baby and the suicide note.

After a long time, blood suddenly seeped out of the suicide note in the baby's swaddling clothes, and an arm that was about to disappear stretched out from the suicide note.

Fragments of memory pieced together formed the image of a white-haired old village chief.

He is now completely dead, and only after his soul is scattered can the fragments of memory he hid in his will be activated.

The old man was no longer strong, and he looked at the corpse of his third son with a very complicated expression.

He lived up to everyone in the city he protected, and to everything under the sun, but he failed his own children and the villagers.

“My father cast a shadow over my entire life, dragging me into an abyss of despair, but I never imagined I would become an even worse father than him…”

Holding his third son's body, the village chief's white hair clung to his face. From the moment he made his choice, his fate was sealed; he would lose everything and be forgotten by everyone.

Once the last fragment of his memory shatters, he will disappear completely.

“The buffer zone between the ground and the large tomb is under construction. More and more people and ghosts will touch each other within a safe range. Despair will eventually be diluted, and the black box will no longer be passed on to the next child.” The old village chief buried his third son with his own hands. He picked up the baby in his arms and walked towards the city at the end of the horizon.

The darkness dissipated, and the nightmare shattered at the same time.

The sky, the city, the deep pit—everything became illusory. The white-haired old man gradually disappeared into the distance, while the baby in his arms began to grow rapidly.

The baby who was found by the eldest son, brought out of the deep pit by the third son, and carried into the city by the old village chief was none other than Han Fei from the nightmare.

In this most peculiar nightmare, he lost all his abilities and could only be a vulnerable infant, who could be killed at the slightest mistake.

The entire nightmare left Han Fei terrified, as he brushed with death countless times.

He was on the verge of death in the garbage dump at the beginning, but the old village chief's eldest son appeared a step later, and he died at the start.

He then used all his strength to climb into the package and stayed with the old village chief and the others, thus escaping the massacre of the cemetery by the living.

In the end, his third son carried him away, and the journey was extremely dangerous. Several times he thought he was going to die.

"Unable to resist, powerless, unable to even speak, how could I survive such a nightmare?" Han Fei himself found it unbelievable.

"You survived because you represent hope, like a newborn child with endless possibilities for the future." A gentle voice suddenly rang out, and Han Fei looked around.

As the dream collapsed, it formed a dilapidated shrine, inside which a dying god was imprisoned.

“Your voice sounds a lot like the village chief’s son.” Han Fei walked toward the shrine, sensing a faint, indescribable aura.

"You should have realized it long ago, right? I am Fu Sheng's first child, and my nightmare is the last scene of my life." The voice from the shrine was weak, but it was clear that he had no ill intentions towards Han Fei.

"The old village chief is Fu Sheng, the big tomb represents the deep world, the tomb village represents the paradise managed by Fu Sheng, and the ground represents the real world. What you are showing me is the scene before Fu Sheng's soul was scattered?" Han Fei had already seen the problem when he was experiencing the nightmare, and he remembered all the details.

"I sensed my father's presence in you, yet you are not him, meaning he didn't successfully resurrect but instead entrusted everything to you." The divine gate slowly opened, from which flowed iridescent blood: "My nightmares are hidden deep within my heart, and dreams have always sought to pry. Now I'm showing them to you to remind you of three things—first, Fu Sheng was killed by his second son, the carpenter, but the carpenter can still be trusted; he will help you. Second, Fu Sheng's box should have been given to you. When you release all your despair, you can become a very special ghost. Third, we have been betrayed by those we once protected. I don't know what your choice will be, but please don't blindly trust reality. You should understand one thing: the reason the deeper world is so terrifying is because such vile emotions were born in reality."

"I see."

"You are the one chosen by your father, so let me give you one last gift." The cracked statue in the shrine raised its head and stared at Han Fei: "If the Unspeakable does not go through the passage and wants to forcibly descend from the deep world to the real world or the shallow world, it needs to sacrifice another Unspeakable. The stronger the Unspeakable sacrificed is, the more power the descending Unspeakable can retain."

"Dream is the sacrifice you made, which is why eleven shrines could be built in the main city of the shallow world?"

“Yes, over the years, Meng has been constantly draining my body of power, using my beautiful hopes for the world to weave a beautiful killing trap.” The blood flowing from the statue dripped onto Han Fei: “I am Fu Sheng’s first child. Because of his unfortunate childhood, he wanted to place all his love and hope in me. He wanted to be the best father in the world.”

The vibrant, multicolored blood carries the memories of the gods' past, and the father and son's hopes for a better future: "In my heart, he is the best father. He showed me the beautiful world, taught me everything, and left me with the most beautiful memories..."

The gentle blood slowly wrapped around Han Fei's body; it was an incomparably gentle yet luminous power.

"So no matter what, I won't hate him. He has no reason to apologize. I know he's the one who's in the most pain and despair, and he's the one who's suffered the most."

The red rope and bloodstains inside the statue were suppressed by some force, but the cracks on the surface of the statue were increasing. It seemed that the imprisoned god wanted to ignite the last divine fire.

"Since he has chosen you, I will follow his choice. After all, he is the person I trust most in my life."

A blinding fire erupted within the shrine, burning the sharp weapon that had pierced the statue, the red rope, and the nearby nightmares to ashes. The flames, carrying the initial beauty and the last hope, broke free of the shrine's constraints and entered Han Fei's body.

As the flames merged with Han Fei, the statue turned to ashes, and the dilapidated shrine vanished along with the nightmare.

The god, imprisoned by nightmares for decades, chose Han Fei, risking his soul to be scattered and forgotten by everyone, to illuminate Han Fei's path with the light of his own life.

Unspeakable flames scorched Han Fei's body, the nightmare was torn apart, the will of the dream was disturbed, and the rules it set were completely broken at this moment.

In the deep darkness, a pair of terrifying eyes slowly opened and looked at Han Fei.

It memorized Han Fei's face and uttered a vicious sound: "Fu Sheng's son has chosen you, so it seems... what I'm looking for is on you!"

Countless nightmares tore at him, and Han Fei subconsciously opened his inventory, taking out the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife.

The dazzling blade formed by humanity and the indescribably bright flames attracted each other. Fu Sheng's eldest son's past surged into the butcher's knife. He seemed to be standing behind Han Fei, swinging his knife forward with Han Fei!

One by one, the nightmare bubbles burst, tearing a huge gap in the boundless darkness and the gray fog outside.

"Attention player number 0000! Your exclusive executioner's blade, Rebirth, has reached the B-grade limit! An unspeakable soul will accompany you!"

One swing of the knife exhausted all of Han Fei's strength. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the main city hospital shrouded in gray fog.

However, compared to when we arrived, the gray fog enveloping the building had thinned considerably, as if the power of the shrine that created the gray fog had been severely weakened.

"How long have I been stuck in the eleventh level of nightmare?"

After leaving the nightmare, Han Fei realized that he was covered in injuries, extremely exhausted, and had a constant, sharp pain in the back of his head, making it impossible for him to even stand.

"How could this be?" After checking the system time, Han Fei discovered that he had actually spent a whole day and night in the eleventh level of nightmare!
The unspeakable nightmare was completely different from an ordinary nightmare. Immersed in it, Han Fei was completely unaware of the passage of time.

Supporting himself against the wall, Han Fei slowly walked out of the main city hospital. When his figure appeared on the street, all the players around him stopped. Their gazes towards Han Fei were very strange, containing envy, jealousy, worry, and greed.

"Why are you looking at me like that? What happened during the day and night I was gone?"

The players didn't make way for Han Fei; they all seemed hesitant. Many pointed at Han Fei, and some even secretly took out their communication devices to report his location.

"Has someone else cleared the tenth level of Nightmare and revealed the hidden quest issued by the Dream Disguise System?"

Huang Ying had received a similar mission before: killing Han Fei would grant him the Black Box and a way to exit the game, which was incredibly attractive to players.

The crowd grew denser; they dared not lay a hand on Han Fei, but they also seemed unwilling to let him go.

As the atmosphere became subtle and tense, the crowd was suddenly parted by a force, and several figures emerged from the darkness at the end of the street.

"Good evening." Zhang Mingli said, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His neighbors from the Happiness Community were standing around him. "Even if it's not good, it's still evening."

A chilling and terrifying aura emanated from his body, and Zhang Mingli helped Han Fei up.

"Who are you? We found this person together, why are you taking him away?" Some players tried to stop them, but before they could get close, blood had already splattered.

Zhang Mingli spat out his cigarette and stomped it out: "My name is Zhang Mingli. I used to teach moral education, so if any of you dare to have any bad ideas, I'll kill you. I'm not kidding."

(End of this chapter)