My Healing Games

Chapter 986 Nightmare Factory
It was late at night when Han Fei met with Number Two, and he handed over all the black and white fragments of his nightmare to Number Two.

The threads of fate connect all the fragments, piecing together an absurd world from the deepest obsessions of nightmares.

With the help of Number Two, the fragments of the nightmare were pieced together to form the basic shape of a box.

The box is black on the outside and pure white on the inside, where despair and hope coexist. But those outside the box can only see the black despair, while those inside can see the pure white hope.

“There are still many fragments missing.” Number Two was not satisfied with his “work”: “You are too slow. Now is not the time to be soft-hearted. If the enemy is willing to do anything to kill you, then you must also destroy it by any means necessary.”

Han Fei knew what Number Two wanted to say. The four million players still had many Nightmare Fragments hidden in their hands, and even the big guilds had not handed over all the fragments they had found to Han Fei.

"We only care about the results now, not the process. As long as we can get them out in the end, it doesn't matter what method we use."

"I understand." Han Fei nodded. "I also have another matter to discuss with you this time. Huang Ying has disappeared after entering the nightmare. He had your paper airplane with him. Could you send me into the nightmare he is currently experiencing?"

“I can give it a try.” Number Two gestured for Han Fei to take out the bloodstained paper airplane and redraw the blood pattern on it. It took a full half hour before Number Two handed the newly made airplane to Han Fei: “Fate will guide you to find Huang Ying, but you may also find Shen Luo. It depends on luck.”

"Thank you." Seeing that Number Two looked tired, Han Fei decided not to bother him any longer and prepared to leave.

"No need to thank me, helping you is helping myself too." Number Two licked his lips: "To be honest, I also really want to eat Dream and see what the most top-grade unspeakable flavor is like."

After eating the "meat" prepared by Xu Qin, Han Fei returned to his residence in the Happiness Community. He let his neighbors enter the Ghost Pattern and sent Zhang Mingli into the abyss of greed.

With the full support of Fu Sheng's eldest son, Han Fei was able to ignore most of the rules in the nightmare. He could freely open his inventory in the nightmare and summon his neighbors from the ghostly patterns.

Nightmare in

It became terrifying, but the speed at which Nightmare grew had been completely crushed by Han Fei.

"I'd like to see what kind of nightmare could make all the players never return."

Opening the door of the main city hospital, Han Fei entered the hospital under the watchful eyes of a large number of players. He walked through the gray fog, and the dream dust falling from the air would automatically avoid him. The shadows inside the building would also recede like the tide as he passed by.

“Each time you clear a Nightmare, you can get closer to the shrine. The higher the difficulty of the Nightmare, the more steps you get after clearing it.” Han Fei is the only player in the main city who has cleared the eleventh level of Nightmare. After passing through the hospital lobby, he entered the corridor.

As he ascended floor by floor, Han Fei encountered no obstacles. He felt the oppressive aura emanating from the shrine on the top floor and walked faster and faster.

The gray fog thickened, concealing an extremely oppressive power. Occasionally, malevolent gazes would sweep over Han Fei, but none of this could stop Han Fei from moving forward.

A few minutes later, Han Fei arrived at the top floor, where the shrine was located at the end of the corridor, just a dozen meters away from him!

"Eleven shrines, enough for Da Xie to enjoy himself to the fullest."

Han Fei climbed the last step, and all the gray mist converged on him. He felt weightless, but this time Han Fei was perfectly clear-headed.

He could clearly feel his consciousness being dragged down by some kind of rule-based force, constantly sinking into the depths of the ocean of consciousness, which seemed to be the place where people dream.

Beautiful dreams are like stars in the sky, while nightmares are like a stinking swamp. Under the control of his dreams, Han Fei's consciousness sank into the deepest darkness of the swamp.

The bubble burst, and when Han Fei opened his eyes again, warm sunlight shone on his face.

"here it is……"

Car horns blared, and a cacophony of voices filled the air as Han Fei stood amidst the bustling city.

"The nightmare expands in size as it progresses, but isn't this nightmare a bit too large?"

Han Fei looked at his hands. This nightmare was more real than any other nightmare he had ever entered before. The city in front of him was no different from the real Shanghai. It was as if he had successfully exited the game and returned to reality.

"Something's not right, something's very wrong." Han Fei stood on the street. At that moment, the virtual screen of the skyscraper was broadcasting news. The gist of the news was that the first batch of players trapped in "Perfect Life" had been successfully rescued, and several major technology giants were joining forces to rescue the remaining players. The citizens were united and determined to overcome the difficulties.

The lives of the residents of Xinhu seemed to have returned to normal. There were no three major criminal organizations besieging the AI, nor was there any information related to ghosts or monsters. Everyone returned to their daily lives, and everything was slowly becoming normal again.

"Is the eleventh level of the nightmare a simulation of reality?" A guess surfaced in Han Fei's mind: "There are eleven shrines in the main city, and many players believe that the nightmare only has eleven levels. This news might even have been deliberately spread by the dream from the beginning. After the players actually enter the eleventh level of the nightmare, the dream will first arrange a more terrifying nightmare. After the players have barely survived, they will be pulled into this fictional reality! They will be made to believe that they have successfully exited the game, but in fact they are still trapped in the eleventh level of the nightmare!"

The malice of the dream once again refreshed Han Fei's understanding. That guy knew the weaknesses of human nature and kept toying with and tormenting the players in various ways.

The virtual screen was broadcasting the players' news in real time, and Han Fei also learned through the news that all the players had been arranged to receive treatment at the Ninth Hospital of Shanghai.

According to news reports, although the players successfully exited the game, they all suffered varying degrees of brain damage, and some of them also developed various mental and psychological problems, requiring treatment and recuperation to slowly recover.

The report also stated that some players, due to the intense stimulation, still experienced hallucinations and auditory hallucinations even after leaving the game, and even believed that ghosts existed in the world and that ghosts were all around them.

Authoritative experts have interpreted the incident, concluding that the players are simply not fully adapted to the vast difference between virtual and reality, and that all symptoms will improve over time.

"It sounds quite plausible. Players probably wouldn't expect that a dream could fabricate a city to deceive them. Now that players are portrayed as mentally unstable lunatics, even if they have doubts, it would be difficult for them to verify them."

In Han Fei's view, the hospital that specializes in treating players is not a normal hospital at all. Meng will use various means to make players lose their ability to doubt. After turning players into real madmen through drugs, mental intervention and other means, the players will be released from the hospital.

In other words, as long as players still harbor doubts about this world, they will be locked up in the hospital for life. Only after they completely believe in the dream and are successfully transformed by it will they be released from the hospital and live peacefully in the city built by the dream.

Entering the alley, Han Fei secretly took out the paper airplane given to him by Number Two. What puzzled him was that the paper airplane was not pointing in the direction of the Ninth Hospital of Shanghai, which meant that Huang Ying was not with the ordinary players and it seemed that he had already been discharged from the hospital.

"Let's go find Huang Ying first."

Guided by the paper airplane, Han Fei arrived at the edge of the city. Huang Ying also seemed to be moving, and the paper airplane kept changing direction.

As the sun was about to set, Han Fei finally found Huang Ying next to a dilapidated house in the old city.

Walking in the afterglow of the setting sun, Huang Ying seemed preoccupied, his gaze frequently drifting towards the house, as if he were undecided.

Han Fei didn't go out immediately; he sensed that Huang Ying's current state was a bit strange.

As the sun sank below the horizon and the streetlights came on, Huang Ying pushed open the door of the house.

The entryway was relatively normal, but as you walked further into the house, you would see an extremely terrifying scene.

The floor of the room was covered with black hair, which was wet and wriggling on the ground. Pairs of eyes opened on the tattered wallpaper, some of which were bloodshot and others were full of white.

Strange laughter emanated from the television, and the room resembled a dark vortex that would draw anyone who approached in.

The old-fashioned television screen flickered, the black and white static screen slowly returned to normal, and a video began playing showing a player growing up from infancy.

The seemingly heartwarming scene was being watched by countless eyes, and the black hair on the ground seemed to crawl up the television set like poisonous weeds, reaching into the screen.

The memories of being imprisoned on the television began to shatter. The black-haired people dismembered the people on the television screen, transporting the pieces of people out of the television screen bit by bit.

The unblemished chunks of flesh seemed to represent the player's memories; the black hair burrowed into the flesh, piecing the dismembered body back together.

In just a few minutes, the pieces of flesh were reassembled into a complete person.

He stood motionless in front of the television, manipulated by the black hair, like a puppet on strings.

The laughter slowly turned into crying. The person pieced together from minced flesh opened their eyes, walked blankly toward the wall, and met a pair of eyes.

A moment later, the confusion in the man's eyes disappeared, replaced by malice and terror.

Another laugh came from the television screen, and soon the second person who had been dismembered was pulled from memory, repeating the same process.

"What's being shown on TV seems to be the memories of a player from the Inevitable Truth series. I've met her before; her name is Xia Bing. Is the dream trying to use this method to copy the most unforgettable person from a player's memory, and then use these people to deceive the player? To keep them in this world forever?" Han Fei, who was in the distance, witnessed everything, but he didn't understand why Huang Ying was here.

One by one, the loved ones are created, hiding the malice in their eyes, gradually becoming just like the people in the player's memory.

After they were perfectly aligned, they walked out of that terrifying room, seemingly to prepare to carry out the task assigned by the dream.

Interestingly, the mannequins created by the dream become extremely respectful when they see Huang Ying, as if Huang Ying is a higher being than them.

Huang Ying ignored the mannequins and waited for them to leave before sitting alone on the sofa in the living room, staring at the television in front of him.

His eyes gradually changed, and images of his childhood memories began to appear on the television screen.

The initial scene was very heartwarming, and Huang Ying had the happiest childhood, until his mother drowned while trying to save him. That river in winter became a scene he could never forget.

With each recollection, the television screen flickers, as if Huang Ying is trying to freeze his memory at the moment before his mother's death, trying to pull her out of his memory. But no matter how hard he tries, his mother turns into black water droplets at the last moment before leaving the television.

Huang Ying's face gradually contorted, and his anger caused black flames to ignite behind him. The black hair around him hid in all directions, and the eyes on the walls quickly closed. The small house trembled.

Why can nightmares freely change other people's dreams, but they can't change the dreams in their own hearts?

A host of negative emotions surrounded Huang Ying; he looked resentful and pained.

"Brother Huang, want to have a drink?" Han Fei could sense that Huang Ying was not in a good condition, but he still decided to go over.

"Han Fei?" Huang Ying turned around abruptly, not expecting to encounter Han Fei here. "Are you a nightmare? Or..."

Han Fei casually took out the second paper airplane, the blood-stained airplane pointing directly at Huang Ying: "None of the players who entered the eleventh level of the nightmare came out, so I asked the second one to help me enter your nightmare."

"Did Number Two help you get in?" Huang Ying seemed to have lowered his guard, but in the next moment, he pulled out a strange and ugly knife from his inventory and stabbed it directly at Han Fei!

"To be reborn!"

A dazzling light flashed, but Han Fei did not swing his sword. He simply blocked Huang Ying's blade and said, "Brother Huang, calm down."

Seeing the glint of the blade formed by humanity, Huang Ying finally believed that the person in front of him was Han Fei. The tension in his eyes dissipated considerably, as if he had finally found his pillar of support.

"What's going on with this eleventh level of nightmare? Why aren't you with the other players?" Han Fei put away his past life and used his healing personality to help Huang Ying dispel the negative emotions around him.

"It's hard to explain in a few words. This nightmare is quite special; it's a factory that creates nightmares. That vicious guy is planning to turn all the players into the lowest level of nightmares, to be used by him." Huang Ying took off his shirt; his body had already begun to mutate!

(End of this chapter)