My Healing Games

Chapter 990 The Deadly Trap Set by Nightmare
The top leaders of the top 100 guilds all expressed their gratitude to Huang Ying, and everyone took this opportunity to discuss the future again.

Han Fei did not participate in the meeting; he had other important things to do.

Quietly leaving the Happiness Community residence, Han Fei delivered the black and white fragments he had brought from the eleventh-level nightmare to the central square.

The game helmet in the eleventh-level nightmare was pieced together from black fragments. After the dream dissipated, a considerable number of fragments were left behind, enough for Number Two to piece together some things this time.

Upon entering the second private room, Han Fei couldn't find a place to stand because the floor was covered with a thick layer of documents.

"Go ahead and step on it. I've already looked at all that information; it's worthless." Number Two seemed to have sensed Han Fei's presence long ago. His expression was serious, and his gaze towards Han Fei was somewhat strange: "Did you absorb something in your nightmare?"

"How did you know?" Han Fei hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem yet. He sat next to Number Two and said, "It seems that Number Zero and I have some kind of connection with the consciousness of the First Demon. In the eleventh level of the nightmare, I absorbed the blood of the First Demon."

“The blood of the first generation of demons…” A trace of sympathy flashed in Number Two’s eyes. This child, who was even smarter than the AI, rarely showed his emotions, so any subtle change in his expression would make Han Fei feel uneasy.

"What exactly happened? My fate was changed after I absorbed the blood of the first demon?" Han Fei pressed.

Number Two pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and then looked up at Han Fei: "Your fate has vanished."

"Even you can't see through my fate?"

"No." Number Two shook his head: "You will soon face true death, your soul scattered, all traces of you erased from the world, as if... you never existed."

Hearing Number Two's words, Han Fei was stunned. He had just learned the secret of the first generation of ghosts and had received help from Fu Sheng's eldest son. Everything seemed to be getting better, but Number Two suddenly said that he would die.

"Is my life already on a countdown?"

"kindness."

"It doesn't matter. If I die, I'll die. As long as I live, I'll do my best." Han Fei spread his hands, showing no fear.

"I thought you would ask me how much longer you can live?" Number Two did not expect Han Fei to be so calm. Death, soul scattering, and being forgotten by everyone could not shake the young man in front of him.

"Knowing the specific date is meaningless; it only increases fear. It's better to fight to the end, so that even if we die, we won't regret it." Han Fei held the black and white fragments in his hands, trying to piece them together, but the fragments belonged to different people, and brute force was not enough to fuse them.

“Even if you asked me for the specific date, I wouldn’t tell you.” Number Two seemed a little tired. He leaned back in his chair and said as if talking to himself, “From the moment you entered the shrine of Fu Sheng’s eldest son, the fate of many people in this city has been changed. Dreams no longer hold back, and that most vicious and unspeakable one will do everything in his power to deal with you.”

"I won't sit idly by and wait to die." Han Fei's eyes burned with the flames of greed. His ambition drove him forward. He dreamed of killing him, and he also wanted to make Meng's soul vanish.

Number Two saw through Han Fei's thoughts. He opened his mouth to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he changed his mind: "I have also made mistakes, so the fate I see is not necessarily the future. But one thing is certain, the dream's revenge on you has already begun."

No sooner had Number Two finished speaking than Han Fei received a message from Bai Xian, asking him to go to a hotel near Happiness Community immediately, as a guest from afar was looking for him.

After putting down the black and white fragments, Han Fei covered his body with his black robe. Just as he was about to leave, Number Two spoke again: "You'd better find some time to go back to reality."

"Back to reality?"

"The easiest way to kill you is not in the deeper world, but in reality. Dreams will stop at nothing, and you may already be being targeted."

"I'll log out of the game once I'm done with my work."

"By the way, I 'borrowed' a small box for transmitting information from the head of Deep Space Technology. The information inside can help you." Number Two handed a brand-new white box to Han Fei: "I have examined almost all the nightmares above the third level and found information on most of the nightmare owners. Some of their family members are still alive. You can contact them through this information."

"Even if we find those people, what's the use?" Han Fei took the white box. "Do you want to bring them all into the game? That's a huge undertaking."

“Nightmares may be terrifying, but they are also a bridge across life and death, allowing them to see each other and awakening their conscience and humanity.” Number Two said no more and gestured for Han Fei to leave.

They hurried back, but the Happy Community was surrounded by players. It was obvious that the guest who wanted to meet Han Fei did not want to be discovered by the players, which was why he chose another place to meet.

Upon knocking on the hotel room door, Han Fei quickly sensed something was wrong. A faint smell of blood lingered in the air, and even with the heater on, the temperature inside the hotel was much lower than outside.

"Han Fei, over here!" Bai Xian arrived ahead of time and led Han Fei to room 001.

Behind the wooden door, stained with blood, stood the severely injured Paradise Ghost Manager, Dead Building Residents, and Paper Money Merchant.

"Why are you two here?" Han Fei had wanted the ghost manager to oversee things in the park, but he didn't expect him to come to the shallow world through the passage.

"The unspeakable forces in the deeper world launched an attack on us. The passage was almost taken away, and the night watchman lost an arm." The ghost manager looked terrible. He seemed to have returned to many years ago, to the time when Xin Hu first faced a major disaster.

"Did the dream make a move?" Han Fei frowned. He had just broken the rules of the nightmare, and the unspeakable in the deeper world immediately began to act. Both sides were very decisive, without any delay or hesitation.

"It's not a dream, but the dream is almost here." The ghost manager pushed the merchant forward. The greedy merchant pulled out a handful of paper money from his huge pocket, and then took out several oil paintings that exuded hatred: "These paintings were given to you by the painter at the plastic surgery hospital. You can go and feel them for yourself."

Han Fei picked up the first oil painting, and the scene in the painting appeared around him. He saw the night sky of the deep world stained red with blood, and maniacal laughter enveloped the areas that Han Fei occupied.

But beyond those areas, terrifying auras flickered in the darkness, while dream dust danced on the distant horizon, and a massive, pitch-black nightmare wave surged from the core of the deep world.

Picking up the second painting, Han Fei saw a tall, thin man standing at the entrance of the amusement park. Everything about him was blood red, and his whole body seemed to be made of blood.

Zhuang Wen, fueled by hatred, only fought him once before her soul shattered into pieces. Zhuang Wen paid a heavy price, but the blood-soaked man was unharmed. Only the curse of the Death Tower caused him some trouble.

The unspeakable terrifying aura emanating from the man transformed into a blood mist, and all the buildings shrouded in the mist seemed to come alive, turning into monsters controlled by the blood-soaked man.

The outer defenses of the amusement park were thus breached, and it wasn't until the maniac laughed and manipulated the power of the amusement park's shrine that the blood man was finally suppressed.

Unfortunately, at the same time, a gigantic black beast climbed up the skyscraper. The monster seemed to represent the remaining bestiality in the hearts of all living people—violent, angry, and extremely aggressive.

It took the combined efforts of the giant demon and Teacher Li Xue to barely stop it. In the life-or-death struggle, the giant beast was not seriously injured, but Teacher Li Xue had one of her arms bitten off.

Even more terrifying is that the wounds from being bitten by the giant beast could not heal, and it seemed that Teacher Li Xue's hand was forever sealed inside the beast's belly.

Then Han Fei picked up the last oil painting: the butcher's house in Animal Alley had been converted into a small restaurant.

This restaurant, which only opens late at night, has no customers, no chefs, and no ingredients; there is only a shrine built with curses.

Compared to Fu Sheng and Gao Xing's shrines, this shrine is like a newborn child, with the divine markings not yet fully imprinted and the faces of the statues very blurry.

"Xu Qin?" Han Fei remembered that he had casually mentioned to Xu Qin before that he wanted to open a delicatessen with her. He hadn't taken it to heart, but Xu Qin remembered it well.

A chilling atmosphere permeates the oil painting. Outside the restaurant in Animal Alley, a blurry shadow stands. No one can see its true form, but can only sense the various negative emotions emanating from it.

This shadow was also unspeakable; it was attracted by the curse on Xu Qin, so it set its sights on the shrine that was still under construction inside the restaurant.

If it weren't for her maniacal laughter scaring away the blood-soaked figure and her timely arrival, Xu Qin's shrine would surely have been destroyed by the shadows.

"The three are unspeakable?" Han Fei looked at the painter's oil painting, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles making a cracking sound.

For both the dream and the ghosts of the deeper world, this was merely a test between them.

The true form of the dream hasn't even appeared yet, but all of Han Fei's resources have already been exposed. What awaits Han Fei and his group next may be true destruction.

Han Fei shattered the shrine that Dream had placed in the shallow world, and Dream was about to take revenge in its own home, the deep world. A storm was about to break, and giant waves were about to surge, determined to drown Paradise.

“Based on my estimation, Dream will arrive in just three nights at most. Knowing it as I do, once it sets its sights on a target, it will bite down hard and never let go. So don’t have any illusions; you must be prepared to confront Dream head-on.” The Ghost Manager knew Han Fei was under a lot of pressure, but he had to tell Han Fei the truth: “You need to hurry up and destroy the shrine that Dream placed in the shallow world. Don’t let the living people trapped here become a burden to you; instead, find a way to make them your help.”

"I'm also trying very hard to win them over."

"It's not just them, but also those people in reality." The ghost manager was a contemporary of Fu Sheng, and he knew very well how the amusement park operated back then: "No matter what your final choice is, at least you've taken this step to protect people in reality from being disturbed by ghosts and gods, so those you're protecting should help you!"

"You want me to be like Fu Sheng, to rely on the power of reality?"

“Don’t underestimate the faith and obsession of the living. We can only overcome this difficulty by pooling all our strength.” The ghost manager looked at Han Fei very seriously: “I’m not here to send you back to the Deep World to help, but to send you to do your job as soon as possible, destroy all the shrines in the dream world, and get more help in reality.”

"Can people in reality help us fight against dreams?" Han Fei still remembered Fu Sheng's nightmare. After Fu Sheng sacrificed himself to seal off all the passages, the living people on the ground betrayed him without hesitation and tore up the agreement.

"The reason dreams are so powerful and frightening is because they can grow infinitely, constantly collecting and feeding nightmares to gain power, and the source of this power lies in reality. If we can rescue those trapped in nightmares, the power of dreams will be weakened. Saving one or two people has a very small impact on dreams, but what if we help hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of people escape nightmares?" The Ghost Manager placed his hands on Han Fei's shoulders, looking at Han Fei's face: "Now only you can make a change. Don't let the darkness of this world blind you; use these eyes to pursue the light."

The ghost manager earnestly instructed Han Fei, knowing how crazy people could be for profit, and that Han Fei's chosen path was different from that of the black box's previous owner. Therefore, he worried that Han Fei would deviate from his original path and be forced to destruction.

"The merchant can stay here. The three oil paintings he brought are imbued with the painter's hatred and talent. The patterns on the paintings will keep changing, and you can see scenes from the deeper world through those paintings."

After finishing speaking, the ghost manager prepared to leave. He had a way of passing through the gray fog of dreams without being detected.

“It’s difficult to weaken Meng’s strength. That guy is best at manipulating people’s hearts. He won’t let me succeed easily.” Han Fei also thought that what Ghost Manager said made sense. After sending messages to Huang Ying and Number Two, he began to look for missions in the main city.

A few hours later, Han Fei's exit button lit up successfully, and he hid in the second private room and left the game.

As the crimson light descended, Han Fei felt a sense of comfort during the game's exit process. The crimson light covering the entire city resonated with the blood within his body, as if Han Fei and this crimson world were one.

Before he could fully process what was happening, Han Fei was back in reality. He took off his gaming helmet, and the moment he pushed open the gaming pod, the scene from his nightmare seemed to become reality.

His room was filled with living people, including police officers, senior executives from Deep Space Technology, and many professionals.

"It matches the anonymous message we received perfectly! Han Fei is the only player who can quit the game!"

"That false information from the Deep World was sent by him! His gaming pod was activated during the data backup process!"

"Does this mean that the other reports in the anonymous messages are also true?"

He stole the black box left behind by the late chairman of Yong Sheng Pharmaceuticals! He is the third super criminal hidden in Xin Hu!

(End of this chapter)