My Healing Games

Chapter 994 The Last Nightmare: I Hope You're Happy Every Day

In Han Fei's heart, the maniacal laughter was a special existence. That self who was always laughing hysterically carried the pain and despair of everyone. He always laughed hysterically, as if he could never be defeated.

Before Han Fei successfully usurped the throne, every time he logged into the game, a blood-soaked figure would stand behind him. In the blood-red city, the two stood back to back, relying on each other. Perhaps in their eyes, the other would never fall, and would always be trustworthy.

“I’ve always thought of maniacal laughter as an unspeakable god, but it’s actually just a human being like me, and it can feel pain and despair.”

Han Fei didn't know how long his maniacal laughter could last. He had to destroy all the shrines in the shallow world as soon as possible and rush back to the deep world, where his home and his family were.

"The dream is getting closer."

In movies, villains always give the protagonist all sorts of opportunities, but an opponent like Meng, once it sets its sights on a target, will use every means at its disposal without holding back.

The real world, the superficial world, and the deep world were all attacked.

Standing in the guild's headquarters, Han Fei seemed to see a giant black wave rising in the distance, and he had nowhere to hide.

A few hours later, the chaotic night finally ended, and Han Fei, along with his neighbors, arrived at the newbie village in the main city ahead of schedule.

As the sun rises at eight o'clock, newcomers log in one by one. Many of them struggle to even survive. Normally, they would never be able to afford an expensive gaming pod in their entire lives, and they could spend their whole lives trying to get here.

"Watch your surroundings! No players are allowed to approach!"

Han Fei's expression was extremely serious; the events that were happening in reality and the deeper world were putting immense pressure on him.

With two top-tier Hate Guardians and several large-scale Resentment Escorts, Han Fei and the other new players arrived. He gave them a general overview of the city and some basic operations. Then, he led everyone towards the central square of the main city.

The surviving players peeked from inside the buildings, unable to understand why so many newcomers were coming in to die. The main city was now like hell; any stranger they passed on the street could be a psychopathic killer, and even their most trusted companions could betray them. The bridges between people were collapsing.

The gray fog was dispelled by hatred, and there were two batches of new players logging in this time, totaling about five thousand people.

Their mental state clearly distinguishes them from ordinary people. As the owners of nightmares, they are bound by obsession and entanglement, and they also suffer unimaginable pain. Their lives are like lamp wicks soaked in despair, struggling to burn, not knowing when they will return to darkness.

The central square was rather deserted in the early morning. The massacre of the previous night made the players afraid to go out, and they were also unwilling to continue exploring the nightmare for the time being.

"Please wait here for a moment." Han Fei pushed Number Two, who was in a wheelchair, out of the building, and the two stopped under a giant screen that was displaying various nightmare information.

Within minutes, a new player was already sobbing uncontrollably because the giant screen was showing his story with his mother.

His mother is no longer here, and he can only hear her singing in his dreams. Encouraged by his mother, he goes out every day in his best condition, with a smile on his face, facing the sunshine.

“My mother is not a ghost. She chased you away because she was worried that I would be scared.”

"Yes, I know." Han Fei walked through the crowd and gently hugged the crying boy: "You'll see her soon."

"What do I need to do?" The new player wiped away his tears, his eyes shining as he looked at Han Fei, as if he could do anything.

"Just put your thoughts, what you want to say to the Nightmare Master, and all the emotions you've accumulated into this box." Number Two raised his hands, holding a cracked black box in his palms. Through the cracks, you could vaguely see that the inside of the box was pure white. "Don't resist my will. I will connect your fate with Han Fei and have him send all your thoughts to the Nightmare Master."

Number Two's voice reached the ears of every new player. Then, he carried the box past the players, watching as each hand touched the black box.

Black represents despair, white represents hope. Everyone uses their most precious memories to touch despair. Slowly, the black and white box begins to shrink, and many cracks are mended.

After player number two took the box back from the last player, the black and white box no longer showed any obvious cracks.

"Take it, carry it on your back." Number Two formally handed the box to Han Fei.

After Han Fei took the black and white box in place of Number Two, Number Two gently placed his hand on the box, looked at Han Fei's face for a long time, and said, "Can you promise me one thing?"

"You said."

"Let Zero live, okay?" Number Two seemed to have seen something, and this was the first time he spoke to Han Fei in an almost pleading tone.

Han Fei was a very intelligent man. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay."

Having received Han Fei's reply, Number Two seemed to have no more regrets. His eyes began to slowly disappear, followed by his ears and arms.

During the personality experiment, because Number Two exceeded all the experimenters' expectations, in order to restrain him, they first disabled him, then gouged out his eyes, then deprived him of his hearing and arms, and finally left him with only a brain placed in a jar.

Number Two in the wheelchair was disappearing smoothly, as if he had made a final decision, and all that disappeared was poured into the box in Han Fei's hand.

An indescribable aura began to emerge, and black and white beams of light shot into the sky, shattering the chains of fate that bound everyone in the city in an instant, and creating a huge hole in the gray fog that shrouded the sky.

"I'll send you into one last nightmare."

The sound faded away, leaving Han Fei with only a wheelchair in front of him. He held the black and white box in his hands and could feel a force forcibly changing his inevitable fate of death.

Picking up the box, Han Fei left the central square and headed towards the main city hospital.

All the players in the city watched him, and one by one, his neighbors walked behind him, merging into his ghostly markings and becoming a part of his life.

The gray mist gave way in front of Han Fei, who, carrying the black and white box, advanced forward under the pressure of eleven shrines.

He climbed the hospital stairs and arrived at the top floor of the hospital.

Approaching step by step, under the watchful eyes of countless players, Han Fei slowly lowered his hand holding the box, truly touching the shrine of dreams for the first time.

The vibrant world was swallowed by darkness, and nightmare bubbles tried to envelop Han Fei, but they all left after getting close to him.

The nightmare's owners seemed to sense a familiar aura from Han Fei, and even though they couldn't be sure, they still didn't want to harm him.

Falling deeper and deeper into darkness, growing colder and more desperate, the nightmare growing ever more intense.

No bubble stopped Han Fei, and he didn't know how long he had been falling until the splashing water made him see a faint light.

He lay on the sea, bubbles rising from the depths, each wave carrying a strange sound; this seemed to be the end of all nightmares.

……

"For someone like me, the sea has a special meaning."

Seawater rushed into Han Fei's ears, and a voice rang in his ears.

Opening his eyes, Han Fei saw an endless sea, larger than any of his previous nightmares.

The icy water soaked his body, and there was nothing around him. Han Fei struggled desperately, swimming in a certain direction, but no matter how hard he tried, the sea still seemed endless.

Gradually, he became exhausted and could no longer swim.

His body began to sink, and the seawater submerged his heart, his mouth, his eyes, and his ears.

“I have never believed in a God. If there is a God, why are there so many sad things? He allows sadness and pain. An unmerciful God is not the God I believe in.”

Every drop of seawater contains a sound, and no one knows who is speaking. These sounds seem to have been buried at the bottom of the sea, and only those who have sunk to the deep sea can hear them.

"I couldn't control my hands. I couldn't even hold a glass that was half full of water. It kept trembling. I looked everywhere for medicine, walking back and forth, walking back and forth."

"I wanted to lie in the rain, but when I fell, I landed in the sea. I didn't know who would come to save me. I watched myself drift further and further away from my old life."

"It feels like I haven't been happy in a long time. Is it that when I feel like crying, I should just cry?"

"I feel so bad, can you stay with me?"

"You don't really want to stay with me, do you? I'm a monster."

"I'm sorry, I can't take it anymore. Can I run away? I'm a little tired. I'm sorry."

It's raining heavily.

Han Fei was getting further and further away from the sea, his body was still sinking, he couldn't control himself, and he was surrounded by darkness.

“Those people’s voices keep coming to mind. I didn’t really want to jump; someone grabbed my hair.”

"It's so noisy. This empty room is so noisy. My hands are covered in my own hair. I've covered my ears, but it's still so noisy."

“There are endless tests every day, just like the stuffed animals I keep on my bed. They can’t eat, just like me, and I can’t help but want to pull them off when I’m getting IV fluids.”

"Later they confiscated my pen, so I pulled out a metal strip from my mask and used it to stab my wrists. The streaks of blood were like ripples, like ocean waves, and I felt like I could see that sea again."

Han Fei felt a tightness in his chest and pressure coming from all directions. His body was sinking, and although the feeling of suffocation wasn't intense, it was persistent and he couldn't shake it off.

"My life has become like the sea, with no direction at all. I want to open my heart and see what exactly is wrong with me."

"Breathing requires a lot of effort, living requires a lot of effort, and I also have to pretend to be normal."

“Nobody likes me when I’m terrible. They don’t have it easy either. There are many people who have suffered more than me. I shouldn’t be like this. I keep telling myself I shouldn’t be like this.”

"I will try my best not to be disliked by others and try not to affect others. I tell myself loudly that I am young and will not die."

"I try my best to smile, to adapt to life, and to put my loved ones at ease. I do my best to be a gentle person, hiding my arms covered in scabs and wearing long sleeves all year round."

As Han Fei continued to sink, he endured the ever-increasing feeling of suffocation. He had no idea how to get through this nightmare, and everything seemed to have no answers.

His skin turned pale, and his mind gradually became sluggish. Han Fei gritted his teeth to stay awake, trying his best to distinguish the sounds entering his ears.

The words that blended into the sea seemed to come from the ocean floor, or perhaps from the depths of his heart.

Looking down, there was a huge shadow in the deep sea, like a corpse floating in the sea, or like a deserted island.

“I deleted all the photos. I don’t want to see myself anymore, and I don’t want to be trapped here any longer.”

“I no longer confide in others or try to make them understand. I have become silent and quiet. I seem to be becoming more and more like this sea from which I cannot escape.”

"The white pills could make me fall asleep. I swallowed them very consciously, and I could feel them sliding down my esophagus. I gradually lost control of my body, and my vision became blurry. It was as if I was having that dream again."

"I sink into the deep sea, looking at myself, looking at you."

"I dreamed that I became the four seasons, my arms were covered with flowers, warm rain fell at my feet, and I melted the white snow and floated on the sea."

"I know I love this world deeply; it has given me everything I have, but it's time to say goodbye."

(End of this chapter)