My Healing Games

Chapter 786 I am the rule of Red Alley
After entering the skyscraper, Han Fei completed his first mission. Although it was just a normal mission, he still received double experience points because it was in a hidden map.

“E-level missions are usually related to hatred, and there’s something else hidden behind this Ghost Craftsman case.” Han Fei glanced at the order in his arms. The person who ordered clothes from Ghost Craftsman must be someone filled with hatred.

"Skyscrapers are unspeakable territory, and it's perfectly normal for there to be hatred in this building. It's just that I can't be sure how many people harbor hatred in there right now."

"The tenth work of the gods, 'Listening to the Truth,' is already an enormous amount of resentment. Does that mean all the works from the ninth onwards are filled with hatred?"

The skyscraper is the most unique map Han Fei has ever entered. All the monsters inside are different from those in other parts of the Deep World, such as the master of the Red Alley. Its strength is between that of a medium-sized and a large-sized resentment, but it possesses special abilities and intelligence, and is even able to create a special floor like the Red Alley.

The ghosts and monsters outside are dominated by resentment and hatred, but the ghosts and monsters here, though they are so perverse as to be outrageous, remain conscious.

Blood dripped from the ceiling onto Han Fei's shoes, and he put away the clothes he had made.

"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained a special E-grade item - The Ghost's New Clothes (Torn)."

"The Ghost's New Clothes (Torn): Wearing human skin will change your appearance. Wearing this garment will subject you to constant torment from the dead, but you will also gain some of their power."

"Note! Adding different skins can make this outfit even more perfect."

Han Fei put the Craftsman's New Clothes into his inventory and glanced around indifferently.

Red Alley was ravaged by blood; even without the red lights, the area is now a blood-red mess.

The guests who were venting their desires and the thugs who were maliciously controlled were all killed, and those left behind by Han Fei still retained some humanity.

“From now on, Sister Hong is the master of Red Alley, and you must follow her arrangements.” Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to check each person one by one.

There are now only seven survivors left in the depths of the Red Alley, five women and two men. Han Fei cannot trigger any missions with them, but one of the survivors brings Han Fei an unexpected surprise.

"Attention player number 0000! You have discovered a special resident—Li Rou."

"Li Rou (Daughter of the Deformed Demon): As a child born in the hidden map, she is a very special existence. Her mother turned into a deformed demon when she gave birth to her, so she has both the characteristics of a deformed demon and the appearance of a human.

Danger level: Low.

"Beware! Killing, reproducing, and eating will make her stronger, and the danger level will continue to increase."

Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to lift the black cloth covering Li Rou's head. The left half of her face was beautiful, fair and gentle, but the right half of her face had bulging blood vessels, making her look ferocious and terrifying.

"Some people like her just the way she is, and she has an exceptionally strong ability to recover. No matter how badly she is injured, she can recover by the next day. That's why Ma Zi keeps her here and often sends her to see the most brutal and bloodthirsty customers," a girl next to Li Rou whispered. She and Li Rou seemed to have a good relationship.

"I understand." Han Fei examined Li Rou's face and took out a pig's heart that could restore health from his inventory: "Eat this, and you won't be hurt anymore. I will take you to hurt others."

With the power of words, a throat kissed by a devil, and the characteristics of the Guifu profession, Li Rou's friendliness towards Han Fei increased by one point after he fed her pig's heart.

When he threw the customer who had bullied Li Rou in front of her, allowing her to retaliate as she pleased, Li Rou's friendliness level increased again.

Then Han Fei led everyone to the room of the Red Alley Master and told them that the Red Alley Master was dead and that no one would force or exploit them anymore. Li Rou's favorability rating increased once again.

Because they have been struggling and crying out in the darkness, they yearn for light. But because they are repeatedly pushed into despair, they slowly become numb. What they need is someone who is truly willing to help them, not just with verbal promises, but with actions to prove it. Han Fei did everything he asked.

"From now on, you'll follow me. I'll take you to higher floors so you'll never be bullied again." Han Fei never considered himself a completely good person. To outsiders, what he was doing now seemed more like a devil crawling out of hell—killing, seducing, and expanding wildly. But undeniably, he brought a glimmer of hope to those who had been exploited.

"Let's go, let's integrate the sixth floor first." Han Fei intended to cultivate Li Rou. He encouraged Li Rou to kill, and taught her fighting skills in battle, so that she could learn to use every part of her body to attack the enemy.

Previously, Li Rou was merely a toy with a strong ability to recover, but now she is gradually transforming into a terrifying and dangerous deformed demon.

“You are not a monster. Those who say you are a monster are the monsters. Their hearts are filthy and ugly, and their souls are disgusting. Believe me, I will not lie to you.”

Starting from the room at the deepest part of Red Alley, Han Fei searched every room carefully, leaving no one unchecked.

He disrupted the order established by the owner of Red Alley and prepared to build new rules.

Previously, Red Alley was synonymous with desire and filth. Han Fei was determined to change this situation and turn it into a source of bloodshed and terror.

"The only gambling den on the sixth floor is ahead. I suggest we don't destroy that corridor. The gambling den doesn't care who owns this floor; they only cater to gamblers." Sister Hong, who was leading the way, pointed to a dirty, muddy corridor. At the entrance of the corridor hung two white lanterns with the word "gambling" written on them.

The guest rooms on both sides of the corridor were empty, with only an elderly blind merchant squatting in a corner.

"I'll go take a look." Han Fei and Sister Hong entered the gambling den side by side. The interior was very simply furnished, with a few black wooden tables and a huge counter.

At first glance, these things seem unremarkable, but if you lift the curtain in the middle of the living room and walk further in, everything will change.

The strange fragrance of blood smoke wafted through the air. Behind the curtain, several people lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies covered in red mold, and it seemed as if blood-red worms were swimming in the blood vessels beneath their skin.

“Blood smoke erodes the soul. Prolonged smoking of blood smoke will cause blood spots and bloodworms in the body, eventually turning it into a nest of bloodworms and mold. New tobacco leaves are harvested from them,” Sister Hong whispered to Han Fei. “These people must have lost their bets, paying with their lives to the gambling den. They're probably not the worst off; some gamblers end up as food…”

Heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the living room, and chains rattled.

A moment later, a fat man, covered in fat, led a man out with a chain.

"You look unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?" The fat man's voice was high-pitched and cold, quite unlike his physique.

"Do you own this gambling den?" Han Fei casually wiped the bloodstains from his hands, sat down at the gambling table, and tossed the dice around.

"I'll take charge of the business." The fat man moved slowly like a mountain of flesh, giving off a very intimidating vibe: "What do you want to play? I can bet anything here."

"Since you're only in charge of operations, then forget it." Han Fei's killing intent lessened somewhat. There were gambling dens on other floors as well. If he destroyed the gambling den on the sixth floor, the people from the gambling dens on the other floors would come over. There was no need to clash with them for the time being.

"Stop calculating! You're already here, why not play a couple of rounds?" The fat man seemed to notice Han Fei was wavering, so he laughed and loosened the chain in his hand: "The rules of the gambling den are simple. Two dogs fight each other, and the bet is on who survives last. If you win, you take the reward; if you lose, it doesn't matter, you'll just go from being a human to a dog."

"It seems that in this place, rational retreat is seen as weakness." Han Fei's lips curled into a sickly smile: "I can bet with you, but I'll have to send my little pet into the game."

"Your pet?" The fat man's small eyes swept over Sister Hong, the old man, and Li Rou. He didn't care about the group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people. "Sure, bring your dog over."

Holding the iron chain, the fat man opened the door to the gambling den's cubicle. Inside were locked-up residents, some covered in wounds, some with severe physical deformities, and others with their bodies covered by black cloth, only their numbers showing.

"Entering here means the betting begins. You're betting on your own dog to win, right?" The fat man's eyes were full of sarcasm. "Then I'll bet on the dogs here to win."

His fat hand closed the iron gate inside the gambling den, cutting off Han Fei and his group's escape route. Then he opened a small door that could only allow one person to pass through at a time: "Let your dog go in."

Greedy eyes swept over Sister Hong and Li Rou. Just as Fatty was wondering who Han Fei would throw into that cubicle, he suddenly saw Han Fei walk towards that small door by himself.

"Your dog is yourself? Hahahaha!" The fat man laughed, his whole body shaking with laughter. In his opinion, only the lowest-ranking people in the building would become dogs.

Han Fei stopped beside the small door, tilting his head to examine the interior of the compartment: "If we put Da Nie in, I'm a little uneasy without Da Nie in case Fatty suddenly attacks. But what if we put in other pets and they lose?"

After thinking for a moment, Han Fei knew what to do.

He pressed down on the door panel of the cubicle and touched the ghost pattern.

The hideous ghostly patterns exuded an extreme evil aura, and the enormous shadow resembled a giant whale leaping out of the abyss!

"Oh!"

The Great Demon smashed through the wall of the cubicle, its soul poison splattering everywhere. Its nearly five-meter-long body almost crushed the "human dogs" kept by the gambling den.

The fat man could no longer laugh; his mouth was open and he couldn't close it.

His original plan was to have all the gambling den's dogs attack together, and as long as the gambling den's dogs won, he would win, since he had the advantage no matter how you looked at it.

“It’s pathetic that you’ve sold your souls to the gambling den. Let me help you find liberation.”

Screams erupted instantly; this was the banquet of the Great Sinner.

However, the screams only lasted for three minutes before the gambling den's cubicle fell into complete silence.

The giant monster crawled out from the pile of broken limbs and bricks and came up behind Han Fei. Its eyes, filled with calamity and misfortune, stared greedily at the fat man.

"It seems like I won." Han Fei and Da Nie walked towards the fat man at the same time. The fat man, who was like a mountain of flesh, kept retreating until his body hit the table and he fell to the ground.

"You, you won. This money is your reward."

The fat man pulled out a small bag of bone coins and handed it to Han Fei, but Han Fei casually threw the money into the giant monster's mouth without even blinking: "I paid such a huge price to summon it, and this is all the reward you give me?"

"I've given you everything I could. Gambling dens have their rules." The fat man's face jiggled as he leaned against the wall, with nowhere to run.

"Gambling houses have their rules, but you should know that Red Alley also has its rules." Han Fei waved his hand, and Da Nie opened his mouth full of soul poison and stretched it toward the fat man's head: "A bet is a bet, and I need you to do a few things for me."

(End of this chapter)