My Healing Games

Chapter 816 The Unspeakable Horror

“I am an extremely proud person, but I always feel inferior when I see you. This feeling is rooted deep in my soul, but I have never told you about it.”

“I used to think that kind of abnormal love was terrifying, but after getting close to you, I realized why he was so deeply involved and couldn’t extricate himself.”

"Don't look at me like I'm trash. I just said everything that was on his mind."

The dean had no idea what Han Fei was hiding, so he blurted out all his emotions, embellishing the story.

A cold, evil glint flashed in his eyes. The evil soul would stop at nothing to do anything. With such a perfect freeloader right in front of him, he really wanted to force Han Fei to eat him. He wished he could tie Han Fei up and throw him into Xu Qin's kitchen tonight.

It doesn't matter who eats whom, or how they eat them—whether they're braised or fried—as long as I can cling to their coattails, that's enough.

In his view, this might be the only use of that ordinary soul.

……

Han Fei, whose soul had been severely damaged, shuddered. It seemed that some bad people were after him.

Holding the tattered, blood-red paper figure, the other party wanted to tell Han Fei something, but because it was too badly injured, the blood on its body was rapidly draining away.

"Just being glanced at by a god feels like my soul is being sucked away. The gap between me and the unspeakable is indeed too great."

Han Fei now fully understands why Fu Sheng would give up everything and choose to become the Unspeakable. This power is too tempting. If Han Fei had the chance to master this power, he might also choose to fall into the depths forever and become a taboo in the mouths of the hundred ghosts.

The group arrived at the fiftieth floor together, stood on the boundary constructed of corpses, and looked at the absurd world created by God.

"What's that painted on the wall?" Han Fei noticed something interesting. Da Nie, who was usually fearless, was carrying Han Fei on his back and carefully walking in the middle of the 50th-floor corridor, not daring to touch the walls on either side. You see, Da Nie used to be reckless and would carve out a path even if there wasn't one.

“It must be an unspeakable curse left behind. I’ve seen similar patterns on fanatics.” Ji Zheng took out his camera and took a few photos of the wall. “There are no living people on the fiftieth floor. It’s restored to the original appearance of the building. I’ve heard people say that anyone who stays on the fiftieth floor for more than ten minutes will be left here forever.”

Mr. Mo looked up at the corpses fused with the walls around him: "The rumors must be true. Have you noticed that the walls are slowly approaching us, as if they're preparing to crush us?"

"Should we go downstairs now?" Li Rou was very worried about Han Fei's injuries. As a half-deformed ghost, she had always been treated as a monster by the natives, and only Han Fei treated her as a real person.

“Li Xue’s teacher is fighting against the power left behind by the gods all by himself. I don’t know how he, as an ordinary person, obtained that power, but I can imagine the price he paid and the pressure he endured. In this deep world, the only people who can help him now are us.”

Han Fei had too many reasons to continue his ascent; he could not stop.

An extremely terrifying power was growing in the corridors on both sides of the building. The forbidden power had gone out of control. Han Fei and his group dared not walk in the corridors. After circling around, they arrived at the elevator lobby on the fiftieth floor.

Han Fei's elevator card could only take them to the 49th floor. Only those recognized by the gods could reach the 50th floor, which was both a graveyard for all rebels and a transit station for fanatical believers of the gods.

"Our elevator cards can't access areas above the 50th floor..."

Just as he was worrying, Han Fei suddenly noticed that the door to elevator number 19 could not be closed. He went over to take a look and saw that the elevator door had been violently damaged and the elevator car seemed to be stuck on a certain floor.

With half his body inserted into the elevator shaft, Han Fei saw the elevator from this angle for the first time. He realized that the so-called elevator was not a "dead object" at all, but a series of huge heads.

Taking the elevator is like walking into their mouths, where these giant human-head balloons carry you up and down.

A deathly pale face, a foul-smelling, rotting mouth, gouged-out facial features, and divine curses covering its entire body—this is the elevator's true form.

The other elevator cars are still the same, but elevator car number 19 seems to have been "killed" by some force.

“If the gods die, all illusions may shatter, and this building made of human bones will reveal its most cruel side.” Mr. Mo was still sighing when Han Fei had Da Nie carry him into the elevator shaft.

"What are you doing?"

"Go up from here." Han Fei found a special path instead of the usual route.

"Are you sure this road is passable?" Even Ji Zheng, a night patrol officer, didn't dare to follow.

"You've already said this is a road, so what are you afraid of? Follow me and hurry up!" Han Fei had Da Nie lead the way, climbed into the elevator shaft, and saw thick scabs and various strange blood worms crawling inside the "shaft".

The bloodstain was pierced, and it was as if a hornet's nest had been stirred up. Countless strange insects crawled out from the depths of the blood scab. Any other resentment would probably have been devoured, but Da Nie was an exception.

All the strange insects dared not approach the Great Evil, just like back on the Lake God Island in Fu Sheng's memory shrine, where the Great Evil, born from the human-faced pupa, innately suppressed all the strange insects.

"Come here quickly!"

Da Nie pried open the elevator door on the 51st floor. Mr. Mo and the others were extremely shocked. Urged on by Han Fei, they mustered their courage and climbed onto Da Nie's back, entering the 51st floor through the elevator shaft.

"This road is good, quiet and not crowded. We'll take this route from now on."

After Da Nie left the elevator shaft, all the soul worms and blood worms burrowed back into the blood sludge, making them completely invisible at a glance.

"People on the lower 50 floors say that the upper 50 floors are heaven, but there doesn't seem to be anything special about this place."

The area below the 50th floor is very similar to the old city of Shanghai decades ago. Above the 50th floor, all sorts of new-era things begin to appear. Technological development has changed life, but it has also brought a whole new kind of terror.

Doors have been replaced with electronic locks, and the monitors occasionally blink on their own. Everything is moving forward, but what remains unchanged is the ever-decreasing sense of happiness and the growing sense of despair.

However, one thing cannot be denied: the fifty levels are gradually merging with reality. Perhaps for the people in the deeper world, reality represents heaven.

"Don't be careless. Don't believe anything you see. Those walls made of corpses are the real ones. These are just what the gods want us to see. Don't get too caught up in them." Mr. Mo tried to push open the door next to him. There were traces of people living in the apartment room everywhere, but there wasn't a single living person in the room, only paper figures.

The fathers, mothers, and children made of scrap paper were in different places inside the house. They seemed to have been doing their own things, but they stopped moving temporarily because Mr. Mo suddenly opened the door.

"The entire 51st floor is made of paper figures?"

The fiftieth floor marks the beginning of a deity's transformation; the fifty-first floor is the first level after a turning point in a deity's life, and it holds special significance for the deity.

"That false god seems to have lost all his family. All he has left are the toys he made and some mannequins that he calls his father and mother." Ji Zheng took out his camera to take a picture when he suddenly saw that the paper figure that had been looking down was now turning its head to face him.

The eyes of all the paper figures in the room had been gouged out, leaving two deep holes on their faces. But those two holes filled Ji Zheng with a deep sense of fear.

"Should we kill these paper figures, or leave them alone?"

"They all seem to be obedient toys in the hands of the gods." Han Fei carried the blood-red paper figure into the house. He grabbed the child paper figure's hand and used the secret of touching the depths of the soul.

Confusion, obedience, an empty self...

What is certain is that the soul of a child is trapped inside the paper figure's body. That child has lost all emotions, and in a sense, he is indeed no different from the paper figure.

"Does an ordinary person have to become an absolutely obedient paper doll if they want to live on the 50th floor?" This is not just about having one's edges smoothed out by life, but about having one's soul directly transformed into a puppet.

Han Fei did not kill the paper figures. Countless paper figures were hiding on the entire floor, making it too difficult to kill them all.

"The evil soul is expanding too slowly. I need to find the other brain fragments of Number Two as soon as possible. If I want to help Li Xue's teacher, Number Two must be involved." Han Fei was walking in the corridor when suddenly a drop of black rain fell on the back of his hand. He looked up in a daze. He was clearly in the corridor, so why was there a raindrop on him?
"It's such a strange feeling. After coming to this level, the sense of separation between reality and the deeper world has almost disappeared. It's like I've returned to reality. Will I be unable to distinguish between reality and the deeper world if this continues?"

Staring at the black raindrops that were rapidly disappearing from the back of his hand, Han Fei had a very bad feeling. It seemed that some unexpected things had happened not only in the deep world, but also in reality.

As he drew closer to the unspeakable power, every aspect of his being began to be affected by it. It wasn't a specific attack, but rather a kind of indescribable sense of despair.

"The first fifty floors are like a livestock pen, while the last fifty floors are the entrance to the unspeakable home."

(End of this chapter)