My Healing Games

Chapter 818 Mitosis
The taboo is the most feared existence of all the residents in the building. They are fearless and dare to challenge even the gods. Whenever the taboo appears, at least an entire floor will be sacrificed.

The King of Clubs in the chubby boy's hand was deformed; he never imagined that the taboo would appear on his level.

The paper figures blocking the way were easily torn to shreds, and the black fire trampled on the gods' toys, while the woman in red moved about as if no one was there.

"Why are you looking for me? Why does all this bad luck have to come to me! I haven't done anything wrong!" The child hid behind his paper-figure parents. He was incredibly innocent, having been "protected" by his parents since childhood and by his friends as he grew up.

Under the deliberate coddling of his best friend, he became a delicate flower in a greenhouse. His friend deprived him of his independence and the ability to endure pain, leaving him only with endless pleasure and joy.

The boy remained the same until his death; he never grew up, he would only ever cry and wet his pants, and he would always hide behind others.

The hand stained with black fire pressed down on the paper doll's head, and the flames mixed with the curse instantly burned through its body. A tattered, festering heart fell to the ground, much like the many-times-mended ball in the boy's hand.

"What are you! Get away! Get away!" The boy, wearing pants soaked with urine, abandoned his paper doll mother and scrambled away.

The black fire burned ever brighter, and the woman followed the boy at a leisurely pace. The curse on her body silently filled the tear in her sleeve as he wailed and fixed her makeup.

……

Upon hearing the boy's screams, Han Fei not only did not stop, but urged Da Nie to hurry up.

The northernmost passageways on the 51st floor were covered with talismans, as if this area had been sealed off.

"Sealing the taboo is difficult, but releasing it should be very simple."

The paper figure didn't chase after him, and Han Fei breathed a long sigh of relief. He slid off Da Nie's back and looked at the doors.

In the deeper world, most talismans and incantations are merely decorative; they have no effect on ghosts or monsters and can only serve as a form of psychological comfort.

Han Fei reached out to tear off the talisman on the door, but as soon as his hand touched the talisman, he suddenly felt dizzy. He turned his head and saw that the lights in the corridor were distorted, the originally ordinary ground began to tilt, and the doors looked like faces of people crying.

He bit his tongue lightly, but the pain couldn't bring Han Fei to his senses. His vision blurred, and through the haze, he saw a dark figure standing at the end of the corridor.

He couldn't see the face clearly, nor could he see the clothes the other person was wearing, but the other person gave Han Fei an extremely familiar feeling.

The dark figure walked towards Han Fei. As he took a step, all the talismans in the corridor seemed to be blown by the night wind, making a rustling sound like a rushing river.

"Number two?"

The shadowy figure beckoned to Han Fei. Unable to get close to Han Fei, he could only send Han Fei to him.

Han Fei forcefully tore off the talisman paper from the door, but the world in his eyes did not return to normal; the process of sliding into the abyss was irreversible.

Most of the other residents in the building would panic and flee at this moment, waving their hands and grabbing anything they could hold onto, but Han Fei opened his arms and ran madly toward the abyss.

As the talismans were torn off one by one, Han Fei was a little confused about whether the building or the world was tilting.

He moved through the sealed corridor, past all the sealed doors, listening to the adults inside telling stories of the night and chanting the names of the new gods.

"Is this the power of the forbidden? It makes people want to get closer, to be assimilated, to give everything, and to worship."

Behind each door lies a home, and within each home resides its own memories. These rooms are like treasure boxes, connected together to form a forbidden treasure chest.

The children chatted and laughed, the adults cried and made a fuss, and death became a wind-up frog, hopping around in different rooms.

Tearing off the talisman, Han Fei chased after the shadows. The door to the room behind him was slowly pushed open, and fragments of memories about death slipped out from inside.

This forbidden entity, sealed on the fifty-first floor, possesses abilities related to death. It can collect the memories of the dead and materialize them into its own imagined form.

“Death is the end of life, the place where all souls begin their journey. The abilities associated with death are terrifying, and it’s no wonder that the gods imprisoned this taboo.”

The shadow that had once beckoned to Han Fei reappeared, leading him through one corner after another. Just as the building and the world were about to tilt completely, Han Fei saw a peculiar door.

That door exists in the corner of the world; it's impossible to hide such a room in a normal floor. It can't be seen from any angle; it's like an integer folded between 1 and 2.

"This is the safe house the dancers were talking about? How outrageous!" Han Fei looked around. The building was above him, and the world seemed to tilt at a ninety-degree angle without him realizing it. His extraordinary brain had constructed a special structure.

Pushing open the door, Han Fei saw a shrine covered in dust.

The shrine was small and placed on the desk. The door was sealed, and the shadow of Han Fei waving was the shadow of the shrine.

"Is that you, Number Two?"

Han Fei saw an indescribable power, an existence he could not comprehend. If the other party wanted to kill him, he might not even know how he died.

Slowly moving forward, Han Fei arrived at the shrine.

The shrine on the desk was simple and unadorned. Unlike other shrines, this one had a door and several small, sealed windows.

Those windows seem like the eyes of a shrine, or perhaps some kind of hope of the gods. They don't like being confined in enclosed spaces; they want their world to have windows that allow them to see out.

Always be curious, never stop thinking, and never stop moving forward.

The shrine's shadow leaned against Han Fei's shadow. The shrine felt very close to Han Fei, as if it were family.

Ordinary people would be afraid when they see a ghost, but children would only happily hug it when they see a deceased relative.

"I'll let you out."

Han Fei reached for the talisman on the divine gate, but as soon as he touched it, he was unable to move.

An unimaginable aura of terror rose from the surface of the shrine, as if Han Fei were being watched by a pair of eyes, and if he dared to move again, his soul would be scattered.

"There are unspeakable writings on the talisman?"

When Han Fei touched the talisman, the writing on it was revealed. There were no mysterious incantations, only the phrase "Those who act rashly will die."

The killing intent emanating from the talisman grew stronger, and thunder roared. The room was like a ship's cabin in a typhoon, swaying and rocking, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

The situation was critical, but to Han Fei's surprise, when the divine aura appeared, the blood shadows in the Crimson Orphanage also emerged one by one. The children who had been tortured to death were no longer afraid of anything, and even the gods could not twist their fate.

The blood-red memories vibrated the chains, and the hysterical laughter was filled with cruelty and sorrow. Han Fei and the maniacal laughter stood side by side in front of the shrine.

Unlike the seal on the 25th floor, which was broken, the seal on the 51st floor remained intact. The things inside the shrine could not come out to help Han Fei, but the shadow of the shrine seemed in no hurry at all. It seemed that it only dared to lure Han Fei over when it was absolutely certain of its success.

The situation remained deadlocked for a long time, and then Han Fei noticed that the gods' gazes had shifted away from him.

He initially thought his wild laughter had attracted the attention of the gods, but when he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, he froze on the spot.

Thousands of different curses crawled all over the room, and Xu Qin stood at the door carrying a boy who looked like a ball of flesh.

They had only been apart for a few days, but Han Fei felt as if years had passed. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his stomach, and a sense of security that only the exit button could provide enveloped him.

"Don't move. The soul that separated from you has already told me all your true thoughts."

A sharp knife pierced the shrine's gate, and thousands of curses, like a pack of ravenous wolves, engulfed the shrine.

The gaze from the gods silently watched Xu Qin, and the black fire transformed from hatred began to inexplicably burn Xu Qin's own body. Large scars appeared on her fair skin, and her appearance aged rapidly.

It is unspeakable that they are using the black fire on Xu Qin's body to attack Xu Qin herself.

Ordinary hatred might catch you off guard and cause you to fall victim, but Xu Qin's true form is the source of the curse. Her real trump card has never been the black fire of hatred, but the curse itself!

Enduring the pain of her body being burned by black fire, Xu Qin repeatedly manipulated the curse to attack the talismans on the divine gate.

After a corner of the talisman was eroded by the curse, thin threads of fate emerged from the cracks in the shrine, and the taboo within began to attack in coordination with Xu Qin.

The unspeakable main focus was on reality, and its power in the deeper world was held back by the top night watchman, so Xu Qin and the taboo in the shrine did not spend much time to successfully remove the talisman.

The divine gate opened, and a small gray fragment of a brain appeared before Han Fei's eyes.

Unlike the brain fragment Han Fei found before, this fragment seems to carry abilities related to death.

"Just how many abilities has the second child mastered?" Guided by the shadow of the shrine, Han Fei gently picked up the gray brain fragment.

"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained a D-grade rare fragment - Brain."

"Brain (Class D Fragment): An unspeakable brain fragment. You have successfully gained his approval and can use his associated abilities."

"Dead Memories (one of the exclusive abilities of D-level brain fragments): Understanding death. It can help you see the memories of all the deceased and reshape these memories, making death look the way you want it to."

"Attention Player No. 0000! You have discovered the shadow of the core taboo of the 51st floor—the shrine. The shrine in front of you is just a phantom, a taboo existence reconstructed by Number Two using the memory of death. It is tainted with Number Two's divinity and can transform into a death house that only you can see, helping you to temporarily escape the calamity. You can try to use the brain fragment to control it."

With the second brain fragment in hand, Han Fei tried to use it to communicate with the illusory image of the shrine. However, he did not expect that the soul-possessing ability of the previous brain fragment would be activated again, and all of Han Fei's memories of his own death were absorbed by the shadow next to the shrine.

After those negative and painful memories were absorbed, another chain binding Han Fei to the Crimson Orphanage suddenly broke, and the remnant soul symbolizing Han Fei's goodwill was also absorbed by the shrine's phantom.

When the evil soul was transferred to the dean by the brain fragments of Number Two, Han Fei didn't think much of it. But now that the good soul has also been transferred, he vaguely guessed what Number Two wanted to do.

"Their true target is the Crimson Orphanage deep within my mind! The Soul of Evil, the Soul of Good, and the Blank Soul that symbolizes childhood are the three chains binding the Crimson Orphanage. When all three chains break, the Crimson Orphanage will float above my mind!"

In the blink of an eye, the Soul of Goodness had merged with the shadow of the shrine. The shrine on the desk and the safe house slowly dissipated, leaving only a phantom that was exactly the same as Han Fei's outline.

Compared to the evil soul, the good soul is silent. He rarely speaks, but simply stands silently in the most dangerous place, doing the most dangerous things, without ever asking for anything.

The threads of fate slowly emerged from the shadow of the shrine, taking root in the ground of the fifty-first floor, continuing downwards, seemingly trying to connect with the fate of the evil soul.

Number Two's brain was broken into several pieces, but once they break the seal, the threads of fate will reconnect them and allow them to share each other's abilities.

(End of this chapter)