My Healing Games

Chapter 841 Miracle Personality
The eight classes correspond to eight buildings. These students with special personalities will become food on the monsters' plates and offerings placed in front of the shrine.

Their deaths could bring six months of peace to the stronghold, something many adults knew.

In the darkness-shrouded streets, every household had its doors and windows tightly shut. Children walked along the long street, while adults peeked out from behind cracks in their doors.

No one stepped forward to stop them, and no one said a word for the children.

The group, exuding an aura of resentment, slowly walked out of the base's safe zone. Teachers from each class began to lead their teams, ensuring the safe transport of their respective classes to different buildings.

For many children, it was their first time leaving the stronghold and stepping into the area occupied by ghosts. They dared not speak, nervously watching everything, and secretly resolved to use what they had learned at school to kill the ghosts!
The innocence of children and the indifference of adults are intertwined, creating a cruel and realistic situation.

"Teacher, we're following Class 3." Class 5's monitor stood behind Han Fei and said in a low voice, "It seems we're not the only ones who're going to have a showdown with the principal tonight."

Yan Lan's Class 1 was the first to leave, followed by Zhang Menglan's Class 2. The city in front of them looked like the mouth of a giant beast, and the classes that had entered quickly disappeared.

After all the classes left, Han Fei's Class 7 did not follow the original route to the Black Building, but instead followed the principal's Class 3.

"There are people in the stronghold who support the principal, and there are friends of the principal in the Black Building. Our best chance to make a move is between the assessment location and the stronghold."

Night swept away all traces, and all the children in Class 7 seemed like a group of well-trained ghosts, or like a tide surging from the abyss, silently sweeping across the streets.

In the darkness, the thirty children had completely changed. Beneath their innocent faces lay terrifying monsters, suffering greatly. During the day, they carefully concealed their fangs and claws, preparing to slaughter indiscriminately in the dead of night.

Half an hour later, singing filled the city's commercial street. The traffic lights at the intersection turned on, and the principal led Class 3 to stop at the exit of the commercial street.

What was once the most bustling commercial district in the old city of Xinhu has now become incredibly eerie. Not a single living person can be seen here, and even the mannequins are covered with teeth marks and scratches.

"Come out. You've been following me for so long, what do you want?" The principal, shrouded in a black robe, looked toward the source of the song. In the shadows stood a bride in a red wedding dress, cradling her lover's head, her expression morbid and insane.

“Zhang Menglan, you are even more foolish than I imagined.” The principal shook his head: “I gave you a chance.”

The only response to the principal was her singing. Zhang Menglan's songs were a melancholic blue, and the notes seemed to penetrate the mind directly, affecting one's spirit.

"Love makes people blind. What you're doing will kill all the students in the class and implicate all the survivors at the outpost."

The headmaster led all the students into the shop next door, not to protect the children, but to protect the offerings and complete the deal with hatred.

"Hypocritical, disgusting! You always say you're doing this for all the survivors, but you won't allow anyone to contact other outposts. You're not thinking about them at all; you're just treating them like your private livestock!"

Zhang Menglan held her head in her arms, veins bulging on her neck, her singing attracting the ghosts hidden in the commercial street.

Driven by the melancholy song, the ghost in the darkness pounced on the principal, while she herself, like a ghost's bride, was poignant and beautiful, dancing and singing on death in her wedding dress.

“You are the weakest of all the teachers. The only reason I kept you in the school is because you are more familiar with Yan Lan.” The principal’s voice slowly changed. The scars on his face seemed to writhe like worms. The resentment of ghosts surged from his body. The ghosts that were close to the principal were pressed to the ground and could only kneel down.

Taking off his top hat, the principal completely ignored the ghosts, not even glancing at Zhang Menglan; his gaze was fixed on the crossroads.

The red light flashed, and a large amount of blood dripped down. The body of a school security guard, pierced by chains, hung on the road in front of the principal.

"Yan Lan, you are the teacher I have the highest hopes for, why are you stopping me too?" The principal's body, hidden under his black robe, swelled up little by little, and he rarely showed a serious expression: "If we fail the assessment, everyone in the stronghold will perish. How many times do I have to repeat such a simple truth?"

The metal struck the ground with a piercing sound. Yan Lan leaped from the second floor of the commercial street and landed between the principal and Zhang Menglan.

Her tall figure stood out in the darkness. No one could ignore Yan Lan. Where she stood, ghosts and monsters would flee, and the yin energy would dissipate.

"Let Zhang Menglan leave. I'll help her send her students to the Red Mansion." Dressed in a black outfit, Yan Lan's back was covered in metal spikes that extended outwards and pierced her flesh, but she seemed completely oblivious to the pain.

"Leave? Yan Lan, you seem to have forgotten something. I am the principal of this school. I have the final say in this school, and none of you can disobey me!" The principal's scarred body began to mutate, and a resentful roar came from his flesh. His right arm multiplied infinitely, and the scars turned into gaping mouths. The resentful aura overlapped and intertwined, gradually forming a hatred and loathing for everything in the world!
With the help of the hatred in the Black Building, the principal fused the ghost into his body. Although he has not yet ignited the black flame of hatred, he already possesses the strength of a large-scale resentment. He is an absolute monster!

"I haven't shown my other side for too long. You don't really think your personalities can fight me, do you?" The resentment sealed in his right arm roared and smashed towards Yan Lan. The principal wanted to crush her without holding back.

Seeing the large vengeful spirit in the other person's arm, Yan Lan not only did not retreat, but also took a step forward.

Blood streaks appeared in her eyes, the metal on her back pierced into every piece of flesh, and all her muscles were compressed to the limit as she frantically gathered her strength!

Resentment, hatred, and all negative emotions could not disturb her in any way. Even the giant ghost, whose size far exceeded hers, could not make her take a single step back.

Fearless and undaunted, always moving forward!
The power in his mind surged throughout his body, and Yan Lan suddenly accelerated, throwing a punch at the large vengeful spirit that the principal had slammed down!

"Oh!"

All the glass on both sides of the commercial street shattered, countless cracks appeared on the ground, and it seemed as if a crack had been torn open in the darkness.

The principal's grotesque, enormous right arm slowly drooped down, and the face of a massive, resentful being was pierced through!

As the smoke cleared, Yan Lan stood amidst shards of glass. Her body was covered in grotesque blood patterns and metallic totems. Her right fist was deformed, its knuckles piercing her skin, and a torrent of curses seeped into her body through the wound.

The pain was unbearable for ordinary people, yet it didn't even warrant Yan Lan frowning. The metal wires clung to her flesh, and she raised her fists again.

"The Fearless Personality is indeed very strong, but can you truly be fearless? Do you have no attachments or regrets? Are you willing to embrace the belief that you will die and fully unleash the potential of the Fearless Personality?" The principal's right arm gradually recovered, and after the large resentment was pierced by Yan Lan, an even more terrifying aura of hatred surged out.

The principal's body began to mutate more deeply, his black robe was torn, and the dense scars on his body were all traces left by the fusion with the monsters.

He seemed to be constantly pushing his limits, and eventually, with the help of the Black Tower's hatred, the aura of hatred also appeared within him.

"The principal has a tolerant personality. He was indeed elected as principal because of his high moral character and prestige at first, but during the process of merging with the ghosts, he was devoured by them. Now he is half-human and half-ghost in body, but psychologically he should be completely on the side of the ghosts." Number Two gently nudged Han Fei: "Teacher, go and lure the principal over. Teacher Yan Lan is still useful, we can't let her get too badly injured."

"Lure them over?" Han Fei walked out from the other side of the commercial street and tossed a coin lightly. "Looks like I'll have to take action."

A greedy black mist swirled around him, and a demon awoke in the abyss.

Illness, jealousy, and impermanence—three resentful thoughts quietly emerged, leaving various negative marks on the principal.

"Gao Cheng?"

The principal, who was preparing to kill Yan Lan with all his might, twitched his eyelids. His huge, deformed body slowly turned and looked at the other side of the street: "I knew something was wrong with the school lately. It seemed like there was a force that made me very uncomfortable growing. So that was you! Entering the haunted building and pretending to be mentally corrupted, was my real target?"

"I'm only doing this for the children in my class." After Han Fei said this, the principal laughed.

"You despicable and shameless man, you would defy me for the sake of your students? Gao Cheng, your strength comes from greed and ambition, but greed that exceeds your capabilities will burn you to ashes." The principal still showed no sign of panic, as if he was confident of victory even if he had to deal with Han Fei and Yan Lan at the same time.

"Say what you will, I'm too lazy to explain to a dead man." Han Fei raised his right hand and pointed at the principal. The abyss in his mind instantly boiled, boundless black mist spread behind him, and a giant axe slammed into the ground: "Kill him!"

The giant, resentful malevolent crawled out of the abyss of greed and ran wildly toward the principal.

"It seems you've found quite a few good things in the haunted building, even fooling the school's machine that checks for mental pollution. After I kill all your ghosts and turn you into a human stick, I'll make you spill all your secrets." The principal abandoned Yan Lan and stared at Han Fei with a ferocious expression: "I'll thank you in advance for your gift."

The ghost and the principal's flesh and blood merged together, and the infinitely multiplying giant hand swept across the buildings of the commercial street and grabbed Xingfu's giant axe.

The axe blade, imbued with murderous intent, slashed directly into the principal's palm. But then something strange happened: countless threads of hatred sprouted from the principal's arm. They seemed to be self-aware tentacles, wrapping around the giant axe and frantically crawling up the axe towards Xingfu's body.

The principal's character is one of tolerance, which is a positive and benevolent quality. However, after repeatedly crossing the bottom line of humanity, it has been completely distorted into something else.

The large vengeful spirit that merged into the principal's body, along with other ghosts, are not the original entity. Destroying them no matter how many times is useless. To kill the principal, his personality must be shattered.

The tentacles of hatred from the Black Building cling to his personality, and those tentacles of hatred are the key to the principal's ability to continuously merge with other ghosts and monsters.

"No wonder the principal was confident in dealing with the three teachers; half of his body has been deformed into hatred."

The Punisher is formed from the murderous intent of a large number of death row inmates. It would be extremely difficult for the principal to merge with it, and it would be impossible to do so in a short period of time. However, he only needs to control the Punisher now, and the mental pollution will be enough to wear down Han Fei.

Overwhelmed by a surge of negative emotions, even the starlight couldn't suppress them. Han Fei made an unexpected move: he turned and ran without hesitation.

The principal was bewildered that the large amount of resentment gained from sacrificing a prisoner on death row could be abandoned so easily, leaving not only the principal but also the prisoner himself bewildered.

"What did you obtain in the haunted building? You weren't this valuing your life before. Could it be that something is more important than this massive vengeful spirit?" To prevent the three teachers from joining forces, the principal decided to eliminate one of them first.

Zhang Menglan is the weakest and poses no threat, while Yan Lan is the strongest and cannot be dealt with in a short time. Relatively speaking, the best option is to kill Gao Cheng first.

In the principal's mind, Gao Cheng was cunning, ruthless, and had very strange abilities, so he absolutely could not be allowed to stay.

While forcibly merging with Xingfu, the principal dragged his highly deformed body after Han Fei.

As the building collapsed, the ghosts in the commercial street scattered and fled, and those that were too slow were crushed by the principal.

Seeing that he was about to be caught, Han Fei suddenly rushed towards the place where his students were hiding. Upon seeing this, Yan Lan frowned, and the disgust in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She had intended to forcibly take Zhang Menglan away, but instead clenched her fists and chased after them.

She didn't care whether Gao Cheng lived or died, but she didn't want to see a class of students killed.

The principal hadn't expected Han Fei to be so ruthless, using tonight's sacrifice as a hostage. His expression instantly turned grim. The blood sacrifice had to continue; the deal couldn't be interrupted, especially after using the power of hatred.

The tentacles of hatred, flying everywhere, forcibly avoided the room where the students were hiding, and the principal's massive body crashed into the building next to it.

As debris flew everywhere, he saw Han Fei shamelessly standing behind his students, even sporting a cryptic smile.

"This isn't who you want to be. Let me help you find yourself again."

A child's voice suddenly rang in his ears. The principal hadn't noticed it at all. By the time he realized what was happening, the tall child had already raised his arm.

"Fearless? You're a fearless personality too?"

“That’s right, but my fearless personality is different from others.” The personality power of different children emanated from Number One’s mind. He ignored hatred and all negative emotions. His pupils pierced through the barrier of memory and saw the principal’s highly distorted personality.

The size difference between the principal and Number One was too great, and Han Fei gripped the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife with some concern, but Number Two next to him gestured for him not to interfere.

"What you need to do now is trust him."

"believe?"

"Before being locked in the underground orphanage, the experimenters said that if all the children could survive 99 experiments, they would be spared. But at that time, no one had survived 99 experiments. Their simulations showed that the probability of surviving 99 experiments was one in ten thousand."

"and after?"

"In three years, Number One survived 999 trials, replacing the other sick and weak children. He created a miracle." Number Two looked at the tall child's figure: "Forever pursuing freedom, never knowing how to give up, always standing at the forefront of all the children, he is the oldest among us, and he is the well-deserved Number One."

(End of this chapter)