My Healing Games

Chapter 842 Not One Less

Even though Number Two has become unspeakable, even though he can see destiny and the future, in his heart, Number One will always be Number One.

Countless tentacles formed of hatred spread like cracks across the night sky, and the principal resembled a giant sea monster with its mouth wide open. Countless resentments from his highly distorted body tore at Number One.

This scene, resembling an apocalyptic catastrophe, did not cause any emotional fluctuation in Number One. He smiled, his spirit and lifelong obsession concentrated in his right fist.

Passionate, free, surging!
True fearlessness is not about abandoning everything, but about standing atop suffering, pain, and setbacks, and still unwaveringly throwing a punch with all your might!
Starlight appeared in the darkness. Number One ignored all darkness and obstacles. His right fist pierced through resentment and hatred and struck the principal's distorted personality!
The sound of shattering carried far into the darkness. The principal stared in disbelief at his own body, the very foundation of his life, the embodiment of all his memories, now riddled with cracks.

As the initial memories of tolerance fell into the abyss, the principal's tolerant personality exploded, his massive body fell backward, and all the ghostly resentment that had merged into his flesh and blood began to retaliate wildly.

The other half of the principal's body was rapidly mutating. His intact left hand was raised upwards, but his remaining will could not control the maddened ghosts. He could only watch helplessly as he was bitten by the vengeful spirits.

The half-human, half-ghost principal, possessing the power of hatred, collapsed in the center of the old town's commercial street. Yan Lan, who had rushed over, stopped abruptly, her eyes wide as she stared at everything before her.

Han Fei, who was standing at the back of Class 7, never expected this outcome. Number One's fearless personality was not ordinary; his existence was a miracle.

“I only shattered his personality; what destroyed him were the demons that were forcibly fused into his body. It wasn’t me who defeated him, but himself.” Retracting his right fist, Number One’s face showed no joy of victory, only pity for the principal in his eyes: “Personality is proof of a person’s worth. He possessed a tolerant personality, which means that at least he was once a decent person.”

“But he has been changed by the disaster. The hardest thing in the world is not being a good person, but not being changed by the world.” Number Two nudged Han Fei: “Teacher, it’s your turn.”

"What does this have to do with me? The principal is practically ashes by now."

"Aren't you the best at healing?" Number Five looked at Han Fei with some fatigue: "I can't reveal Number One's abilities, but just now the whole class used the power of their personalities to help Number One deliver the fatal blow. Everyone needs your healing."

Han Fei looked at the children around him. They weren't just standing there; they had used their personalities in advance, as arranged by Number Two. For example, Number Twenty-Nine's Calamity Personality, Number Twenty-Eight's Lucky Personality, Number Four's Self-Destruction Personality, and so on.

Number Two maximized the personality traits of all the children, weakened the principal in every way, and strengthened Number One in every way, which is how he managed to throw that punch.

Of course, it is precisely because of his unconditional trust in the children that Number One was able to stand so firmly at the front.

"You guys are really amazing."

Although Number Two didn't tell Han Fei the specific plan, he at least gave him a sense of involvement in the end. Perhaps this is the fate of a medic.

Checking on each child's injuries, letting the healing starlight melt away their negative emotions, Han Fei finally walked up to Number One, a tall child who looked much younger than Han Fei, but whose eyes were incredibly weathered and gentle.

"Touching the secrets deep within the soul."

Han Fei built a bridge between the two, and he saw the soul of Number One, a pure light, just like hope itself.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, the moment Han Fei saw the number one soul, he was reminded of the Rebirth Slaughtering Blade.

Driven by the healing starlight, Han Fei helped Number One repair the cracks in his personality. The personality power of these children is increasing and growing every day, but at this stage, overusing their personality will also cause great harm to themselves.

"I feel like I'm quite useful."

After Han Fei cured the twenty-nine students except for number two, his progress on the shrine quest—Healing the Reason for Existence—increased significantly. This hidden shrine quest requires Han Fei to cure one hundred patients with personality defects. Upon completion, there is a chance that Han Fei will be able to bring out the healed ghosts from the shrine.

After waiting quietly for Han Fei to finish healing the students, Yan Lan came over to ask him some questions, but Han Fei waved her off and ran to the principal's side.

Countless resentments are backfiring on the principal, and the power of hatred is going berserk. Now, the principal is left with only fragments of memories.

"You reap what you sow. Your strength comes from your ability to tolerate ghosts and monsters, but ghosts and monsters beyond your control will also burn you to ashes." Han Fei seemed to recall the principal saying this to him before: "Fortunately, you have met me. A doctor's heart is benevolent, so let me save lives and heal the wounded."

As he tossed the coin of fate, Han Fei fully activated the abyss of greed, and boundless black mist poured out, engulfing the principal's massive body.

"Eat him!"

The greedy personality trembled with excitement, while the healing personality showered starlight with all its might. The abyss of greed that was originally hidden in Han Fei's mind appeared and disappeared in the black mist. After he completely dragged the principal into the abyss, the bottomless abyss actually appeared behind Han Fei. It seemed that only when the personality power was strong enough could this world of shrine memories be distorted and the personality in the mind be made to appear.

The resentment contained within the principal was hunted down by the demons in the abyss of greed. After the principal died, he completely merged with the power of hatred and became a demon with a tolerant personality.

He exuded hatred, his appearance gradually returned to normal, and Han Fei thoughtfully healed the scars on his body.

"Attention Player No. 0000! Your Greedy Personality has broken through! Your ever-burning ambition has consumed your hatred, and the maximum number of monsters imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed has been increased to thirteen!"

"Attention, player number 0000! You have imprisoned the hatred that has not yet ignited the black flame—Headmaster."

"Principal: Possesses an inclusive personality! Special abilities unknown!"

"Attention Player No. 0000! The small Resentful Bird has grown into a medium-sized Resentful Bird!"

"Attention Player No. 0000! Your growable Aggregate of Resentment and Jealousy has evolved into a medium-sized Resentment!"

"Attention Player No. 0000! The medium-sized Resentful Imp has a chance to grow into a large-sized Resentful Imp after undergoing another blood sacrifice!"

As the abyss illusion behind him dissipated, Han Fei's mental pollution index soared to thirty-five again. However, with the healing personality providing slow treatment, his mental pollution index would gradually decrease as long as he refrained from using the greed personality for a period of time.

The school's most terrifying principal has now been erased from all traces, his very soul swallowed into the abyss, and all of this has happened in just a few hours.

Yan Lan saw Han Fei's personality break through again, and she began to back away. She had always felt that Gao Cheng was very dangerous, but now Han Fei made her feel even more threatened.

"Teacher Yan, don't rush off. My students still want to have a good chat with you." Han Fei switched on his master-level acting skills, revealing a kind and honest smile on his face.

"What do you want to talk about?" Compared to Han Fei, Yan Lan was more curious about the students in Class 7. They were all students in the same school, so how could there be such a big difference between them?

"Go ask him, he's the smartest in our class." Han Fei carried Number Two to Yan Lan's front.

Looking at Number Two, whose legs had been severed and whose body was thin, Yan Lan felt completely unfamiliar with him.

"Teacher Yan, the old principal has been murdered. The Black Tower, which maintained contact with him, will definitely not let this go. The school's stronghold is now in its most dangerous moment. If this is not handled properly, everyone will be killed by their angry hatred." Number Two's voice was not in line with his age, and his tone was so calm that it was frightening.

"Then what do you think?"

"We have two paths before us: choose a new principal and let her continue to make deals with the Black Building, sacrificing more children to appease their anger in exchange for the safety of the stronghold."

"Sacrifice even more children?" Yan Lan shook her head. "What's the second path?"

“Choose a new principal who can command respect and lead all the survivors of the stronghold to the nearest area, Sector C, to meet up with the Bureau of Calamity Investigation and join them.” Number Two pointed at Zhang Menglan: “The person your friend loves is a messenger from the Bureau of Calamity Investigation, and her family is also there.”

Number Two seems to have given Yan Lan two choices, but in reality, she only has one path to take.

"The annual mortality rate for citizens of the Disaster Investigation Bureau is seven times that of ordinary outposts. Should we really go looking for them?"

“You need to understand one thing: even though the Calamity Investigation Bureau’s mortality rate is seven times that of other outposts, people still flock to join every month, and some are even willing to risk their lives to act as messengers.” Number Two looked at Yan Lan’s bleeding hands: “If everyone retreats in the face of danger, then in the end, danger will kill everyone.”

“Alright, I agree to escort the survivors from the outpost to the Bureau of Calamity Investigation.” Yan Lan nodded decisively: “Have you decided on the new principal?”

"Of course." Number Two patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "Teacher Gao used to kill, set fires, and sacrifice prisoners. He can be said to have committed all kinds of evil deeds. He simply cannot win people's hearts. After thinking it over, the most suitable candidate is you—Yan Lan."

Han Fei touched his nose, somewhat wanting to throw Number Two off his back.

"Me?" Yan Lan frowned.

"You were the one who killed the principal today. We didn't interfere. You discovered the principal's conspiracy and thwarted it with all your might." Number Two looked at Yan Lan with a smile: "Don't worry, the ordinary residents of the school's stronghold have been incited. They wanted to overthrow the principal anyway. As for those privileged management members, we have already killed them all. You will not encounter any resistance. They will even be grateful for everything you have done."

"What if some people are unwilling to leave?" Yan Lan asked with some concern.

"It's nothing. Just now, Teacher Gao used his personality to trap the principal. We can use the principal to destroy the food processing plant and water source at the stronghold. They'll have no choice but to leave." Number Two's voice was calm: "When hatred strikes, everyone dies. My method to save people isn't too extreme, is it?"

"So what do I need to do now? Go back to the base to notify the survivors? Or contact the other teachers and ask them to stop the assessment?" Yan Lan seemed to have thought of something: "Besides the principal, there is another teacher who drew the Black Building. If we don't stop him as soon as possible, I guess few of him and his class will be able to come back alive."

“Teacher Wang and I switched testing venues.” Han Fei took out Wang Chuqing’s black slip: “So you don’t need to worry about him.”

"Yes, what you need to do now is to learn acting skills from Teacher Gao and thicken your skin a bit." Number Two stretched: "Adding flowers to brocade is nothing compared to providing charcoal in the snow. We will contact other teachers and students in advance to discuss everything. When it is almost dawn, you will make your appearance like a hero."

"Why don't I try to persuade them?"

"It's not that complicated. We just ask them if they want to come with us. If they don't agree, then they'll have to stay with the principal."

Class monitor number five picked up number two, and they found students from other classes. They all stayed in the building to rest.

Han Fei then began emergency training for Yan Lan. He didn't need Yan Lan to perform; he only needed her to show her most authentic self.

Fearlessness itself possesses a special personal charm, making people unconsciously trust and follow.

As night fell, a faint light appeared at the edge of the city. The survivors, huddled in their rooms, crowded behind the door, gazing at the empty streets and wondering how many students would return alive that night.

Every year, the assessment is the bloodiest and most brutal night for the school's outposts, with young lives forming a protective barrier.

Those unaware of the truth are worried about the children's safety, while those who know the truth fear that if too few children die, they will be implicated.

The first to return was Class Two. The person in charge, Ying Yan, had a deep, bone-revealing wound on his back, and he was missing five students.

In the sparsely populated lines, the children's innocence had faded considerably, their eyes now filled with hatred and fear.

The second one to return was Wang Chuqing. He received Han Fei's blank sign. All the students in the class were fine, but he was the only one who was injured.

The classes that drew red cards returned one after another, and in the end, only four classes of students did not return, including two classes that drew black cards.

Wang Chuqing lit a cigarette, and the image of Gao Cheng's face came to mind. He had given her the white paper, and their parting yesterday might be forever.

I felt a little uneasy. Although many people said Gao Cheng was a bastard, that bastard ultimately left the way out to me.

"Hey……"

With a sigh, Wang Chuqing and the others from the school continued to wait.

As night fell, more and more residents of the stronghold came out, and it was at this moment that a cry of surprise suddenly came from the crowd.

A faint light spilled out from the outer edge of the safe zone, and Yan Lan's tall figure appeared in everyone's sight. Behind her followed the children from the remaining four classes, including the class that had drawn the black building. She brought back every single student!

(End of this chapter)