My Healing Games

Chapter 872 The Greedy Personality Awakens Seven Times

Hidden in the black mist of greed, Han Fei had the little girl cooperate with Fu Lie, while he himself held the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife and stared at the dean's weaknesses.

The weaker he was, the greater the flaws he would reveal, and Han Fei wanted to kill him with his own hands.

"One hour until nightfall! All combat teams, launch a full-scale attack!" The commander-in-chief's voice came from within the black ring, and the deputy captain of the logistics squadron on the outer perimeter joined the battle.

The middle-aged woman, who possesses a grateful personality, has been quietly improving everyone's abilities and increasing their chances of survival. Now that the minor enemies have been dealt with, she is beginning to do her best to help Fu Lie.

With the addition of a second member of the Investigation Bureau who had awakened eight personalities, the director was clearly unable to hold on any longer. Its enormous body began to shrink, and it could no longer draw fear from the mental hospital. Its power could not be replenished, and the black flames of hatred were slowly weakening.

"The opportunity has come."

With his eyes fixed on the dean, Han Fei approached silently. He was the only one who had ever seen the dean's fear, and with the help of his art appreciation skills, Han Fei found the dean's weakness.

On the belly of that enormous monster covered in blood, there were many stitches. The Dean's true weakness was hidden inside its belly, just as it had hidden its own parents' flesh and blood inside its belly.

All the secrets were swallowed, for it thought its belly was the safest place.

With quickened pace, Han Fei began to sprint. While everyone was focused on the battle between Fu Lie and the Dean, he dragged along the dazzling blade of humanity, like a new moon piercing through the dark clouds!
He leaped out of the abyss, unleashing all his fury, and slashed towards the dean's abdomen!

The curtain was cut down, revealing dirty, ugly, and unbearable memories to everyone.

The dean's belly contained that humble and pitiful self, its short body covered with birthmarks and fungal spots, and even after multiple plastic surgeries, its body was still extremely disproportionate.

The putrid past flowed out of his stomach, and a tiny figure hiding inside was sliced ​​open by Han Fei's blade. It was the source of the black fire, the true form of the Dean.

It was almost killed outright. The little man inside its stomach was terrified. It knew that staying there any longer would only lead to its death, so it rushed towards the middle-aged woman.

The dean's enormous body, which had absorbed countless patients, exploded without warning as it approached the middle-aged woman, spraying black blood everywhere, as if night had fallen prematurely.

"It's trying to escape, mixed in with the blood! All investigation teams, spread out! We absolutely cannot let it get away!"

All the equipment carried by the investigation bureau was turned on, and the team immediately took action, but the bloody rain affected too wide an area.

Watching the people running outside, Han Fei stood at the window, gripping the Rebirth Slaughtering Knife. He sensed something and looked towards the building where the students of Class Seven were located.

Number Two had Han Fei bring the children to the children's clothing store beforehand; these children seemed to want to take revenge themselves.

……

Blood rained down on the glass of the children's clothing store, splashing out cruel yet beautiful blood flowers.

The foul blood flowed slowly, forming tiny blood vessels that then intertwined to create an incredibly ugly child.

Its head was swollen and deformed, its body was covered with wounds and bacterial spots, and it was wearing a blood-red coat that was extremely ill-fitting.

"Ahhh!"

Its eyes opened, revealing extreme hatred and anger hidden within its pupils, with black flames of resentment spreading.

"We must kill him! We must kill him!..."

The child was filled with extreme hatred, and even bit his somewhat deformed hand hard, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

It was too weak to stay any longer, so it pushed open the door of the children's clothing store and prepared to slip away through the back door.

As long as it drags on until dark, even without the help of the ghost realm, it is confident that it can escape the investigation bureau's search.

Upon entering the house, the child suddenly saw a simple altar.

On the newly erected altar were thirty pieces of children's clothing, and the offerings were a young man wearing a knitted melon-shaped hat and a silent child.

Both offerings were from patients in a mental hospital; they had had a lot of blood drawn from them, and their faces were pale at the moment.

Why are patients from the hospital here?

The shop's doors and windows were suddenly closed, and the tall, imposing Number One emerged from behind the counter.

"What seems like a random choice is actually an arrangement of fate." Number Two, who had lost both legs, sat on a wooden cart with an extremely terrifying smile on his face: "Dean, I brought your favorite toy."

Children appeared outside the window, surrounding the children's clothing store.

The wooden cart creaked and groaned as it moved across the ground. Number Two, who had lost both legs, stared at the director, unsure whether the gift he was referring to was the wooden cart or all the children.

"You..." The dean, whose anger had turned to hatred, seemed to remember something. His eyes widened. "Impossible! It couldn't be them!"

"Looks like you've remembered us." Number Five's voice was filled with deep-seated hatred. He couldn't laugh at all. Whenever he saw anything related to the Dean, he, who was usually able to remain calm, would lose control.

"We can't let it die too quickly, nor can we let it die too easily."

“How can hatred be so easily killed? Even in the shrine of memories, we must give it a proper welcome.”

The children chattered amongst themselves, while Number One silently walked up to the dean.

With his massive frame, far exceeding that of his peers, he looked down at the director of the deformed children's hospital, his eyes devoid of any pity or sympathy, and slowly raised his right hand.

With five fingers clenched into a fist, thirty personalities intertwined, and Number One slammed down on the Dean's legs!
"Oh!"

One by one, the blood vessels snapped, as if a piece of the dean's soul had been permanently torn away.

Number One could see the weakness of hatred. He used this ability to avoid the places that would annihilate the Dean and kept throwing punches!
All the children watched the scene unfold before them. Blood debts must be repaid in blood; their revenge had only just begun, and this was only the first step.

"Please spare me! I raised all of you, I saved you! I gave you a home, we are all family!" The headmaster's body grew increasingly ugly, and he began to cry and beg for mercy.

"Family?" Even the kindest girl, number 30, had a cold expression, as if saying the word "family" from the dean's mouth was an insult to family.

"Everything I did was at someone else's behest! I had no choice! I really wanted to help you!" With no chance to escape, the headmaster could only ramble on, fantasizing that the children would let him go.

"You really want to help us, so you designed all sorts of extreme experiments tailored to each of our personalities, tormenting our bodies and minds, and repeatedly ravaging our souls? Is this really for our own good?" Number Four squatted down next to the Dean, covered the Dean's ears with his hands, and poured the intent of death into its head.

Number Five carried Number Two on his back, and then placed the Dean on the wooden cart.

“You treat all the children like toys, just like your parents treated you. But we are much luckier than you,” Number One said calmly. “Because at least we have each other, while you have nothing.”

"You're just a dog that wags its tail and begs to please the murderer. You killed your own companion. There's no one in this world who has ever truly loved you, respected you, or wanted to see you." Number Four's words were heartbreaking, but they were all the truth.

"Yes, yes, I deserve to die. I'm a beast. Can you give me a chance to atone for my sins? I'm willing to do anything to make up for my mistakes." The headmaster would stop at nothing to save his own life, but the children already knew its true nature and could not believe a word it said.

"Since you're willing to make amends, I can give you a chance." Number Two's smile grew wider: "I remember you were always afraid of me, thinking I would get out of control, but you didn't dare disobey that person's orders to kill me prematurely, so you blinded me, broke my legs, crippled my hands, and finally dug out my brain and kept me in a jar. But it is precisely because of this that I have been fortunate enough to live to this day in this form, and to see all sorts of futures clearly."

The director's soul trembled slightly. Number Two was the child who made him most uneasy, and the only one who had ever escaped from the orphanage.

"To repay your kindness, I have also prepared a jar for you." Number Two carried a jar out from under the altar: "Leave behind the embers of hatred, let your obsession enter."

The dean had stripped away countless personalities, but now, when asked to strip away the very foundation of its own hatred, it hesitated.

"If you don't agree, your soul will be scattered in the most painful way. If you agree, I will imprison your consciousness and part of your obsession in a jar, giving you a chance to atone for your sins." Number Two seems to be seeking revenge on the Dean, but his real target is the Dean's burning hatred.

At this point, the dean had no other choice but to enter the jar prepared in number two, where their only chance of survival lay. It had a close relationship with the gods; once the gods returned, these children wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

"I will do as you say and make amends."

The dean used his abilities to peel away layers of memory and fear, making the flames of hatred even weaker.

With more and more scars on its body, the director's ugly appearance was a true reflection of its soul.

After the black flames of hatred were completely stripped away, all that remained on the ground was a deformed head covered in fungal spots and wounds. This head contained the Dean's secrets that he could not reveal and his most cherished memories.

Number One grabbed the dean's head and put it into the jar.

Night fell, and the thirty children surrounded the jar. They wanted to tear the headmaster to pieces, but he was still useful for now.

"Don't stay outside, come in," Number Two said, sealing the jar and calling out towards the outside of the children's clothing store.

The door was gently pushed open, and Han Fei appeared in the doorway. He had thought of Number Two's arrangements when the dean fled, and rushed here quickly.

"I suggest we avoid leaving any future trouble," Han Fei said, looking at the jar on the altar. "It would be best to kill him directly."

"The Dean knows many secrets about the gods. I'll make a decision after I find out more." Number Two was learning from the Dean, giving him hope, and then crushing that hope: "Without your help this time, we wouldn't be able to take revenge smoothly. The Dean's black fire of hatred has been stripped away. After you devour it, your personality should be able to awaken for the seventh time."

Everyone awakens their personality in a different way. A grateful personality needs to help others and be grateful; a greedy personality needs to constantly devour, amplify greed, and satisfy greed.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony." Black mist surged from Han Fei's body, and he swallowed the black flames of hatred that the dean had stripped away.

The tranquil abyss of greed expanded several times over, boundless fear seeping into it, negative emotions instantly boiling over, black water rising, nearly causing Han Fei's ocean of consciousness to collapse. Fortunately, numerous personalities were embedded in the sky above the abyss, revolving around the healing personality like countless stars, their vast starlight like a cascading galaxy washing over Han Fei's mind.

The greedy personality and the healing personality have reached a balance again. At this moment, the aura on Han Fei's body is completely different from that of ordinary personality awakeners, just like the difference between ordinary ghosts and hatred. His mind seems to have formed a unique brain domain.

"Attention Player No. 0000! Your Greedy Personality has awakened for the seventh time. Your ever-burning ambition has consumed the hatred of many. The maximum number of monsters imprisoned in the Abyss of Greed has been increased to twenty-three!"

"Attention player number 0000! You have imprisoned the hatred that possesses black fire—Childhood (Fear Nightmare)."

"Childhood Nightmare: It is all the fear that has accumulated in the child since birth. It is the nightmare of all the children in the city after the disaster!"

"Hatred ability: Fear control: control fear, utilize fear, and materialize all fear."

"Hate Ability Personality Modification: Modifies and combines the abilities of different personalities, with a chance to trigger the dark side of the personality and cultivate a special personality."

"Blackfire comes with the ability to cry out the world: it can form a massive, self-growing ghost realm that incites fear in all who enter, manipulates their minds, destroys their will, and turns them into toys that cannot resist."

"Ghost Realm Ability (Initial range of 500 meters): After the Ghost Realm is deployed, all souls within 500 meters will be affected, losing their will to resist and their own abilities will be enhanced."

(End of this chapter)