My Healing Games

Chapter 886 Brutal Personality
Alarms blared incessantly as Hope City faced its biggest crisis in three years. Hatred had invaded for unknown reasons, and its extent remained unknown.
A certain tacit understanding between humans and ghosts has been broken, and the fear of the past has returned.

Cries and pleas for help echoed through the buffer zone, and even many specially trained guards began to feel fear.

Unlike the Investigation Bureau, where everyone is a soldier, some individuals with special personalities in Hope New City don't know how to fight at all. They join the guard team simply to wait out the time needed to enter the safe Central District.

They might struggle against ordinary ghosts and monsters, but when faced with hatred, they run faster than ordinary people.

Weak fighting spirit, corrupt internal management, and top-down incompetence allowed the defensive line of Hope City to be easily torn apart.

Originally, these were all prepared by certain people in the core urban area for the day of the blood sacrifice, but now Han Fei has exposed them in advance, making Hope New City, which was immersed in the illusion of safety, feel the chill again.

"Let things get chaotic. Only when they're beaten hard enough will they come to their senses."

The buffer zone has a large number of laboratories, which imprison many rare ghosts like Da Nie. These evil ghosts are also a priceless treasure for Han Fei, so he naturally will not let them go.

As I said before, since we've come all this way, how can we leave empty-handed?

"Only by destroying enough laboratories and taking away enough evil spirits can we confuse Hope City and prevent them from figuring out my intentions." Han Fei had already found a reason for his actions. He led countless Yin merchants in a frenzy of plunder, sending countless imprisoned ghosts into the abyss of greed.

In fact, Han Fei had already done everything he could. He didn't let those ghosts run around, because doing so would definitely have caused innocent civilians to get hurt. Eating those special experimental ghosts was the best option.

"Heart, skin, other organs..."

Just as Han Fei was about to retrieve the remaining four limbs of Da Nie, the gates of the central district of Hope City opened, and a series of modified vehicles bearing the logo of Deep Space Technology drove out. The aura emanating from the people inside these vehicles was much stronger than that of the guards.

"Are they finally going to get serious?"

Hopefully, the most elite forces of the new city class have been used to protect the people of the central and inner city districts. The outer city districts and buffer zones are merely testing grounds, testing both ghosts and monsters and honing the living. Only those who can excel in the outer city districts will be qualified to advance to the central city districts.

"These monsters are becoming increasingly unruly. I've said it before, they can no longer be considered human! Those who are not of our kind are bound to have different hearts! This war cannot be retreated; we must kill them all!" A somewhat frenzied roar came from afar. On a blood-red truck stood a man dressed in a blood-red hospital gown. His hands and face were wrapped in bandages, and his body was covered in scars, making him look like a mad beast.

“Many ghosts are formed from people’s obsessions. They can be understood as another form of people. Moreover, ghosts feed on people’s negative emotions, and they have never thought of completely exterminating us.” A man dressed in white casual clothes sat opposite the beast man, holding a scale.

"Wu Nian, do you know what nonsense you're spouting?" The patient grabbed the white-clad man by the collar: "It's because there are too many people like you that Hope City has become like this!"

"Democracy, fairness, freedom—aren't these the very things that distinguish humans from animals?" Even with his collar grabbed, the white-clad man's expression remained unchanged; he truly believed this.

"I really want to destroy your personality and throw you into those strongholds where monsters raise you, so you can experience the life of the lowest-level survivors." The patient's eyes were bloodshot and terrifying.

“I know you climbed to where you are now from being ‘livestock,’ which is why you care so much about them. But you need to think carefully; these are necessary sacrifices.”

"Hope gained at the cost of sacrificing some people is not true hope at all. Stop deceiving yourself." The patient let go of his hand and prepared to enter the ever-expanding ghost realm, but the man in white stopped him and gestured for him to enter the black mist.

“I know a lot about the hatred around Hope New City, so I’ll handle those two.” Before the patients could make a choice, the man in white had already taken the scales and walked into the Ghost Realm.

"Coward! How could someone like you have eight personality awakenings? It seems there's no such thing as fairness in this world!"

Fueled by rage, the patient charged into the black mist: "What kind of hellish realm is this? Why can I sense different kinds of hatred within it?"

The bandages on his body gradually came off, and the patient's body began to change: "Whatever, it doesn't matter. No ghost can withstand the torment of a brutal personality!"

The patient seemed to see something; the veins on his face bulged instantly, and the rationality in his eyes gradually faded: "Do you like playing hide-and-seek?"

From within the black mist, a giant, distorted fist slammed towards the patient. He made no attempt to dodge, focusing all his strength as he swung his fist with all his might!
The impact dispersed some of the mist, and the patient's entire arm hung limply, his hand bones broken. Yin energy had invaded him, and if it were someone else, they would probably have lost the ability to fight. But this guy had an extremely sickly smile on his face.

The more painful it is, the more it seems to stimulate him.

The exposed bone was pushed back into place, and it seemed as if countless invisible worms were parasitizing the patient's blood, rapidly repairing the patient's body.

"The brutal feast has begun!"

The patient looked like a mad dog, on all fours, his hospital gown torn apart by his swollen body, revealing various marks left by ghosts on his body.

This madman was once raised by different ghosts and monsters. He had been tortured beyond recognition and his body had been injected with all sorts of strange things and curses. By a twist of fate, he gained superhuman self-healing abilities.

In some ways, he can no longer be considered human.

After the principal's location was confirmed, the patient's body began to deform. His flesh and blood could harm ghosts and monsters. The more pain he was in, the more active the worms hidden in his flesh and blood became.

"Die! Die!"

Blood flowed all over his body, and the patient climbed onto the principal. No matter how the principal attacked him, he could not get rid of him.

This madman tore apart the principal's soul, trying to enter the principal's body, displaying extreme brutality.

"Something that doesn't even qualify as hatred wants to deal with me?"

As if in response to his disdain, strands of white hair, solidified from hatred, silently approached and pierced his body.

"There's still a lingering hatred?"

The ghost realm unfolded around the patient, cracks appeared on his skin, and "drawers" that could be opened were created on his body.

Those drawers contained his life force and memories, the key to his survival through the darkness. It was his unwavering belief in being human that sustained him, allowing him to endure all sorts of inhuman torture.

But now, the hatred lurking in the darkness wants to target his most precious memories.

"Unforgivable, unforgivable!"

The patient grabbed the white hairs with his backhand, and the hate-stained white hairs easily cut through his body.

The excruciating pain made the patient laugh. He looked at his severed finger with an extremely bizarre expression: "A brutal personality not only represents brutality towards enemies, but also cruelty and tyranny towards oneself."

No one expected that the blood and flesh residue clinging to the hair of hatred would also be controlled by the patient, and the unknown worms living in his blood would desperately gnaw at the soul of the white-haired hatred.

"The more pain I experience, the happier I become!" He had been raised by too many ghosts and monsters, making him immune to most curses, and even the ghost realm had little effect on him: "Are you afraid too? I used to be a normal person, but you forced me into this state! All the poison flowing in my body is my hatred for you!"

The patient roared hysterically, saying that if this continued, both the white-haired man and the principal would be invaded by strange bloodworms.

Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a wisp of black flame ignited in the sea of ​​fog.

The enormous whale leaped out of the water, flames atop its head burning the bloodworms on the white-haired creature's body.

The worms inside the patient's flesh struggled incessantly in the black fire, and after a long struggle, they were burned to ashes.

"A third kind of hatred?" The patient's eyelids twitched. The hatred burning with black flames could resist the worms in his flesh and blood. What was even more terrifying was that there might be other hatreds hidden in this dark and gloomy black mist!
The foggy sea seems to connect to the abyss of hell, where no one can see the truth, and the unknown is often the most terrifying.

The person with the brutal personality felt a slight urge to retreat; the monsters attacking the new city this time were far from ordinary.

He wanted to leave the black mist, but Han Fei was unwilling to let this big fish go.

When Han Fei saw this person with eight personality awakenings enter the black mist alone, his greed swelled uncontrollably. If he could keep the patient, he would gain another core combatant.

As the little girl appeared, a nightmare of terror emerged behind the patient. Two beings, fueled by black flames of hatred, suddenly unleashed their demonic power, attacking the patient both mentally and physically.

No matter how strong the patient was, he was no match for the two men filled with hatred. His limbs were twisted, and his will and soul were slowly being dragged into the abyss of his mind.

The black mist of greed crashed against the patient's body like waves. Han Fei tried to drag the patient into the abyss of greed, but failed.

Gao Cheng's abyss of greed can only imprison ghosts and monsters, and this has not changed even as his personality continues to awaken.

The only way to drag a patient into the abyss is to kill him and imprison his soul.

Sitting under the starlight, Gao Cheng silently watched Han Fei. Compared to Han Fei's greed, he was already a very selfless person.

“I can understand that personality cannot devour a living person.”

The patient's life hangs by a thread, yet Han Fei voluntarily gives up the opportunity to kill him. He is not the kind of pervert who destroys what he cannot have. When the gods celebrate their birthday, the patient will still help Hope City fight against Joy.

The commotion was too great, so after obtaining the last part of Da Nie's dismembered body, Han Fei decided to leave.

Hidden in the black fog, he switched on his masterful acting skills, throwing the souls of the criminals in the Joker case in front of the patients.

"I hope there are people within the new city plotting with hatred, preparing to sacrifice the entire city on the god's birthday. I'm here to warn you." Han Fei forced the criminals to reveal the truth.

The patient was stunned when he heard these words. He knew that there were problems with the senior management of Hope City, but he did not expect the problems to be so serious.

"You have been living in comfort for too long and have forgotten the horrors of ghosts and monsters. I hope my appearance can help you remember your cruel past."

The patient himself was a proponent of war, and he resonated with what Han Fei said.

"who are you?"

"He who raises the flame, to light your way in the darkness."

The black mist slowly dissipated, and Han Fei, who had used his power of words and masterful acting skills, had already fled, leaving the patient with a very unreal feeling. Just moments ago, he had been besieged by four people filled with hatred, his life hanging by a thread, but now he had suddenly been rescued and heard extremely shocking news.

Looking at the ruins and the destroyed laboratory building, the patient hesitated for a moment.

The several streams of hatred departed just like that; they did not harm the ordinary residents of the outer city, but only destroyed the laboratories that imprisoned rare monsters.

"Who is he?"

(End of this chapter)