My Healing Games

Chapter 897 The Collector of Hatred

"Team leader? The ally you're talking about is a ghost?" Dongquan respected Han Fei, but precisely because of that respect, he couldn't understand why he saw Han Fei with a ghost.

The Bureau of Investigation is most hostile to goblins. The two sides have long been sworn enemies. Forcibly controlling and enslaving them is acceptable, but if you ask goblins to be allies and fight alongside them, many members of the Bureau of Investigation would probably not agree.

"Teacher Gao, what exactly is going on? How come you still have contact with ghosts in secret?" Not only did Dongquan not understand, but the other members of the Thirteen Groups were also surprised. The survivors from the nearby children's hospital stronghold also had a drastic change in expression, as if they had just walked out of the wolf's den and fallen into the tiger's den.

“This is one of the reasons why I left the Investigation Bureau and went deep into Area A.” Han Fei stood among the group of Yin merchants and survivors: “The way humans and ghosts get along is not one side enslaving the other, but rather they depend on each other. Ghosts feed on the negative emotions of the living, and human obsessions and fears become ghosts. This is the bond between humans and ghosts, a bond that can transcend life and death.”

Using his power of words, Han Fei went to great lengths to calm the survivors: "Our allies are different from those monsters outside who are torturing survivors; they worship different gods."

The shadows dispersed, and the laughing statue was carried out by the underworld merchants. This clay sculpture was severely damaged and was not the one located underground at Ankang Pharmaceutical.

"I will provide order, safety and equality for everyone, so that whether you are human or ghost, you can live with dignity here."

Han Fei cleaned up the neighborhood around Baokang Children's Hospital. All the Scorpion Fathers and Snake Mothers were sacrificed to the clay sculptures. Most of the remaining survivors still retained their humanity.

The terrifying ideas that Hen Ying had instilled in the children were dispelled by Han Fei's healing starlight, and the entire stronghold regained its vitality.

After the situation had completely stabilized, Han Fei instructed the thirteenth group to gather the survivors in the street, hoping they would drip a drop of their blood onto the clay sculpture.

After the pact with the gods is completed, their faith will become the power of their laughter.

It is unspeakable that after his death, no one will remember him anymore. What Han Fei is trying to do now is the exact opposite. He wants more and more people to remember Kuangxiao, to make Kuangxiao the object of their prayers, and to have Kuangxiao's face appear in their minds whenever they encounter danger or difficulty, so that they will never forget him.

The children's hospital outpost had only a little over two thousand people, but the faith of those two thousand people had already changed the clay sculptures; the cracks healed, and the features of the deities became clearer.

"We need even more faith; a continuous stream of faith is far more suitable for maniacal laughter than blood sacrifice!"

After the survivors were taken back to their rooms, it was already late at night. Han Fei stood alone in front of the statue and silently opened the abyss of greed.

Black mist blanketed the streets, obscuring everyone's view. Han Fei walked up to the altar and grasped the hand of the statue.

“I don’t think sacrificing a city is the right choice. I will save you in another way.”

"We will change our destiny, we will change the world, but we will never change ourselves."

“The kids said you’ve become the kind of person they hate the most, but I think the reason you made those choices is because you’re still you.”

Han Fei offered all the souls he had absorbed in the deep-sea aquarium, the memories Gao Cheng didn't need from the eyes of the gods, and the offerings he had recently accumulated to Kuangxiao.

The wounds on the clay statue have all healed, and its skin has gradually become as smooth and translucent as jade, with the blood vessels flowing beneath the skin visible.

Han Fei felt as if the person in front of him had come to life, the person who knew him best in the world, was standing in the distance waiting for him.

"Attention player number 0000! You have completed a new sacrifice! The sacrifice level is Hatred! Congratulations on receiving a huge experience reward all to yourself!"

"Attention player number 0000! You have successfully reached level 30! One free attribute point added!"

After laughing wildly and sacrificing himself, Han Fei leveled up at an astonishing speed, which should be the normal leveling speed!

"Changing to a hidden class has been a huge help to me. I hope I can unlock the new class before the God's birthday, so I can be more confident."

After withdrawing the black mist, Han Fei summoned the members of Group Thirteen and Yin Shang to the Children's Hospital to discuss the next steps.

The Investigation Bureau's map was laid out on the table. Yin Shang and members of the Investigation Bureau sat on opposite sides of the table, both feeling somewhat uncomfortable. The scene was quite eerie.

"I know you're still a little unaccustomed to it, but I want to tell you something." Han Fei first looked at Dong Quan: "A lot of hatred in Area A is feeding the living. The reason we were able to rescue those compatriots in the most dangerous Area A is because of the power of Yin Shang and ghosts. Without their help, I don't know how many people would have died."

After Dongquan fell into deep thought, Han Fei looked at Yinshang again: "If the new gods want to replace the old gods, they must make changes. We need the survivors to provide faith. You all still retain your rationality and humanity. You know how to get along with them, right?"

Han Fei couldn't spend too much time dealing with internal issues, so he directly issued the final order: "Yin Shang, follow me to other survivor strongholds to rescue people and change everyone's views on ghosts and monsters. The rescued survivors will be managed by professionals from the school stronghold. When I'm not around, Yan Lan will be in charge, with Dong Quan as his assistant."

"You're going to hunt down hatred with ghosts and monsters?" Winter Dog hesitated. "Are they really trustworthy?"

"They were once living, breathing human beings, just like you."

As the clock struck midnight, at the height of the ghosts' power, Han Fei and Anian led a large number of Yin merchants out of the stronghold.

Before long, news of the new survivor stronghold will spread. Han Fei wants to collect as much faith as possible for Kuangxiao before then, so that more people will remember him. In addition, Han Fei also wants to see where his limits are, how long his body and will can sustain continuous battles driven by hatred.

"I need to create a passage in Area A to bring Gao Cheng's mother out safely."

No one has ever been as crazy as Han Fei, almost single-handedly taking on numerous enemies.

Information about each building flashed through Han Fei's mind. His eyes burned with boundless greed, his ambition was uncontrollable, as if he wanted to devour the entire city!
The Yin merchants following behind Han Fei all bowed their heads and followed him. They truly regarded Han Fei as a god in their hearts, and the two figures unconsciously overlapped.

A-Nian's friendliness towards Han Fei is constantly increasing; in Han Fei, he sees the future and hope.

"let's start!"

From the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory of Yong Sheng Pharmaceutical, which is closest to Bao Kang Children's Hospital, the black mist of greed surrounding Han Fei has never dissipated. Resentment is used as fertilizer for the new world, and hatred is regarded as prey. Since the outbreak of the great disaster, no one has ever been able to push the ghosts to this extent.

In one night, Han Fei hunted down two enemies of hatred. Just as he was about to drag the third enemy of hatred into the abyss of greed, the night sky, shrouded in dark clouds, turned blood red. A blood-red lightning bolt struck around him, and it seemed as if a narrow eye had appeared in the sky.

In that instant, Han Fei felt as if he were being stared at by something extremely terrifying, and his heart felt as if it had been frozen.

However, the anomaly disappeared in just a few seconds, but the sky over the core urban area of ​​Area A turned deep red, as if the clouds were being slowly sliced ​​to death, leaving a large, bloody patch.

"Attention Player No. 0000! Due to your repeated violations of the rules and crossing the line with the gods, the Joyful Shrine Memory World will enter the third stage!"

"All restrictions on ghosts and monsters have been lifted, because ghosts and monsters have become more violent and dangerous due to the negative emotions of the gods, and they will be more aggressive."

"The time until dawn has shortened again! The passage to the deep world is no longer stable, and the thirteenth wave of calamity may arrive ahead of schedule."

"Attention player number 0000! You have obtained the ultra-rare permanent title - Hatred Collector!"

"Hatred Collector: Imprison three sources of hatred within 24 hours. To obtain this title, one must possess extremely strong abilities and an exceptionally twisted psyche! Upon obtaining this title, all your attributes will increase by one point! Your mental threshold will increase by ten! The damage from hatred will be permanently reduced by one percent! Your damage to hatred will be permanently increased by one percent! When hatred first encounters you, there is a certain probability that it will be overcome with fear!"

"Does hatred make me fearful? Is there something wrong with the wording of this title?"

Standing under the healing starlight, Han Fei watched as the third source of hatred was dragged into the abyss, and at the same time, his body slowly collapsed.

Including the initial Hate Infant, Han Fei hunted down four Hate Instincts in one night, pushing his spirit and will to their limits.

"Hate Infant, Thousand Faces, Medicine Ghost, Mr. Evil Spirit conjured from urban legends, I've seen a lot of data about people with eight personalities awakened, but none of them are like you." Ah Nian has the database of Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals in his mind, but the database has never recorded such a powerful person with eight personalities awakened. Han Fei is simply a freak that even computers cannot predict.

"The nights are getting longer. Get the survivors to Baokang base as soon as possible." Han Fei killed three enemies and rescued a large number of survivors. Many bases would not take in the old, weak, sick and disabled, as they were also tainted by curses. Only Han Fei, with his healing personality, could help them without any worries.

Drops of fresh blood fell onto the statue of the god. The disaster victims gave their faith, and Han Fei sprinkled healing starlight on their souls, rewarding them with health.

“Collecting faith like this is still too slow.” Han Fei looked into the depths of Area A: “I remember that the Ghost Mother has saved many people, and many little ghosts also obey the Ghost Mother’s orders.”

The road to the core of Area A has been breached by Han Fei, and neither he nor Gao Cheng wanted to wait any longer.

(End of this chapter)