My Healing Games

Chapter 989 The Redemption of the First Demon
"Catch him!"

Wuchang picked up the falling Huang Ying, but only held him for a second before throwing him away.

It's not that Wuchang is too aloof; it's mainly because Huang Ying's body is covered in the black blood of the first generation of ghosts. Apart from Han Fei, it seems that no one or no ghost can get close to him.

The game pod had been destroyed, but Huang Ying was still wearing the game helmet. Han Fei quickly approached, intending to help Huang Ying remove the helmet. However, as he held the helmet in his hands, the black blood flowing on Huang Ying's body suddenly began to gush towards him.

Before Han Fei could react, the ghost blood burrowed directly into his body, merging with his will and soul. The two were perfectly compatible, as if only Han Fei could control the darkest and most desperate blood filth.

"Brother Huang? Can you hear me?" Han Fei tried to take off the game helmet. The moment he took it off, the helmet shattered in his hand, turning into black and white fragments.

It was only then that he realized that the game helmet that Meng placed at the core of the Nightmare Factory was pieced together from fragments of life, and that the game helmet was like a simple black box with only one layer.

Taking advantage of the situation, Han Fei collected all the fragments and then used his healing personality on Huang Ying. The power to soothe Huang Ying's mental wounds repaired Huang Ying's soul, forcefully pulling Huang Ying back from the brink of his soul's annihilation.

The eleventh layer of nightmare began to collapse, and Huang Ying opened his eyes in a daze. He pointed at Han Fei, and after opening his mouth for a long time, he finally managed to utter a single word—"ghost."

"Do you think I'm a ghost?" Han Fei continued to use his healing personality. In the entire nightmare, he was the only one who possessed the ability to heal the mind and soul. Who would have thought that the executioner wielding the butcher's knife was actually a doctor who healed the sick and saved lives?

As the nightmare dissipated, Huang Ying slowly woke up, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment.

A large number of nightmares had just entered his body, and some of the black blood of the first generation of demons remained on his skin, slowly seeping into his body. Although Brother Huang was not living a life of luxury with Han Fei, he was still "well-off" in terms of food and clothing.

“There are some memories hidden in that game helmet. The call you heard earlier was from those memories…” Huang Ying quickly spoke as soon as he regained some strength. He looked so anxious that it was as if he had to tell Han Fei these words before he died, not even a second later.

"Who left behind the memories that are calling out to me? Could it be my parents?" Han Fei's heart pounded as he stared intently at Huang Ying.

Shaking his head slightly, Huang Ying pointed to the black blood on his body: "This blood was left by its owner. It was the first ghost to appear in the human world, ignorant of everything. It carries people's negative emotions and deep despair. Anyone who gets close to it will be cursed, not only suffering misfortune for life, but also destined for a life full of hardships and a very tragic death."

"What does that have to do with me?" Han Fei remembered very clearly that the first ghost appeared a long time ago, and should be a contemporary of the first owner of the black box, much, much earlier than Fu Sheng.

“Everyone fears the First Demon. Some people try everything to destroy it, but a very small number of people have helped it. It was also that very small number of people who made the First Demon feel the warmth of the human world, causing a slight abnormality to arise in its body, which was filled with negative emotions.” Huang Ying seemed to be telling a very long dream, a dream long enough to be buried for time: “If we compare the First Demon to the Deep World, that slight abnormality is like you.”

"Could you put it more simply?" Han Fei increased the healing power, allowing Huang Ying to regain his senses more quickly.

"The first generation of demons was a true despair, devoid of any vitality or desire. It even preferred self-destruction, but tragically, as long as despair continues to arise in the world, it can never truly disappear." Huang Ying felt that despair in his memories, where even death was impossible, and he could only endure the pain forever, collapsing in suffering.

"But the first demon I saw in the shrine's memory world was a corpse! That means it was successfully killed later!" Han Fei had seen the first demon many times, and it always appeared in various unspeakable memories in the form of a corpse.

"It never truly died; it was merely stripped of its self-awareness." Huang Ying tried to recall the memories he had seen: "Those who tried to destroy the First Demon by any means necessary were all killed by the First Demon. On the contrary, those who wanted to help the First Demon gained its approval. Together, they found a way to make the First Demon no longer feel despair, which was to strip it of its self-awareness."

"Did the first demon lack self-awareness?"

"Yes, its main consciousness is boundless despair, and this part of its consciousness is sealed in some unknown place; the trace of abnormal emotion born deep in the soul of the first ghost is hidden in people's bodies. When the despair of the main consciousness goes out of control and erupts one day, only that trace of abnormal consciousness can heal the first ghost." Huang Ying was recounting the memories he had seen, but Han Fei seemed to be looking in a mirror.

Standing up, Han Fei considered Huang Ying's words in relation to himself and Kuang Xiao, and felt they made some sense: "Do all those possessed by the abnormal consciousness of the First Generation Demon have a healing personality?"

“I don’t know that, but I remember hearing that all those who are consumed by abnormal emotions are the hope in the deepest despair. They are often unfortunate throughout their lives, yet kind throughout their lives.” Huang Ying looked at Han Fei very seriously: “That excludes you first. I can’t even count the ghosts that have died at your hands.”

"If I weren't kind, would I have risked my life to save these players? They're just strangers to me." Han Fei gestured for Huang Ying to continue.

"The abnormal consciousness of the first demon is rooted deep within the soul. It will enter the body of another child as one soul dissipates. The specific selection criteria weren't mentioned in my memory, but that consciousness really likes children who have had similar experiences." As Huang Ying said this, he noticed that Han Fei seemed to have been struck by lightning, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to continue: "What's wrong with you?"

“I… suddenly thought of something.” Han Fei stood in the slowly dissipating city: “Child Zero became Maniac Laughter after the bloody night, and it was on that night that I began to live in his place. He hid himself in the deepest despair and let me step onto the stage.”

Han Fei thought of a possibility, but he dared not voice this guess, because even he himself felt a chill run down his spine.

Twin flowers, the deepest despair, the owner of the black box, the ghosts surrounding the game pod—these seem to have been hinting at him for a long time.

"It turns out that the script I played as the first lead role in was a twin flower that fate had written in advance."

Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked at his hands. The black blood of the first demon had perfectly merged into his body, and he felt no discomfort.

"After Fu Sheng and his children were infused with the blood of the first generation of demons, they became unspeakable demons, but I was not..."

Seeing that Han Fei's mental state was not very stable, Huang Ying asked with some concern, "Should I continue?"

"Speak, tell me everything you've seen." Han Fei moved a stone brick over, sat down next to Huang Ying, and listened attentively.

Huang Ying didn't hide anything; he told Han Fei everything he had seen until the eleventh level of the nightmare completely shattered.

The city, modeled after the Deep World, was absorbed by Han Fei's ghostly runes. Players who were not bewitched by the dream were able to leave smoothly, but those who lost their self-awareness and actively sided with the dream were dragged into the deeper darkness.

Opening their eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the hospital in the main urban area, stopping not far from the shrine.

The gray fog had not yet dissipated, and a strong smell of blood had been added to the fog.

"If we keep going forward, we should be able to reach the shrine." Huang Ying had a surreal feeling. His spirit and soul had undergone a great change in the eleventh level of the nightmare. All the nightmares that Han Fei hadn't killed in the Nightmare Factory had entered his body, bringing him great benefits.

"Let's not go any further for now." The shrine is right in front of us, but we need to be more cautious now. Han Fei knows very well the terror of dreams, and the other party will definitely not sit idly by and wait to die.

“I think so too.” Huang Ying looked at the nightmare mark on his body: “Whenever I get close to the shrine, I feel a deep-seated fear. That power seems capable of easily destroying my soul.”

"Better safe than sorry. I'm not in good shape right now. I'll come back after I've recovered." Han Fei turned around decisively without the slightest hesitation: "The next time I come in, it will be when I settle things with Meng. I will then take four million players out with me."

Taking out the meat cooked by Xu Qin, Han Fei swallowed it in large gulps to regain his strength, while simultaneously recalling the neighbors of Happiness Community to their ghostly forms.

"Let's go, there are still many players waiting for you outside." Han Fei took the time to coach Huang Ying on his acting skills, so that Huang Ying could act more naturally.

After Huang Ying put on the acting master mask, the two walked out of the main urban area hospital one after the other.

The cheers of the crowd almost dispelled the gray fog near the hospital. The players seemed to have received the news in advance, crowding the hospital exit in layers. This scene was much larger than when Han Fei came out last time.

"What happened?" Huang Ying and Han Fei were both puzzled. It wasn't until a player reminded them that they realized the top players from the top 100 guilds had successfully escaped the nightmare.

They were trapped in the hospital, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and almost perished. At the critical moment, Huang Ying stirred up a storm.

The lost players had no idea what had happened. When they regained their senses and reason, they saw Huang Ying fall from a great height in the city center.

The area around Huang Ying had been completely reduced to ruins, as if an extremely fierce battle had taken place!

It's obvious that Huang Ying, the number one player, saved them!

Deep in despair, about to be forever trapped in a nightmare, yet there is someone willing to fight against the entire city alone and save everyone—that person is probably a hero.

Previously, some top players were dissatisfied with Huang Ying, but now those same players are defending Huang Ying more than anyone else.

The players' public chat room was in an uproar. Huang Ying had not only made a miraculous return but also saved everyone. The players' previous despair was swept away. Those players who had come to join the dream had mixed feelings. Their nature wanted to support Huang Ying, but their humanity, which had been distorted by the dream, forced them to want to torture and kill Huang Ying.

"The eleventh level of the nightmare is a little more difficult than I imagined." Huang Ying and Han Fei hadn't rehearsed their lines beforehand, and he didn't know that Han Fei had already said he had entered the twelfth level of the nightmare. Fortunately, Huang Ying knew that saying too much would lead to mistakes, so he didn't say much, only a faint smile on his face.

Back at their base in the Happiness Community, the top leaders of the top ten guilds personally visited them. They were genuinely grateful to Huang Ying this time, as he had helped them protect their assets and maintain the "force" to keep order.

"No need to thank me, it's what I should do." Huang Ying sat in the president's seat, looking at everyone at eye level: "Our goals are the same, and I will do my best to lead all the players away and fulfill my promise to everyone."

These few simple words, spoken by Huang Ying, were incredibly inspiring. Players crowded outside the Happiness Community outpost, seemingly filled with hope just by seeing Huang Ying, as if the night sky above them was also illuminated.

Han Fei silently gnawed on a pig's heart in the shadows. He was also happy to see this scene, his lips twitching stiffly, but he still couldn't show a real smile.

"Brother Huang knew the truth about the game in advance, so from the first day he started playing, he worked harder and fought harder than any other player. He deserved all of this."

Withdrawing his gaze, Han Fei turned and left. He was happy not because he found the scene comical, but because he felt that if he were to fall one day, others would raise the torch that he had lit with his life's work.

(End of this chapter)