646: Chapter 646: A Happy Heart 646: Chapter 646: A Happy Heart “Why does the script cover look like this?
Did I willingly embrace death and forget everything in the past?
Then why did I do it?”
What must a person endure to crazily want to forget all mories?
Could it be that those mories are filled with pain and despair?
Han Fei’s heart was continually beating, this ti not out of fear, but because of another emotion he couldn’t yet understand.
“Soone wants to kill , and he has succeeded ninety-nine tis, or rather, I cooperated with him to die those ninety-nine tis…”
With a blank mind, only fragnts of death remained, and Han Fei stood under the blood night, his gaze moving to the surrounding ga participants.
“Who could that person be?
Whose body might he be hiding in?
Is it a ga participant, my parents, or the doctor who treated ?”
The Joker provided Han Fei with a lot of important information, and it seed like a trade between them.
The appearance of the Joker convinced Han Fei of one thing more firmly: he was definitely not a stay-at-ho scriptwriter; he was very likely the player who had previously scored ninety-nine points and was closest to clearing the ga.
Pocketing the scrap of paper torn from the script cover, under the blood night, Han Fei’s face appeared strange, “The Joker casually killed a ga participant, and I also felt like he killed many tis; he’s definitely not a good person, but the words he said didn’t seem like lies.
What kind of decision do I need to make?
Or rather, what decision is the right one?”
Han Fei pondered silently, the other players were already panicking.
So gathered around the corpse of the player, clumsily trying to wake it, while the strongest player was fully engaged in combating the monster called Happiness.
The more it was attacked, the more frenzied the monster beca, its twenty-two arms seemingly representing an unyielding will, determined to shred everyone into fertilizer for the flowers.
“F!
Soone’s dead!”
“I can’t hold it any longer!
Retreat!”
“Let the people with special talents go first!”
The players’ voices rose incessantly, but F, the one holding Black Saber, remained silent.
After dodging the Giant Monster’s first wave of attacks, he coldly stated, “No one is allowed to leave!
The Killer Short-haired Ghost is in this building.
If you guys panic and run down now, you’ll be killed by the Ghost!
The tragic death of Short-haired is what awaits you all!”
If F had simply told the players not to leave, most would probably be dissatisfied, but F made his reasoning very clear.
“The Ghost has already left, if you think about escaping now, this is your only chance.” Han Fei did not an to contradict F on purpose, but the unease in his heart had dissipated, indicating that the real Joker Ghost had indeed left.
If they delayed further, the “Ghosts” in the other apartnt buildings might co over, as no one knew exactly how many “Ghosts” lived in this compound.
Hearing Han Fei’s words, the players hadn’t reacted yet, but F’s expression changed first; he did not like dissenting voices.
When two voices erged in a team, many plans would beco difficult to advance.
The other players were also skeptical about what Han Fei said.
They were not familiar with Han Fei, so how could they trust a stranger?
Moreover, the corpse of Short-haired was not far away, its body not even cold yet.
The Exit was right there, very safe, yet no one approached it.
“F, the deathly aura over there is indeed dissipating.” Achong only helped Han Fei with one sentence before F pushed him in front of the Giant Monster.
“Always ek and compliant, how will you survive in this nightmarish world?
Show your other side, and I’ll teach you to beco a better version of yourself!”
As F unconsciously ntioned “a better version of yourself,” both Han Fei and F froze for a mont, but they still ignored it.
“No!
I really can’t!” Achong feared F the most, having a natural terror of him, a response borne from countless near-death experiences, knowing that if F truly harbored a killing intent, he had no chance of survival.
Caught off-guard, Achong was swiftly grabbed by the monster’s slender arms, and he loudly begged for help, but no player dared face the terrifying monster directly.
After all, the team was only united by mutual interest; they could support each other, but would not risk death for a rescue.
The imnsely vicious Giant Monster exerted imnse pressure on everyone, including Qianye, who hesitated despite having the best physical strength.
He glanced at F, seeming to confirm F’s real intentions.
Dressed in a black coat and wearing a white mask, F stood nearest to the monster and Achong.
He neither retreated to abandon Achong nor moved forward to rescue him; he seed to really only intend to push Achong’s potential to the limit.
Perhaps his actions were not wrong, but to those players, his behavior seed sowhat excessive.
“Stick to the plan, get into position!
Don’t waste the opportunity Achong created!” F and the Monster were vastly different in physical abilities, not on the sa level at all.
Soone needed to draw the Monster’s attention for him to accurately strike the Monster’s weak point.
Achong’s screams rose as multiple arms grabbed him, his body felt like it was being torn apart.
“Move!”
F issued the command, but only half of the players followed his arrangent, and of that half, so still hid at the back, indecisive.
“If you don’t obey , we’ll all die here, you and I have no other choice!”
The cold voice erged from behind the mask, F was always like this: calm, impersonal, maximizing efficiency and results to the highest degree.
With the Black Saber in his hand, no one knew what he was thinking, but his confident words suggested that as long as they followed his instructions, all difficulties could be easily overco.
Qianye, who had the best relationship with F, was the first to act.
Leading by example, those one-in-a-million players with special talents began their assault on the Monster.
They had previously practiced maneuvers against various types of monsters, each performing their role and diverting the Monster’s attention, creating an opportunity for F, but the ordeal was far from over for Achong.
Caught by the Monster’s arms, sounds of dislocated bones ca from his body; one arm holding a vial was even stuffing a bottle full of dicine into his mouth.
“Save !
F!
Save !” If he swallowed those pills, Achong might not die, but he could turn into a monster.
His voice trembled with fear, his face stricken with horror.
F watched everything, unable to find a weakness in the Monster.
For everyone to escape danger, he chose to continue waiting.
The train of fate moved onward, the tracks ahead bound a group of people, whereas a single line next to it held only Achong.
F, as if he were the driver of the train, changed direction without hesitation, thinking, if he could save the majority, what then was killing one person by his own hand?
“F!
You deceived !” Achong quickly found himself unable to speak as the dicine bottle approached, and he saw those deathly pills inside.
Each pill seed to bear the face of a crying child, the pills appeared sticky with their tears, sprouting black-red filants resembling fine hair.
Happiness’s four arms grabbed Achong’s limbs, and a fifth arm pressed the dicine bottle to his mouth.
The black-red pills rolled out of the bottle, and just as they were about to fall into Achong’s mouth, a knife flew from afar, effortlessly severing the arm holding the dicine bottle.
The knife blade dropped, and Achong, who had already been frightened into crying, turned his head to see Han Fei dodging around in the crimson Flower Sea, wearing a white mask.
Without any real technique, he relied solely on his astounding reflexes to close in quickly.
Seeing Han Fei lead the charge and provoke the Monster, the other players also ignited with hope, stepping forward one by one.
F originally had so dissatisfaction with Han Fei, but upon seeing Han Fei’s willingness to cooperate with him, that dissatisfaction slowly faded; he didn’t like Han Fei, but that was just personal emotion.
As a player wanting to accumulate a hundred points and clear the ga, he would go out of his way to cozy up to and use anything that could help him clear the ga.
Under those circumstances, no one could approach the Monster, only a long-distance attack aid at the arm with the dicine bottle would work.
F’s Black Saber could also do the sa thing, but he did not act that way; all these were seen by Achong and taken to heart.
Several players distracted two to three arms each, weaving through the limited rooftop space.
Unexpectedly to Han Fei, these players seed as if they had anticipated encountering this Monster, all having undergone specific training for this purpose.
They were different from Han Fei; he dodged based on bodily instinct, while those people seed as if soone had told them the answers in advance.
“There is soone among the players just like the Joker, who knew the answer to fate in advance.”
Without further thought, an image of F erged at the bottom of Han Fei’s eyes; that player was really strange.
Dodging the Monster’s arms, Han Fei’s objective was very clear; he just wanted to save Achong and also retrieve the dagger he had thrown.
F seed to be the real owner of the Perfect Life Inn; he had gathered a large group of ga participants, true and false, and confronting F directly wasn’t beneficial to Han Fei at all, so he wanted to employ a different strategy, dismantling him step by step.
Another thing was that hearing Achong’s voice made Han Fei vaguely feel that he knew him; they must have been friends before.
Quickly closing the distance, each of Han Fei’s steps seed to land on nodes of fate; it was as if he walked on the line between life and death, always managing to dodge the Monster’s attacks from unimaginable angles.
It felt as though he had practiced countless tis before, everything imprinted in his muscles.
The closer Han Fei got, the more panicked the Monster beca, twenty-two arms diverging to try to grab him.
“Why won’t it let close in?” Han Fei rembered what was said behind the Joker’s mask, “Number Eleven, even knowing Happiness is a Monster, still chose to approach.
The poor child has no real demands of Happiness, not minding its oozing wounds.”
Han Fei seed to understand the key point; his gaze penetrated the twenty-two arms of foster parents and fixated on the Monster’s ugly face and the heart written all over with pleading words.
“This is the Happiness of Number Eleven, ugly and aggressive, but it fundantally represents the image of happiness in a child’s mind.”
Feeling as if the at in his stomach digested quickly, Han Fei sped forward.
F, perceiving sothing from a distance, no longer hesitated and lunged forward with his knife.
The arms of the foster parents were all distracted, and F’s speed, shockingly fast, seed to have reached the current limits of the players, deftly maneuvering through the arms and rushing beside Han Fei to the Monster itself.
Standing side by side, they both set their sights on the Monster’s exposed heart.
However, their reactions differed completely next; F drew his knife and chopped at Happiness’s heart, while Han Fei reached out both hands, intending to remove the heart wrapped by the foster arms and place it into his own chest.
“Stop!”
“Stop it!”
Han Fei and F both cautioned each other, yet neither slowed down.
As they nearly touched the Monster’s heart, countless black thorns sprouted from the flowers nearby.
Notably, these thorns did not stop Han Fei but exclusively blocked F.
“I saved the child in the flower pot!”
Past choices altered the present, sothing flashed through Han Fei’s mind, and he touched Happiness’s heart a step ahead.
F reacted extrely quickly, uncharacteristically like a normal human.
He risked his arms getting injured to slash through the thorns; then, his blade speed undiminished, he aid directly at the heart in Han Fei’s hands, apparently ready to sever Han Fei’s fingers along with it.
Han Fei wanted to save his hand, seeming to have no choice but to let go of the heart, but at the last mont, he hesitated; he did not want to hand this tornted heart over to F.
In a blink, F’s Black Saber touched Han Fei’s fingers, but at that mont, countless screams erged from inside the saber’s hilt.
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