689: Chapter 689: Stage Nine 689: Chapter 689: Stage Nine The death video shot from the perspective of ghosts and monsters touched Han Fei’s heart.
He saw himself in the eyes of his family mbers, the self that had long been forgotten.
He felt moved, embarrassed, delighted, and even a bit of happiness—emotions he had never experienced before.
Lying on the Paperman’s legs, Han Fei’s consciousness entered the Brain Sea wrapped in the Spell, where the huge colorful Butterfly stirred up a storm, desperately trying to tear apart Han Fei’s brain and destroy everything in the Brain Sea to take out the maze map.
Nightmares are woven from a person’s past mories and despair.
After being driven to desperation by the Spell, the incarnation of “Dream” slamd into the largest crack on the mory barrier with all its anger.
The pain of that mont made Han Fei feel as if his head was being torn apart.
He rembered experiencing similar agony a long ti ago when soone had opened his skull and placed sothing inside.
The Butterfly, branded with the maze tattoo, was one of the most valued incarnations of Dream.
Its huge body colored the entire city, shedding countless Dream Dust with each flap of its wings, causing storms in the Brain Sea.
As the owner of this body, Han Fei didn’t resist the Butterfly’s invasion; he was going to use the most evil and dangerous villain as his own surgical knife to cut open the fetters fate had placed on him.
“I should be able to rember them this ti, right?”
The giant Butterfly with no escape, bearing the maze tattoo on its body, burrowed into the mory barrier.
Far from hindering it, Han Fei let the Blood-colored Paperman inject all sorts of mory-related Spells into the Brain Sea, allowing the most malicious and terrifying Spells to follow the Butterfly into the deepest parts of a person’s most precious consciousness.
That place which touches the root of the soul, hiding all the past and feelings, is the foundation of what makes a person uniquely themselves.
But Han Fei dared to pour the Spell without hesitation—decisive, ruthless—showing unconditional trust in the Blood-colored Paperman.
Consciousness couldn’t see beyond the mory barrier, Han Fei could only tell that the cracks on it were getting bigger, the blood of despair kept seeping out, forcefully staining the Brain Sea red.
More and more mory Fragnts flowed out with the blood of despair, and Han Fei saw many monts from his previous life.
“What exactly have I been through?”
The frequency of encounters with Fierce Ghosts and Monsters was higher than the number of tis he ate each day.
After Midnight, he was either running for his life or on the road to escape, a life so outrageous that not even horror films would dare to depict for fear of exhausting the ghosts.
The intermittent fragnts made Han Fei recall many things, as if there were four different types of mories deep in his mind.
One type ca from the numb and introverted day, another from the thrilling and terrifying night, another from living through the past of others, and the last was entirely a blood-red muddle.
“During the day, I’m introverted and insecure.
At night, I’m so crazed that even I’m scared of myself.
Which one is the real ?”
The Butterfly excelled in manipulating human hearts, with the Talent to weave a person’s despair and mories.
To escape from Han Fei’s Brain Sea, it risked soul scattering to gather the most desperate, painful mories from behind Han Fei’s mory barrier.
It intended to unleash all the despair and pain to completely destroy Han Fei, turning him into a puppet forever lost in despair.
But it didn’t know that this was the mont Han Fei was also waiting for.
The most painful mories burned like fire in the Brain Sea.
All the agonizing past turned into flas that scorched Han Fei’s Soul, throwing his Will into a sea of fire.
Each nerve was pulled by pain as Han Fei’s consciousness was like a lone boat in a storm, battered by despair and agony.
When he was nearly unable to hold on, the videotapes left by the seven ghosts gave him strength.
Family, care, friendship, Accompany—these emotions, completely absent from his mind, erged with the video images, showing that he wasn’t alone.
Even in the deepest despair, there were people willing to stay with him, through thick and thin.
His closed eyes began to tremble, and Han Fei felt the Blood-colored Paperman gently stroking his head as the seven Ghosts and Monsters in the video looked at him with concern.
As his Soul was about to be torn apart, he gained the strength to keep going—those warm feelings, so called anticipation, others called hope.
“I won’t just disappear!
My existence has its own aning!
No matter what this city becos in the future, at least in this mont, there are people in this city who care about .
Even for those who miss , I won’t choose to give up!”
Han Fei’s head felt like it was about to split open, but his Soul roared.
Never before had he been so certain of his own heart.
“I have my own family, my own friends, and people I love.
It’s they who have made a unique presence in this world; no one can take my place!”
Countless mories were crushed by despair, and beneath the blood-red mory Sea lay a completely sealed off Blood-colored Orphanage!
The Butterfly gathered all the negatives in Han Fei’s Brain Sea, but it still couldn’t shake the Orphanage behind the mory barrier.
In desperation, it chose to stimulate Han Fei to the maximum, magnifying the negative emotions and then crashing them into the Orphanage deep in the Blood Sea.
The Butterfly had seen through it—Han Fei’s mory foundation lay in that Orphanage.
Only by destroying it could Han Fei truly be broken.
The rust on the gates began to fall off, and the Butterfly, despite everything, fluttered its wings to whip up the storm of negative mories, hurling all of Han Fei’s nightti experiences at the Orphanage.
The tightly shut doors of the Orphanage were finally opened at this mont!
The bells of mourning rang out, and a crimson flood surged from the orphanage, thirty-one children’s laughter erging simultaneously.
The Butterfly tried to escape with the fluttering of its wings, but everything was already too late.
Deep within Han Fei’s mories lay a Blood Sea, the Butterfly had always thought that the orphanage was hidden within that Sea of Blood, but the truth was that the orphanage concealed both a Sea of Blood and endless Blood Debts—it was what had dyed Han Fei’s Brain Sea red!
Those who were originally locked in the Blood-colored Orphanage had vanished, in their place, only remnants of a butterfly wing’s fragnts remained.
Sensing the presence of its kin, the giant Butterfly truly beca frightened, able to read the mories of others, it saw the entire process of the other butterfly being crushed to death.
And the Madman, who should have been locked up in the Blood-colored Orphanage, found a way to leave through Han Fei’s continual deaths and unconsciousness because he had crushed that butterfly.
Most of his Personalities were still hidden sowhere in the Blood-colored Orphanage, but a small part of his consciousness had already escaped from the orphanage.
mories filled with blood and slaughter overwheld the Butterfly, as imnse crimson waves battered against the barrier of mories.
The Sea of Blood within the orphanage was unleashed, the barrier that sealed Han Fei’s mories wobbled precariously, and nurous mory Fragnts flowed through the cracks.
Laughter of the children rang in his brain, Han Fei saw thirty-one children’s faces, saw the inhuman treatnt they once suffered, and those thirty-one children were just the tip of the iceberg; each one was selected from many more innocent children.
There were too many of them, most of the children fell amid endless agony, only one child made it to the end by relying on a special Healing-type Personality.
The Personality that was once deed completely non-aggressive picked up a knife on the last night of the experint, out of despair, and before going completely mad, he ended all the children’s pain and despair by his own hand.
The bloody night enveloped everything, Han Fei, protected by the curse at the center, watched the mory Fragnts deep in his mind; he was accepting his past in this manner.
Two divided Personalities, on this day when the mories were completely cleared, began to devour each other anew, each wanting to beco their true selves.
“Which one is ?
Which one is the real !”
The orphanage surged with blood-colored mories, drowning everything and crushing the colorfully patterned Butterfly beneath them.
The wings, as dreamy and illusory as they were, turned into bubbles, and the tattoo of the giant Paradise Maze was scattered across Han Fei’s Brain Sea, with the core of the maze’s map precisely at the deepest part of Han Fei’s Brain Sea.
That place, impossible to touch even by consciousness, seed to conceal a black box; nobody knew why it was there, nor did anyone know what was inside the box, but it seed to be the answer to the maze.
“Han Fei!
Han Fei!”
Call after call echoed in his ears, quickly masked by the children’s laughter, Han Fei strained to maintain his consciousness, not allowing himself to rge with the Sea of Blood, trying hard to distinguish the voices that retained him, like a stubborn child wanting to retrieve bright pearls amidst a storm.
His life had been one of blood, but now, soone had beco his concern and reluctance to leave.
“Han Fei!
I rember you!
We are all players just like you!” A strange man’s voice continued to echo by his ear: “Wake up!
F is temporarily held back, Qiangwei asked to tell you secretly, this is just a ga!
We are in ‘Perfect Life’!
You’re the best actor, your na is Han Fei!”
The stranger linked Han Fei’s mories in reality, all the cracks in the mory barrier connected, and with the sound of shattering, Han Fei felt the great lock in his Brain Sea being opened; the surging tide, carrying the majority of Han Fei’s mories, charged over the mory barrier, flooding his Brain Sea!
“Attention Player 0000!
You have successfully reached Stage Nine!
Only one stage remains!”
At the deepest end of the maze, a cold voice erged from near the Black Box, but at this point, Han Fei had no energy to pay attention to that.
His consciousness drifted in the Sea of Blood, countless mory Fragnts swarming into his brain; so were his, so were completely foreign, and what unsettled him the most was that the one who escaped from the orphanage had taken part of his mories as well!
“I see it now, he is , the one with the Healing-type Personality.”
The Healing-type Personality could heal all other Personalities, but it could never completely heal itself.
Flashes within the mories shielded Han Fei’s consciousness; aside from despair and pain, his Brain Sea held too many touching and joyful monts—it was those things that sustained him, allowing him to always carry hope and move forward.
“So he has always been alone in the Sea of Blood…”
Han Fei was different from the person who escaped the orphanage.
No matter how turbulent the Sea of Blood was, the good in his mories always protected him until he adapted to everything.
“It turns out I’m no longer alone…”
The curse dragged Han Fei’s will outward, and as consciousness left his Brain Sea, Han Fei opened his eyes.
His eyes, filled with blood, were imrsed in madness, but this madness was different from the hysteria of Kuangxiao; it was quiet, fervent, filled with unyielding spirit, like a forge in the deep winter, spattering scorching iron amidst a frozen cave.
“I rember now!”
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