Chapter 733: Chapter 733 On the Cusp of the Storm
“You want to play a role? In this place?” Bai Xian had just been pulled into the Deep World, his mind still muddled and not yet caught up.
“Soone wants to expose my existence and put in a death trap in reality, so I need you to impersonate .”
“Impersonate you?” Bai Xian was stunned again, it was likely the biggest challenge of his career. The role of Han Fei was not sothing just anyone could handle; it required a perfect blend of madness and absolute rationality, most crucially, the aura he had cultivated through life and death struggles was not sothing others could imitate.
“There is no script, no set lines, everything might require you to improvise.” Han Fei simply jotted down so of his own understandings and habits for Bai Xian to “ponder the character’s inner thoughts,” while he took the opportunity to leave the room.
“Zhuang Wen, you must guard this room well, do not let anyone enter.” Han Fei, dragging his weary body, approached the people in the Happiness Residential Community. The ninety-nine wounds on his body had yet to heal, and the Divine Patterns that were originally inscribed on the shrine’s outer walls had sohow branded themselves onto his injuries.
On the other side of the Paradise Maze passage, a large number of fearless players were still trying to enter, many of whom were directly lost in dreams, while a small portion of players with a firm will managed to traverse the dreams, drawing closer to the Deep World.
“Who among you knows how to close this passage?” Han Fei found the Painter in the crowd, this most unique embodint of hatred stood in the center of Paradise, under him was a monster’s painting that covered one-fifth of Paradise in size, and the creature looked very much like Orphan Number Four.
The Painter shook his head slightly, standing on the painting, he looked up at the colorful night sky.
After the Will of Dreams pierced through the Paradise Maze, it began to gradually dissipate, and the night sky of the Deep World was slowly returning to normal.
“This passage was left by Fu Sheng, it has always been suppressed by Fu Sheng’s shrine. Now that the shrine is destroyed, the passage definitely won’t close any ti soon.” A chilling laughter erged from the shadows on the other side of Paradise, a Joker with tear streaks on his face sat upon a rry-go-round, his terrifying appearance and the cute rry-go-round created a stark contrast.
“Huang Cheng?” The Joker was Orphan Number Eleven, Han Fei had helped him in the mory Shrine of Fu Sheng and understood his past.
“The fact that you know my real na ans you’ve gained my recognition in the Shrine mory World, but unfortunately, it’s a dead end now, and I can’t help you.” The Joker rode the rry-go-round in circles, his smile exaggerated yet sorrowful; his body seed ethereal as if he had also sustained severe injuries: “To close the passage, you need to repair the shrine, and as the heir of Fu Sheng, you still have a long way to go to fix a level-seven shrine. Before the shrine is fully repaired, this passage may continue to exist.”
“Is there no other way?”
“Actually, you can consider a different perspective. Fu Sheng knew this situation might arise, but why did he insist on leaving this passage?” The Joker looked at Han Fei with a giggling, “The world on the other side is happy and peaceful, maybe it’s just right to take on the despair of the Deep World. Everything is within Fu Sheng’s expectations, and the appearance of dreams has only accelerated this process.”
“You sound quite optimistic.” Han Fei glanced at the broken half of the God Statue in his hand; Fu Sheng’s most important shrine had been blown to bits, and as the heir, all he got was this severely damaged half of the statue: “What about the others who entered the shrine with ? Why aren’t they here?”
“Look at the God Statue in your hand; it’s filled with their nas. To release them, you need to truly beco the Master of Shrine.” The Joker and Number Four were the last Paradise Managers left by Fu Sheng; like Han Fei, they were once kids from the sa orphanage, but for various reasons, they had died very early on, their souls taken by Fu Sheng to the Deep World.
“What do I need to do?”
“Co with .” The Joker hopped off the rry-go-round, calling for Han Fei to follow him towards the maze.
These two people, one nearly three ters tall, emitting an eerie presence; the other wearing a beast-faced mask, reeking of murder intent.
They looked just like the ultimate villains from a movie, an impeccable fit for their nacing aura.
Players from the other side of the passage let out gasps of surprise, quickly taking out the video recorders provided by the system to start filming, while Han Fei, with no ti to consider, braced himself and entered the maze.
The Deep World and the Shallow World had never been so close together, they were two completely inverted worlds, oddly both felt as if the other was underneath.
“There’s an empty shrine that Fu Sheng placed in the maze, its main purpose is to prevent the passage from malfunctioning. In a mont, you’ll put that half of the God Statue into the shrine. If all goes well, we should gain so of the shrine’s power, then we can release those souls trapped in the God Statue.”
The Joker and Han Fei arrived at a hidden corner inside the maze, and after opening several hidden doors in succession, an intact empty Shrine appeared before Han Fei.
“Go on.” His eyes blazed with hatred, the Joker watched Han Fei with a giggling smile, “Go start the era that belongs to you.”
“I just hope I can live well and survive.” Holding the God Statue, Han Fei ca to the front of the empty Shrine. It wasn’t his first ti activating a Shrine, but he was incredibly nervous.
According to what the Joker had said, once the Shrine was activated, all the people imprisoned in the God Statue would return. Xu Qin, Little Eight, and the Spider would co back; those souls housed in mory by Fu Sheng would return, and so would Kuangxiao.
The person who had originally wanted to be reborn in Han Fei’s body, aside from Fu Sheng, included Kuangxiao, and keeping Kuangxiao imprisoned in the God Statue had also been a good choice.
Gazing at each na on the God Statue, Han Fei slowly opened the Divine Door and placed the half of the God Statue into it.
“Attention player number 0000! Are you willing to beco the master of the seventh-level Shrine—Fu Sheng? The Shrine is severely damaged and could have unknown effects on you, and might even change your destiny and future.”
“Willing!”
After Han Fei agreed, his Life Value instantly dropped to one point. His Hidden Virtue and Reputation were entirely wiped out, and ninety-nine wounds on his body oozed pitch-black blood.
All of him was consud by the Shrine, an awful experience he had previously encountered.
To avoid being drained dry, he opened his Item Bar and took out the Pig Heart cooked by Xu Qin along with various types of at.
The players on the other side of the passage were also curiously staring at Han Fei. The more they watched, the more creeped out they felt. To them, Han Fei seed like a devil that devoured human hearts raw.
As Han Fei’s Life Value continued to pour in, the half of the God Statue inside the Shrine lit up with veins, and the originally lifeless statue slowly opened its eyes, its expression gradually matching Han Fei’s.
As the two rged, the outer skin of the God Statue shed, and the cracks on the body started to heal, with each na written on the statue lighting up one by one.
The most luminous na among them was Big Evil, an incarnation of disasters and misfortunes, which seed to inherently restrain the Shrine—its na quickly turned into a speck of light and vanished from the God Statue.
At the sa mont, thunderous roars erupted beside Han Fei. An enormous Big Evil, over five ters tall, erged from the God Statue, banging the ground angrily like a Giant Ghost, and the whole passage shook.
“What kind of monster is that?!”
“Summoning a demon? The man with the mask is a cultist! Is this the Hidden Map?”
“Uncle, stop fishing! Co and look at the monster!”
“Who among you is a combat Profession? Go down and check it out!”
The appearance of Big Evil captured everyone’s attention; they had never seen such an ugly Monster in this ga—it was as though it was the most imperfect thing in Perfect Life.
Swallowing the Pig Heart, Han Fei silently gazed at the Shrine, and after Big Evil, another na lit up—Xu Qin.
Curses intertwined like threads of emotion, tugging at the heart. Thousands of different Curses poured out from the God Statue. They first crawled all over Han Fei’s body, and then black flas ignited on all the Curses, with a woman being reborn within the flas.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, emitting a dangerous and terrifying aura; what was even more terrifying was that thirteen dinner knives were pierced all over her body!
The instant Xu Qin appeared, Han Fei imdiately turned around. He grasped the dinner knife at Xu Qin’s heart, holding the human skin sheath, and pulled it out.
In Fu Sheng’s mory Shrine, Xu Qin had died ninety-nine tis alongside Han Fei. Their relationship could already be described as sharing life and death.
“What is that?!”
“She’s so beautiful, but why are there thirteen knives stuck in her? That’s too cruel! Too twisted!”
“Is she the sacrificial offering for that monster we saw earlier? Damn cultists! Take them down!”
“I’m just going to quietly say I’d be willing to be her dog; nobody heard that, right?”
The Curse spread all around, distorting the dream, and players in the passage, if they touched it, would have their Life Value wiped out.
Now Han Fei also couldn’t be certain whether those players would really die, but according to previous speculation, as long as they hadn’t truly entered the Deep World, the death of their ga characters shouldn’t have too much of an impact on their brains and souls.
After the dinner knife was pulled out, Xu Qin’s gaze returned to normal, and she also fell into extre weakness, with her hatred reduced by several tis.
Following closely behind Xu Qin was Little Eight. All the victims of the Human-body Puzzle had been stuffed into Little Eight’s belly, and she appeared holding a flower pot filled with human bones.
Not long after Little Eight appeared, shadows quietly erged. The Spider slowly walked out of the Shrine, and when leaving the God Statue, he did not forget to look back and bow slightly to it.
Fu Sheng ultimately did not choose him, but he still respected that person.
“I don’t know how long I will be able to rember you, but at least before I forget you, I will try my best to help you fulfill those regrets.”
One after another, figures walked out of the Shrine, including gigantic monsters and many ordinary people. All the souls that lived in Fu Sheng’s mory erged.
In the end, only one na remained on that God Statue—Han Fei.
A faint laughter emanated from the mouth of the God Statue, and its face gradually turned fierce. The laughter grew louder and slowly beca hysterical.
Hearing this laughter, Han Fei knew Kuangxiao was coming out.
He didn’t resist, but voluntarily placed his hand atop the God Statue’s head.
He used to dislike Kuangxiao, even feeling sowhat afraid of them, but through this Shrine Inheritance Task, Han Fei realized sothing. He could not let Kuangxiao bear all the pain and despair while he embraced all the hope.
Kuangxiao was a Healing-type Personality, having healed many people; Han Fei should also be a Healing-type Personality, but his existence should be to heal Kuangxiao.
“The big lock in the Blood-colored Orphanage has been destroyed, and you can co out whenever you want. I won’t imprison you anymore; in fact, I don’t have any mories of imprisoning you in my Brain Sea. I think we shouldn’t be enemies, but rather the best, most inseparable partners in the world. I will join you in seeking revenge, making those who spread despair experience the pain we went through.”
The God Statue’s face showed a fierce grin, and thick bloodstains surged up Han Fei’s arms toward his brain, causing a usually calm Sea of Consciousness to erupt into a torrent of blood.
The trendous will and the painful mories almost crushed Han Fei. He had to use Undying Personality to endure it.
Veins bulged, and Han Fei clutched at the wounds on his body. He had to bear the pain and not make any loud noises.
At this mont, countless Ghosts and Monsters and souls stood around Han Fei. The players who were previously descending in the passage were now frantically running upwards.
“What kind of hellish scroll is this? A night parade of a hundred ghosts? Who exactly is that man in a mask? Is he the big boss ending the world?”
“Did Perfect Life release a new expansion?”
“Could this guy be a ga virus? Has the Smart Brain been attacked?”
Only after Kuangxiao returned to the Blood-colored Orphanage did Han Fei finally return to normal. He then received a series of system prompts.
Fu Sheng had sheltered a hundred thousand Residual Souls in his Shrine, and in the end, only ten thousand were brought out by Han Fei. Most of them were just ordinary people, and Fu Sheng saved them without expecting anything in return.
Han Fei once thought that Fu Sheng wanted to kill all the Ghosts and Monsters in the Deep World, but seeing these Residual Souls, he gained a new understanding of Fu Sheng.
Destroying the Deep World was his ultimate goal, but in the process of destruction, he would save those innocents.
“I need you to quickly fix this maze, don’t let those players co in.”
With ten thousand Residual Souls, even if they all represented regrets, it was enough for Han Fei to build his own city. The Paradise, Plastic Surgery Hospital, and Death Building Area were now connected as a whole, and ordinary malice was no match for them.
Stretching his hand into his pocket, Han Fei took out the Shrine Fragnt he had picked up before and placed it in the Shrine.
The incomplete God Statue slowly absorbed sothing from the Shrine Fragnt, and it began to repair itself at a very slow speed.
“Fu Sheng’s Shrine Fragnts can help repair the God Statue. Later, I can bring all the other fragnts from the high platform here.”
This Shrine needed to guard the passage, and its location couldn’t be moved at will. If Han Fei wanted to repair the Shrine, he could only do so here.
After assigning the tasks, Han Fei’s ntal state also reached its limit. His brain felt as if it had been torn into pieces, and if he didn’t exit the ga soon, he might suffer permanent damage.
“I can’t leave yet.”
Han Fei quietly left the Paradise Maze, had his neighbors find players like Qiangwei, and then took Bai Xian with him to transport all of them to the Shrine in the Plastic Surgery Hospital.
“Brother Bai, I’ve found you so actors.” Han Fei prepared to modify the mories of all the players, to make them cooperate with Bai Xian unknowingly.
“I… I’m just an actor. If I happen to…” Bai Xian was a bit nervous, well aware that if he ssed up, it could end up being fatal for Han Fei.
“You’re the best actor I’ve ever seen, and you understand the most.” Han Fei grasped Bai Xian’s hand. “Brother Bai, don’t be nervous, you got this, you’re the man!”
Reviews
All reviews (0)