"Does he always play gas so crazily?"
Dying in a nightmare may lead to brain issues, so players entering nightmares are always extrely cautious.
But on this day, all common sense was broken for three new players when they t Han Fei.
This horror film actor from Happiness Community rushed into the blazing sea of flas without hesitation, not even furrowing his brows.
"Doesn’t this fire hurt when it burns?" The tall player, overwheld with shock, instinctively reached his fingers toward the flas on the garbage heap. But as soon as he was grazed by them, he quickly withdrew his fingers, feeling a piercing pain in them: "It hurts even more than real fire!"
For the three players, even if they know the way to clear the level, they cannot proceed; they might abandon it directly when the flas begin to get out of control.
After his own attempt, the tall player looked at Han Fei with respect. Black fire burned around Han Fei, so sparks splashed onto him, yet he continued to run forward, even accelerating.
Using his Word Spirit ability, Han Fei kept casting curses on himself, increasing his speed.
He knew he had only one chance, but his body was hardly able to sustain itself for long.
The sixth layer nightmare is indeed much more difficult than the previous ones; from sheer strength alone, the frenzied princess is equivalent to a large-scaled grudge, especially since she wields a special grudge similar to the Hatred Black Fire!
Unable to open the item bar, Han Fei has no chance of direct confrontation; he can only gamble on a sliver of hope based on his deduction.
The princess rampaging on the street also noticed Han Fei, twisting her charred body and massive ghostly shadow to look at him.
Those rchants burning in the blaze kept resentnt on their faces until their deaths; all the grudges converged towards the princess, driving her further into madness and terror.
Continuing like this, the princess will burn down the nightmare, turning into a mindless nightmare.
"Perhaps this is how dreams cultivate nightmares; all fierce ghosts in nightmares were once living people. They died in the dream, overwheld by resentnt, eventually becoming sharp killing tools in the dream’s hands."
As he moved forward, the flas burned more fiercely!
Pain surged from his back and shoulders, but instead of slowing down, Han Fei used his Midnight Butcher’s professional talent — the less blood volu he has, the stronger he becos — to close the distance with the princess.
"I’m almost there!"
With only five ters left between them, the Black Knight beside the princess stepped out, flas burning on him, yet appearing insensitive to pain, staring at Han Fei with apathetic eyes beneath the mask.
"I want to save your daughter! Bring you out of the nightmare together!" Han Fei anxiously shouted, "Stop hiding in the nightmare, killing the imagined enemies; I’ll help you find the arsonist in reality!"
Taking out the "Crystal Shoes" he was cradling, Han Fei feared the flas would burn them, always protecting them with his body.
"The shoes your daughter made for you are here. I know you love her greatly, but this is not the right way to truly help her!"
Seeing Han Fei take out the "Crystal Shoes," the Black Knight’s gaze visibly changed, but he still did not retreat.
Under the princess’s control, the raging fire engulfed both the Black Knight and Han Fei, burning on their skins with unimaginable pain.
"If you haven’t endured soone else’s suffering, don’t claim you can change it." A numb, cold voice erged from the Knight Armor; the man silently suffered the blaze, his skin and armor lded together. He knew staying by the princess ant enduring pain, yet he refused to leave, even at the cost of turning into a monstrous figure.
The Black Knight, seemingly deceived multiple tis, no longer readily trusts anyone.
"Would you rather live in fantasy than punish the real culprit? She is your adopted child; don’t you want true revenge for her?"
Words would be futile, and Han Fei decided to prove himself through actions. He fought the Black Knight in the flas, which burned every inch of their skin.
Hair burned away, flesh turned black and cracked, blood nearly dried up.
Han Fei’s once-handso face was destroyed by fire, becoming hideous, yet his eyes remained bright and unwavering!
"Having endured more pain myself, it’s precisely why I wish to help you!"
Using the power of Healing Personality, every touch on the Black Knight felt like striking an iron, peeling a layer of skin while infusing healing hope into him.
The sixth layer nightmare difficulty is indeed great; the battle in the flas is extrely brutal.
Neither side willing to concede, the three players who were squatting in the back suddenly charged from both sides of the fire. Seeing Han Fei and the Black Knight’s encounter and witnessing Han Fei rather be burned to death than give up, they no longer stayed in place.
Humans are complex beings, sotis fearing death, committing various disgusting acts to survive; yet occasionally, knowing they face death, they still rush ahead, without hesitation.
Perhaps the three players didn’t expect themselves to make such a decision, shocked by Han Fei’s actions at that mont; perhaps they too could beco such people.
"Avoid the flas! Let the princess wear the Crystal Shoes!"
Han Fei threw the Crystal Shoes to the tall player, clutching the Black Knight with his arms as he prepared to intercept.
Flas burned on both of their bodies and souls, yet Han Fei’s arms kept exerting force: "You shouldn’t live in nightmares! The world’s pain shouldn’t be borne by victims!"
The power of the Healing Personality continuously poured in, and the Black Knight’s numb eyes gradually rediscovered human emotions; his struggled movents reduced.
If you haven’t experienced soone else’s pain, don’t point fingers at their sorrow; yet Han Fei proved through actions, willing to fall into the fire with the knight and princess.
The unique power of the Healing Personality began triggering a struggle within the Black Knight; as Han Fei saw his opposing actions slowing down, he swiftly let go, rushing towards the princess afla!
The three players coordinated, taking on a death-before-retreat mindset under Han Fei’s stimulus.
Courage is humanity’s finest anthem; the three approached from different directions, as the princess targeted the tall player with the Crystal Shoes. Her monstrous appearance and she wielded flas, a dark fire snake opened its bloody mouth towards the tall player.
The fla’s speed was too fast, the tall player couldn’t dodge in ti; his pupils entirely filled with approaching black fire: "Is my ga going to end?"
He had never felt death so closely, the stench of burned flesh from the blaze seed to be the scent of death itself.
"Get out of the way!"
A force ca from behind, and the tall player was forcibly knocked to the side. He turned his head, only to see the giant snake ford by Black Fire swallowing Han Fei whole!
Flas covered his entire body, leaving no flesh intact. The actor, who relied on his looks, had turned into a monster in the fire.
He was so ugly, yet so noble.
"Seize the opportunity!"
The fallen tall player heard Han Fei’s voice. The other two players had already approached and pushed the Princess off the golden pumpkin carriage.
The tall player holding the crystal shoe ran to the Princess with the fastest speed in his life and helped her put on the special crystal shoe.
Cute stickers, reflective plastic fragnts, and this ill-fitting shoe were handmade by the Princess. Her flas could burn all items in the nightmare, except for this cheapest handmade shoe.
After putting on this pair of special "crystal shoes," the scorched skin on the Princess’s ankle gradually normalized, but her ability to control the flas and the beautiful, luxurious accessories around her seed to be slowly disappearing.
The giant ghost ford by countless grudges behind the Princess was struggling and tried to persuade her to take off the shoes, but the Princess, in her madness, was unexpectedly calm this ti.
Powerful flas and luxurious life didn’t seem that important to this mad girl. What she desired the most were these shoes and the person willing to make shoes for her.
The body full of charred scars slowly recovered, and the tall black horse beside the Princess turned into a skinny black stray cat, shivering around her feet.
The golden pumpkin carriage also shed its luxurious form, turning into a common orange garbage truck with a small seat fixed on it.
Whenever the Princess abandoned sothing from the nightmare, the large ghostly shadow behind her weakened a bit.
When the Princess lost everything and reverted to the naive girl she used to be, the absurd fairy tale Ping’an Street also returned to the original Ping’an Street.
The Black Fire gradually extinguished, and there was no one in the shops on either side of the street. Apart from a few players, only the "Princess" and her "Knight" remained on Ping’an Street.
The three players felt relieved, but after seeing Han Fei’s miserable condition, they beca worried again because Han Fei’s injuries hadn’t healed, and he seed to be hanging by a thread.
"Boom!"
The heavy armor, along with the flesh, was removed, and the Knight threw the heavy helt to the ground, revealing an old, wrinkled face.
"Yes, this is the reality..." The old man walked to the girl beside the garbage truck, lifted her onto the truck, and looked at her with reluctance. "Sadly, I’m not a magician who can create pumpkin carriages and crystal shoes. I can’t make my Cinderella the Princess everyone dreams of. I’m just a useless father."
The girl clung to the old man’s arm, refusing to let go, and the old man gently held his child.
"The nightmare is going to dissipate. I have no reason to keep confining you here anymore. You need to eat on ti and be obedient." The old man repeated his words with a heavy heart, not being good at expressing emotions, but his love for his children was embedded in those simple, repetitive words.
The edge of the dream began to collapse. After bidding goodbye to the girl, the old man knelt beside the dying Han Fei. "I want to exchange three secrets for a promise from you."
Staring into Han Fei’s eyes, the old man continued, "My daughter should still be alive. Her na is Bai Guoguo. I hope you can take care of her after leaving the nightmare, because I can no longer bring her into the nightmare to accompany her. Her world will only consist of herself."
"To ensure your safety, I’ll tell you so things that can help you survive better," the old man spoke quickly, as if he was running out of ti. "You don’t need to avenge us; the bad person who hard us is already dead. The killer is ."
Han Fei couldn’t speak, but his mind was clear, and he rembered everything the old man said.
"I beca what they wanted, living day by day in fear and nightmares, until that voice brought here," the old man seed to recall events from a certain night. "All the nightmares here are experiences once lived by the living, forming individual nightmare fragnts, then pieced together into a complete dream. The voice that brought here is at the deepest part of the dream."
After a mont of hesitation, the old man took a photograph from inside his clothes. The child in the photo was adorable, always wearing an innocent smile.
"That voice collects our nightmares as if to create sothing from them." The old man placed the photo into Han Fei’s hand. Surprisingly, once the photo touched Han Fei’s palm, it imdiately changed shape, constantly contracting until it beca a fingernail-sized square fragnt.
The fragnt was black on one side, exuding a sense of deep despair, while the other side was white, seeming to retain the purest and simplest beauty of humanity.
A faint pain throbbed in the back of Han Fei’s head as the Black Box reacted. The black-and-white fragnt from the nightmare seed to be one of the materials for the Black Box.
"That voice searches for special people, creating nightmares that et its criteria. All of it is for this object. It represents all of my obsessions; you could say my entire life is this small fragnt," the old man looked at Han Fei’s palm. "I give it to you, hoping it can help you."
The struggles of a lifeti were condensed into a nightmare to finally produce a small fragnt, which made Han Fei ponder whether the Black Box in the back of his head was also born this way?
Every Black Box owner has experienced incomprehensible despair; the Black Box seems to never be able to open its innermost layer...
Han Fei was critically injured, with many things he wanted to say, but at that mont, even moving was difficult for him.
"The nightmares will beco scarier the deeper you go. You must be wary of that voice; it appears unnoticeably, and when you realize its existence, it may already be too late." The old man and the Princess’s bodies dissipated together, and the absurd Ping’an Street ultimately rushed toward Han Fei, with everything in the nightmare being devoured by the Kuangxiao ghost pattern.
Starting from the sixth level of the nightmare, only then does the ga with the dream truly begin.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei’s ghost pattern suppressed the surrounding gray fog. After devouring the sixth level nightmare, the ghost pattern underwent a visible change, reducing the dream’s constraints on the ghost pattern. The next ti Han Fei enters the nightmare, he seems to be able to try summoning so of the ghosts within the ghost pattern.
The burns on his body completely disappeared. Han Fei imdiately looked around; in the hospital lobby, only he and the three players remained, with no trace of a fifth person.
"The player who chose to side with the dream didn’t exit with us!" Han Fei narrowed his eyes, determined to take action. Earlier, if not for the fifth person’s disruption, the ending wouldn’t have been so perilous. "Did that guy die in the dream? Or does the player siding with the dream have a different exit route? Not leaving with us normal players?"
Han Fei was imnsely curious about the player who sided with the dream. He felt compelled to bring Shen Luo into this.
"Han Fei, thank you for saving us!" The three players were emotionally moved, especially the tall player who believed he was certainly dood, but Han Fei had rescued him from the clutches of the God of Death.
"No need to thank ; you helped a lot too." Han Fei smiled and nodded at the three players. His poise, politeness, and unique charm made the three bystander players sincerely admire him, expressing a desire to beco like Han Fei in the future.
Enter the nightmare, help comrades, and leave with everyone.
The three were players from an unknown small guild, but Han Fei had planted a seed of hope in their hearts. Maybe one day it would sprout and grow into a tree that could shelter others.
After a brief conversation, Han Fei left the hospital. He imdiately contacted Bai Xian and Jin Jun, rallying them to monitor all exits of the Main City District Hospital, determined to capture the fifth person who sided with the dream!
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