"Catch him quickly!"
Impermanence caught the falling Huang Ying, but after only a second, he directly tossed Huang Ying aside.
This wasn’t because of Impermanence being too cold; rather, Huang Ying was covered in the black blood of the First Generation Ghost, and it seed like no one except Han Fei could approach ghosts.
The Ga Box was already destroyed, but Huang Ying was still wearing the ga helt. Han Fei hurried over, initially intending to help Huang Ying remove the helt. However, when he put his hands around the helt, the black blood flowing on Huang Ying’s body suddenly surged towards him.
Without any chance for Han Fei to react, the ghost blood directly penetrated his body, rging with his will and soul, with a high degree of compatibility. It was as if only Han Fei could wield that most dark and desperate filth.
"Brother Huang Ying? Can you hear ?" Han Fei tried to remove the ga helt, and at the mont of removal, the helt shattered in Han Fei’s hands, turning into fragnts of black and white.
It was then that he realized the ga helt placed at the core of the Nightmare Factory was pieced together from segnts of life. That ga helt was akin to a simple Black Box with only one layer.
Smoothly gathering all the fragnts, Han Fei then used the Healing Personality on Huang Ying, with the power of soothing ntal trauma, nding Huang Ying’s soul, pulling him back forcefully from the brink of soul scattering.
The eleventh layer of nightmare began to collapse, and Huang Ying opened his eyes in a daze, pointing at Han Fei with his fingers, his mouth opening for a long ti before uttering a single word—Ghost.
"Do you think I’m a ghost?" Han Fei continued using the Healing Personality; even in the entire nightmare, he alone possessed the ability to heal the mind and soul. Who would have thought that the Executioner wielding the slaughter saber was actually a doctor healing patients?
With the nightmare disintegrating, Huang Ying slowly awakened. His eyes were blood-red, brimming with resentnt.
Earlier, a large number of nightmares had entered his body, with so of the black blood of the First Generation Ghost also lingering on his skin, seeping slowly into him. While following Han Fei, Brother Huang Ying might not live in luxury, but at least he was "free from want."
"The ga helt hid so mories; the call you heard earlier was from those mories..." Huang Ying hurriedly spoke as soon as he regained so strength. His anxious deanor was as if he had to tell these words to Han Fei before dying, not a second later.
"Who left the mories calling ? Could it be my parents?" Han Fei slowly raised his attention, keeping his full focus on Huang Ying.
Shaking his head slightly, Huang Ying pointed to the black blood on his body: "It’s left by the master of this blood; it was the first ghost to appear in the Mortal World, ignorant of everything. It carried with it people’s negative emotions and deep despair, and anyone who approached it would be cursed, afflicted with bad luck and destined for a turbulent life, dying terribly."
"What does that have to do with ?" Han Fei rembered clearly that the First Generation Ghost appeared long ago, should be from the sa era as the first master of the Black Box, even earlier than Fu Sheng, way earlier.
"Everyone feared the First Generation Ghost, so tried every ans to destroy it, but very few actually helped it. Those very few let the First Generation Ghost feel the warmth of the Mortal World, sparking a trace of abnormality in its body filled with negative emotions." Huang Ying seed to be narrating a long dream, one long enough to bury ti: "If the First Generation Ghost is the Deep World, then that trace of abnormality is like you."
"Can you make it simpler?" Han Fei intensified the healing, helping Huang Ying recover his sanity faster.
"The First Generation Ghost is true despair, with no vitality or desire; it even prefers self-destruction, but tragically, as long as the Mortal World keeps generating despair, it can never truly disappear." Huang Ying felt that despair in his mory: even death wasn’t possible, only enduring endless pain, collapsing in misery.
"But later, the First Generation Ghost I saw in the Shrine mory World was a corpse! It shows it was successfully killed later!" Han Fei had seen the First Generation Ghost many tis; it always appeared as a corpse in various unspeakable mories.
"It never truly died, only stripped of self-awareness." Huang Ying tried recalling his mory: "Those who used extre thods to destroy the First Generation Ghost were all killed by it; contrariwise, those trying to help the ghost gained its acceptance. They found a thod together that prevented the ghost from feeling despair anymore, which was stripping its self-awareness."
"The First Generation Ghost has no self-awareness?"
"Yes, its primary consciousness is boundless despair, sealed in an unknown place; the trace of abnormal emotion birthed deep in its soul was hidden within people’s bodies. When one day the main consciousness’s despair erupts uncontrollably, only that trace of abnormal consciousness can heal it." Huang Ying narrated the mory he saw, while Han Fei seed to be looking in a mirror.
Standing up, Han Fei related Huang Ying’s story to himself and Kuangxiao, finding so similarity: "Does everyone occupied by the First Generation Ghost’s abnormal consciousness possess a Healing personality?"
"I don’t know about that, but the mory said those occupied by abnormal emotions are the hope within deepest despair, living unfortunate lives yet remaining kind throughout." Huang Ying looked seriously at Han Fei: "That first excludes you. The number of ghosts dead by your hand is countless."
"If I weren’t kind, would I be risking my life to save these players? They are just strangers to ." Han Fei urged Huang Ying to continue.
"The abnormal consciousness of the First Generation Ghost roots deep in the soul, dissipating with one soul and entering another child’s body. The exact selection criteria weren’t ntioned in the mories, but that consciousness likes children with similar experiences." When Huang Ying reached this point, he noticed Han Fei seed struck by lightning, too frightened to continue: "What’s wrong?"
"I... Suddenly thought of sothing." Han Fei stood in the slowly dissipating city: "Zero beca Kuangxiao after the Blood-colored Night, during which I began to live in his place. He hid himself in the deepest despair, letting step on stage."
Han Fei considered a possibility, but hesitated to voice it freely because even he found it chilling.
Twin Flowers, the deepest despair, the owner of the Black Box, the dead souls surrounding the Ga Box, these hints seed to begin long ago.
"Turns out my first lead role script was a Twin Flowers destiny already written."
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei looked at his own hands. The black blood of the First Generation Ghost had perfectly rged into his body, and he didn’t feel any discomfort now.
"After Fu Sheng and his children rged with the blood of the First Generation Ghost, they turned into unspeakable ghosts, but I didn’t..."
Seeing Han Fei’s unstable ntal state, Huang Ying was a bit worried, "Do you want to continue?"
"Go on, tell everything you saw." Han Fei pulled over a stone brick, sat next to Huang Ying, and listened attentively.
Huang Ying didn’t hide anything, he told Han Fei everything he had witnessed until the eleventh level of the nightmare completely shattered.
The city built to resemble the Deep World was absorbed by Han Fei’s Ghost Pattern, and those players not deluded by the dream were able to leave smoothly. However, those who lost their self-awareness and voluntarily surrendered to the dream were dragged into a deeper darkness.
Opening their eyes, Han Fei and Huang Ying returned to the Main City District Hospital, stopping at a place not far from the Shrine.
The gray mist hadn’t dispersed, and there was now a strong sll of blood mixed in.
"If we go further, we should be able to touch the Shrine," Huang Ying said, feeling a sense of unreality. His spirit and soul had changed significantly during 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.
"It’s best not to go forward for now." The Shrine was right in front of them, but this was exactly the ti to be cautious. Han Fei was well aware of the terror of the dream; the other side absolutely wouldn’t sit idly by.
"I think the sa," Huang Ying looked at the Nightmare Mark on his body, "Whenever I get close to the Shrine, I feel an innate fear. That power seems to easily disperse my soul."
"Safety first, I am not in a good state now. I’ll co back after I’ve recovered." Han Fei decisively turned around without a trace of hesitation, "Next ti I co in, it will be ti to decide the outco with the dream, and I will bring four million players out of here."
Taking out the at cooked by Xu Qin, Han Fei devoured it in large mouthfuls to restore his physical strength while reclaiming the neighbors from the Happiness Residential Community back into the Ghost Pattern.
"Let’s go, lots of players outside are still waiting for you." Han Fei took so ti to give Huang Ying so acting tips, helping Huang Ying to act more naturally.
Once Huang Ying put on the Acting Master Mask, the two walked out of the Main City District Hospital one after the other.
The cheers of the crowd almost dispersed the gray mist near the hospital. It seed that the players had already received the news, gathering in layers at the hospital exit, far exceeding the turnout when Han Fei last ca out.
"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 hundred guilds had successfully escaped the nightmare.
They had been trapped in the hospital, unable to distinguish between the dream and reality, almost completely obliterated. In a critical mont, Huang Ying sparked a storm.
The lost players didn’t know exactly what happened; when they regained their self-awareness and sanity, they saw Huang Ying fall from the city center high above.
The area around Huang Ying had beco entirely ruinous, as if a fierce battle had taken place!
It was evident that the number one player, Huang Ying, had saved them!
When trapped in despair and about to forever sink into a nightmare, there was soone willing to stand alone against the entire city, rescuing everyone. Such a person could probably be called a hero.
Previously, so top players were dissatisfied with Huang Ying, but now no one defends Huang Ying more than those once dissatisfied players.
The public chat hall of the players was already in an uproar. Huang Ying not only miraculously returned but also saved everyone. The despair they felt before had been completely swept away, while the players who aligned with the dream were conflicted. Their nature wanted to support Huang Ying, yet their dream-twisted humanity pushed them to want to destroy Huang Ying.
"The eleventh level of the nightmare was slightly harder than I imagined." Huang Ying and Han Fei hadn’t rehearsed their lines beforehand; he didn’t know Han Fei had said he entered the twelfth level of the nightmare. Fortunately, Huang Ying knew that the more you say, the more you risk, so he kept quiet, only wearing a faint smile.
Returning to the Happiness Residential Community outpost, the highest echelons of the top ten guilds personally visited. This ti, they were genuinely grateful to Huang Ying; it was Huang Ying who helped them preserve their base and maintain order with "force."
"No need to thank , it’s what I should do," Huang Ying sat in the chairperson’s position, looking straight at everyone. "Our goals are aligned, and I will do my utmost to lead all players out, fulfilling my promise to everyone."
These few simple words, coming from Huang Ying’s mouth, were incredibly inspiring. Players were gathered outside the Happiness Residential Community outpost, seeming only to find hope rely by looking at Huang Ying, as if the night sky above had also been illuminated.
From the shadows, Han Fei silently gnawed on a pig heart. Watching this scene, he was also happy; the corners of his mouth twitched awkwardly, but he still couldn’t show a genuine smile.
"Brother Huang Ying knew the truth of this ga in advance, so from the first day he started playing, he worked harder and fought more desperately than any other player. All of this is well-deserved."
Withdrawing his gaze, Han Fei turned to leave. He was happy not because he found the scene funny, but because he felt that even if one day he fell, there would be others to pick up the torch he had lit with his life.
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