In Han Fei’s heart, Kuangxiao is a special existence. The self that always laughs madly bears everyone’s pain and desperation, and he always laughs hysterically, as if he will never be defeated.
Before Kuangxiao succeeded in the God Stealing, every ti Han Fei logged into the ga, there stood a blood-soaked person behind him. In the city shrouded in blood, the two of them leaned against each other, relying on each other. Perhaps in their eyes, the other would never fall and was always trustworthy.
"I always regarded Kuangxiao as an unspeakable god, but in reality, he is just like , a person who also feels pain and despair."
Han Fei doesn’t know how much longer Kuangxiao can hold on. He must quickly destroy all the Shrines of the Shallow World and return to the Deep World, where his ho and family are.
"The dream is getting closer."
In movies, villains usually give protagonists various opportunities, but opponents like Dream, once they set a target, will use all ans with no reservations.
Reality, the Shallow World, and the Deep World were all under attack.
Standing in the Guild’s base, Han Fei seed to see a huge black wave rising in the distance, and he had nowhere to hide.
A few hours later, the chaotic night finally ended. Han Fei, together with the neighbors, arrived early at the Newbie Village in the Main City District.
At eight, as the sun rose, a number of newcors logged in. Many among them found living to be extrely difficult. Normally, they would never be able to afford an expensive Ga Box, and spending their whole life wouldn’t get them here.
"Pay attention to the surroundings! No players are allowed to approach!"
Han Fei’s expression was extrely serious. The events happening in reality and the Deep World brought him imnse pressure.
Guarded by two top-level Hatreds and escorted by several large-scaled Grudges, once the new players arrived, Han Fei briefly explained the city’s situation and so basic operations to them. He then led them all toward the Central Square of the Main City District.
The surviving players hid in buildings, sneaking peeks. They couldn’t understand why so many newcors were coming to die, knowing that the Main City District was now almost like Hell, where any stranger passing by on the street might be a perverted murderer, and even the most trusted partner might betray them, as the bridges between people were collapsing.
The grey mist was dispelled by Hatred. This ti, there were about five thousand newcors in total.
From their ntal state, it was obvious that they were different from ordinary people. Bearing the obsession and bonds of Nightmare Masters, they endured unimaginable pain, with lives seeming like wicks soaked in despair, struggling as they burned, never knowing when they might fall into darkness.
The morning’s Central Square was sowhat desolate. Last night’s massacre left players afraid to go out easily, and they temporarily did not want to continue exploring the nightmares.
"Please wait here for a mont." Han Fei pushed No. 2, who was sitting in a wheelchair, out from the building, and the two stopped under the large screen playing various nightmare information.
Within a few minutes, one newcor was already crying uncontrollably, for the giant screen was now playing his and his mother’s story.
His mother was no longer around, and he could only hear his mother’s Gesheng in dreams. Encouraged by her, he left ho every day in his best state, with a smile, facing the sun.
"My mom is not a ghost, she only chased you away because she was worried I would be afraid."
"Yes, I know." Han Fei walked through the crowd, gently hugging the crying big boy: "Soon you will be able to see her."
"What do I need to do?" The newcor wiped away his tears, looking at Han Fei with eyes shining with light, as if he could do anything.
"Just put your thoughts, the words you want to say to the Nightmare Masters, the emotions accumulated in your heart into this box." No. 2 raised his hands, holding a cracked Black Box in his palms. Through the cracks, one could vaguely see that the inside of the box was pure white: "Do not resist my consciousness. I will connect your destiny with Han Fei, allowing him to deliver all your thoughts to the Nightmare Masters."
No. 2’s voice reached every newcor’s ears. He then carried the box, passing by the players, watching as one hand after another touched the Black Box.
Black represents despair, and white represents hope. Everyone touched despair with their most treasured mories. Gradually, the black and white box began to shrink, and many cracks were filled.
By the ti No. 2 took back the box from the last player, there were no longer any obvious cracks on the black and white box.
"Take it, bear it." No. 2 formally handed the box to Han Fei.
When Han Fei lifted the black and white box instead of No. 2, No. 2 gently rested his hand on the box, looking at Han Fei’s face for a long ti: "Can you promise one thing?"
"Tell ."
"Let Zero survive, okay?" No. 2 seed to see sothing, and this was the first ti he spoke to Han Fei in a nearly pleading tone.
Han Fei, being very smart, hesitated for a mont and then nodded slightly: "Okay."
Upon receiving Han Fei’s answer, No. 2 seed to have no regrets anymore. His eyes began to disappear slowly, followed by his ears and arms.
In the past, when he underwent Personality experints, because No. 2 exceeded all the experinters’ expectations, to restrain him, they first made him disabled, then took his eyes, followed by revoking his hearing and arms, leaving only a Brain Sea in a jar.
The wheelchair-bound No. 2 was disappearing according to this order, as if he had made a final decision, with everything that vanished being infused into the box in Han Fei’s hands.
An unspeakable aura began to erge, a black and white pillar of light shot up into the sky, shattering all Destiny Chains imprisoning everyone in the city, and a huge hole broke through the grey mist covering the sky.
"I send you into the final nightmare."
The voice faded into silence around him, leaving only an empty wheelchair before Han Fei, as he held the black-and-white box, feeling a force forcibly changing his deadly fate.
Taking the box, Han Fei left the Central Square, heading toward the Main City District Hospital.
The entire city’s players watched him, as neighbors followed behind, rging into his Ghost Pattern, becoming part of his life.
The grey mist parted before Han Fei, who carried the black and white box, bearing the pressure of eleven Shrines as he moved forward.
He climbed the hospital steps and reached the top floor.
Step by step closer, under the watchful eyes of countless players, Han Fei, with the box in his hands, slowly lowered it, touching the Dream Shrine for the first ti.
The colorful world was devoured by darkness, one nightmare bubble after another tried to envelop Han Fei, but all left after approaching him.
The owner of the nightmares seed to feel a familiar aura from Han Fei, even if unsure, they still refused to harm him.
Constantly falling in the darkness, colder and more desperate, the nightmares grew deeper.
No bubbles stopped Han Fei, he didn’t know how long he had been falling, until the sound of splashing water, Han Fei saw a faint light.
He lay on the ocean, bubbles surged up from the deep sea, unfamiliar voices hidden in each wave, this seed to be the end of all nightmares.
...
"For people like , the sea has special aning."
Seawater flowed into Han Fei’s ears, a voice sounded in his ear.
Opening his eyes, Han Fei saw a boundless sea, larger than any nightmare before.
The icy water soaked his body, nothing else around, Han Fei struggled with all his might, swimming in a certain direction, but no matter how hard he tried, the sea still showed no end.
Slowly, he was exhausted, unable to swim anymore.
The body began to sink, the seawater engulfed his heart, his mouth, his eyes, his ears.
"I’ve never believed in gods in this world, if there are gods why are there so many sad things? He allows sadness and pain, an unrciful god is not a god I believe in."
Every drop of seawater contained voices, unknown who was speaking, these voices seed buried in the seabed, only those who sink into the deep sea can hear them.
"I can’t control my hands, can’t hold even a half-filled glass of water, it’s always shaking, I search everywhere for dicine, going back and forth, back and forth, back and forth."
"I want to lie in the rain, but when I fell, I landed in the sea, I don’t know who will co to rescue , I watched myself grow distant from my previous life."
"Seems it’s been a long ti since I’ve been happy, should I cry when I want to cry?"
"I’m so uncomfortable, can you stay with ?"
"You don’t really want to stay with , right? I’m a monster."
"Sorry, I can’t take it anymore, can I escape? I’m a bit tired, sorry."
"It’s raining heavily."
The distance between Han Fei and the sea surface grew farther, his body continued to sink, he couldn’t control himself, darkness surrounded him.
"The voices of those people always appear in my brain sea, I didn’t really want to jump, soone grabbed my hair."
"Too noisy, this empty room is so noisy, my hands full of my own hair, even blocking my ears, it’s still unbearably noisy."
"Every day there are endless tests, like those rag dolls laying on my bed, they, like , can’t eat, uncontrollably wanting to pull out the infusion."
"Later they confiscated my pens, I pulled out tal strips from masks, using them to poke my wrist, one bloody mark after another, like ripples, like waves, I seed to see that sea again."
The chest was very stuffy, Han Fei felt pressure from all directions, his body was sinking, the feeling of suffocation was not strong, but it persisted, unable to be shaken off.
"My life has beco the sea, nowhere has direction, I want to open my heart, to see what exactly is wrong with ?"
"Breathing takes effort, living takes effort, I have to pretend to be normal."
"No one likes the terrible , it’s not easy for them to live either, there are many who’ve experienced more hardship than I, I shouldn’t be like this, I keep telling myself not to be like this."
"I’ll try not to let others dislike , try not to affect others, I tell myself loudly, I’m young, not going to die."
"Try to smile hard, fit into life, reassure relatives, I try my best to be a gentle person, hiding arms full of scabs, wearing long sleeves all year round."
The constantly sinking Han Fei endured the ever-increasing suffocation, not knowing how to clear this nightmare, everything seed to have no answer.
Skin turned pale, mind gradually dull, Han Fei gritted his teeth to stay awake, trying hard to discern the voices flooding into his ears.
The words rging into the sea, seed to co from the seabed, or perhaps from the bottom of his heart.
Looking down, below the deep sea was a huge shadow, like a corpse floating in the ocean, or like an uninhabited island.
"I deleted all the photos, don’t want to see myself, don’t want to be trapped here anymore."
"I no longer vent or try to make others understand, I’ve beco silent and quiet, I seem to be becoming more like this inescapable sea."
"Those white pills can make sleep, I swallow them fully aware, feeling them slide down my esophagus, gradually unable to control my body, my vision becos blurry, I seem to be dreaming that dream again."
"I sink into the deep sea, watching myself, watching you."
"I dreamt I turned into four seasons, arms blossoming with flowers, warm rain falling at my feet, I lted the white snow, floating on that sea."
"I know I deeply love this world, it has given everything I have, but it’s ti to say goodbye."
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