My Iyashikei Game

Chapter 983: Saviour

The baby's crying appeared behind him, and the third son gritted his teeth. He realized he still had missions to do. The third son found the path left behind by the chief with the fastest speed. His hands were covered in wounds, but he didn't care. He only had a thought in his mind. He would complete his father's will.

"Don't be scared. I'll bring you out! You'll be fine!" His brothers once said the same thing to him, and now the third son said that to the baby. The third son was the abandoned baby adopted by the old chief. In the past, he once lay on his father's back as the baby did. No matter how scary things were, his father's back was always safe. His father and brothers were gone. He had to protect the baby. Blood flowed down his arm. The explosion was still happening. Dust flew everywhere, and the trash mountain collapsed. He was very scared, but he was still climbing upwards.

"I can do this!"

Be it the villagers or the people on the surface, no one expected someone to climb out of the deep hole. The third son kept repeating the same climbing action. He felt he was getting closer to the starlight. The stench in the air dispersed. When the starlight shone down on him, the third son took in a deep breath. He couldn't suppress the curse in his body anymore. The presence of tragedy spread through his body.

"I feel like my world is much lighter." His life rapidly faded. His heart became slower. He swaddled the baby and hummed a lullaby so that the baby would stop crying.

"I might not be able to look after you anymore. But I have to tell you. You are not abandoned. You're a good kid."

The third son's song appeared to have a special power. His voice could heal people's wounds. He tickled the baby and took out his father's will. "Father said I can only open it when I'm out of the hole."

He opened the envelope with difficulty. There was only a simple sentence on the note, I'm sorry.

The third son had no idea why his father was apologizing. Perhaps it was because his father had caused his three killers to become ghosts. Perhaps it was because it had caused the death of all the villagers in the Grave Village. The third son placed the will inside the baby's bundle and climbed up from the ground. Grave Village was slaughtered, and the people on the surface wouldn't accept him because he was cursed. He hugged the baby and didn't know where to go. He only knew that he had to move away from the hole so that the baby had a higher chance of survival.

"I'm not as great as my father and brothers. I can't save the world. I can only help the people around me." The third son carried the baby and hummed a song as he moved forward. He was heavily injured. He moved until he fell, and he couldn't get up again.

Starlight shone on the third son's body and the baby and the will. After some time, the will bled, and a faded arm reached out. The memories pieced together to become the old chief. He was already dead. The memory he kept inside the will was triggered. The old chief was weak. He looked at his third son's body, and his emotions were complicated. He had protected the people on the surface, but he had failed the villagers and his children.

"My father dragged me into the deepest abyss. I didn't think I'd be a worse father than him..." The chief picked up his son's body. When he made his decision, it was fated that he would lose everything. When the last memory piece shattered, he would completely disappear.

"The buffer zone between the surface and the grave is still being built. More humans and ghosts will meet in a safer zone. Despair will eventually disperse, and the black box will not carry on to the next child." The chief personally buried his third son. He hugged the baby and looked down at the city on the horizon. The night ended, and the nightmare shattered.

The sky, city, and deep hole turned faded. The elder dwindled, and the baby in his arms rapidly grew up. The baby was picked up by the eldest son, carried out of the grave by the deep hole, and brought into the city was Han Fei.

He was a special existence. He was only a fragile baby, and he'd die with a slight push. The whole nightmare frightened Han Fei. He had close contact with death so many times.

At first, he was born in the trash heap. If the eldest son were a minute later, he would be dead already. Then, he tried his best to crawl into the cart and stay with the offerings, or else he'd be slaughtered by the villagers. Finally, when he was carried away by the third son, he thought that he would definitely be dead.

"I can't fight back or do anything. I can't even speak, but I've somehow survived." Han Fei was shocked.

"You can survive because you represent hope. You're like a newborn with endless possibilities." A gentle voice said.

After the dream collapsed, it formed a broken altar housing a dying God.

"your voice is similar to the chief's eldest son." Han Fei walked towards the altar.

"You should have found out already. I'm Fu Sheng's first son. My nightmare is the last scene of my life." His voice was weak, but he was not hostile against Han Fei.

"The old chief is Fu Sheng, the grave is the cryptic world, the Grave Village is the theme park, and the surface world is the real world. Is that what you want to show me?" Han Fei memorized all the details.

"I sense father's presence on you, but you're not him. It means that he has given you everything." The doors slowly opened. The colorful blood leaked out. "My nightmare is hidden in my heart. Dream has always wanted to see it. Now I will show it to you. I need to tell you three things. Fu Sheng is killed by his second son, but you can still trust him; Fu Sheng has given the box to you. When you release all the despair, you can become a very special ghost; We've been betrayed by the people we want to protect. I don't know what your choice is but don't trust people so easily. You need to understand that the reason the cryptic world is so scary is because of the negative emotions from the real world."

"I understand."

"You're the person father trusts, so I'll give you one last present." The cracked figurine raised its head. "If an Unmentionable wants to cross the threshold between worlds without using the tunnel, they have to sacrifice another Unmentionable. The stronger the sacrificed Unmentionable, the stronger the descending Unmentionable."

"In other words, Dream sacrificed you to bring the eleven altars to the surface world?"

"Yes. Dream has been siphoning energy from my body. It used my beautiful dream for the world to weave deadly traps." The blood dripped on Han Fei. "I'm Fu Sheng's first child. Due to Fu Sheng's bad childhood, he gave all his love and hope to me. He wanted to be the world's best father." The colorful blood flowed with God's former memory. "In my heart, he is the best father. He led me to see the beauty of the world and left me the most beautiful memory..."

The gentle blood surrounded Han Fei. It was a warm power.

"So, I will not hate him. He has no need to apologize. I know he has suffered the most."

The red threads in the figurine were controlled by some kind of power, but the cracks appeared. The trapped God wanted to light his last flame. "Since he has chosen you, then I'll follow his choice. After all, he's the person I trust the most."

A blinding flame lit up the altar. The demons and weapons burned into dust. The flame carried the initial beauty and final hope and entered Han Fei's body. When the flame joined with Han Fei, the figurine turned into dust, and the old altar disappeared. The trapped God eventually chose Han Fei. Even if he were forgotten, he'd burn his life to light the way for Han Fei. The unmentionable's flame scorched Han Fei's body. Dream was alerted. Its rules were broken. In the darkness, a pair of scary eyes slowly opened to look at Han Fei. It remembered Han Fei's face, and the mouth moved. "Fu Sheng's son has chosen you. So... you have the thing I want!"

Demons flew over. Han Fei took out Rest in Peace. The blade resonated with the flame. Fu Sheng's eldest son entered the knife. He stood beside Han Fei and swung the blade!

The nightmare bubbles popped. A giant hole appeared in the endless darkness.

"Notification for Player 0000! Rest in Peace has reached the limit of Grace B! Unmentionable's soul can now stand with you!"

One swing drained Han Fei's energy. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the hospital. Compared to before, the grey mist was much lighter.

"How long was I in that nightmare?"

Han Fei only realized he was wounded. He was extremely tired, and he couldn't even stand. "What's happening?" Han Fei checked the menu, and he realized he had spent a whole day inside the 11th layer!

The nightmare of the Unmentionable was different from normal, and the time flow was different as well.

Han Fei held the wall and slowly moved out of the hospital. When he appeared on the street, all the players paused. They looked at Han Fei with different emotions like envy, greed, worry, and hatred.

"Why are they looking at me like that? Did something happen when I was gone?"

The players didn't move away. Some of them pointed at Han Fei. Some of them notified others of Han Fei's location.

"Is the hidden mission released to the public already?" Huang Yin had received that mission. The players could leave and gain the black box if they killed Han Fei. The crowd thickened. They didn't dare to attack Han Fei, but they didn't want to let him go either.

When the atmosphere then, the crowd parted. A few figures came out of the shadow.

"Good evening." Zhang Mingli, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked over with Han Fei's neighbors. "But it's not really that good, is it?"

Zhang Mingli radiated chills as he picked up Han Fei.

"Who are you? We discovered him, so who are you to drag him away?" Some players tried to stop Zhang Mingli. Then, blood bloomed.

Zhang Mingli threw down the cigarette and stomped on it. "I'm Zhang Mingli. I used to teach morals. If someone you want a lesson, I can give you one."

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