Chapter 599: 599 Lapidarist

There was blood everywhere. The ten Pure Hatreds shared the beauty of the world. They were like fallen deities, sitting around the last dinner. Han Fei's body was punctured by the chains. He lay on the broken altar's base. The golden divine pattern and black ghost tattoo flowed through his flesh. One could see his beating heart through the chest wound. Han Fei couldn't move. He listened to the prayers of the memory world. The souls' prayer was injected into his body through the chains. When the prayers were joined with his body, he might become the world's new God.

The saw buzzed beside his ears. The sharpest thing in the world was extreme love and extreme hate. Love was the first to approach the dining table. She planned to cut Han Fei into ten portions. The spinning saw approached Han Fei. Love was blinded by blood. She laughed and cried madly. She wanted to saw through the memories Fu Yi left her!

Han Fei wanted to struggle, but he couldn't control his body. He couldn't even say a complete sentence. His pupils darted about anxiously. Han Fei could imagine the ending. His game had become a reality.

"I might not get his full love, but I don't want to share the right to kill him with anyone else either." A sweet voice said. Even after becoming a Pure Hatred, Lee Guo Er was very cute. As the saw fell, Lee Guo Er let go of the chains. She was surrounded by hatred and charged at Love. That was how she approached love. She was direct, rash, and didn't think of the consequence.

The two Pure Hatreds collided, and Building Seven started to collapse.

Du Zhu noticed Han Fei was combining with the prayers of the dead, and she knew what this meant. She didn't hesitate and pulled Han Fei towards her. Her perfect face cracked to expose her real appearance. The face maintained through medicine fell, and the woman looked very normal. After tasting perfection, average became an unbearable pain. To maintain perfection, she planned to consume Han Fei!

In Du Zhu's dictionary, there was no sharing. Fu Yi was her special toy. Han Fei's body was torn apart. As he was pulled towards Du Zhu, the thin woman released her grasp on the chain. A trembling hatred radiated from the woman. Fu Sheng's mother glared at Du Zhu. Compared to Han Fei, she wanted to kill Du Zhu more!

After seeing Du Zhu's real face, Fu Sheng's mother gave out a shrill cry. She carried her life of hatred and pierced through Du Zhu's heart.

Teacher Liu saw this opportunity and pulled out a blood-red knife from her purse. Her student had consumed the hospital's medicine and became Du Zhu's toy. To save her student, she had to kill Du Zhu. Teacher Liu didn't want to have any connection with Fu Yi. She was doing this for her student. At least, that was what she told herself. All the hatred focused on the tip of the knife. Teacher Liu and Fu Sheng's mother attacked Du Zhu simultaneously.

"You think you're able to match me?" Du Zhu let go of the chains. She combined with the hospital and absorbed the hatred within the hearts of the patients and doctors. The perfect Du Zhu started to grow with ugly faces, which might be her authentic appearance. The hatred on Du Zhu expanded wildly. However, as she drained the hatred from the hospital, the prayers flowed faster into Han Fei!

After the Laughter and Fu Yi left, Han Fei sunk into despair. But now, his heart lit up with hope again. If he could inherit the altar, he could end this looping night. "There's still a chance!"

The moment he had that thought, Han Fei felt a piercing pain. The hatred shot into his body like a knife. Han Fei turned his eyes to the source.

Fu Yee's mother stood at the edge of the abyss. Her calloused and wounded hands held the chains. Time had dried out her beauty. She was the same age as Fu Yi, but she looked much older. She had to raise a child with a terminal disease alone. She moved around different cities suffered endless humiliation for Fu Yee. Only the single mother knew how much pain she had suffered. Blood tears slid down her cheeks. She always put others first.

She still believed Fu Yi for a time until Fu Yi remarried, and she wasn't the bride. After her daughter was born, she swore to make her daughter the happiest girl in the world. She would pour double the love into her daughter. However, her endless love was repaid with tragedy.

When she first saw the report, she leaned against the ward, held her mouth, and cried soundlessly. When she exited the ward, she didn't tell her daughter the truth. She looked at her daughter with love and warmth. In this house without a father, the mother was the strongest person. She would never cry before her daughter. The moment her daughter was ill, the mother stopped crying. She was determined to walk the path of death with her daughter. She watched her daughter slowly grow up and, in the end, leave this imperfect world.

The mother who never cried finally shed her tears. She slowly moved towards Han Fei. She always lived for others. The hatred and pain twisted together. They crushed her happiness. She reached out her hands. Fu Yee's mother let go of the chain. She reached for Han Fei's neck.

"Mom!" A young female voice called out. Fu Yee, with deformed legs, crawled on the ground. She grabbed the wounds of the floor and slowly moved forward, "Don't kill Dad!" Fu Yee's mother paused. Her hands stopped before Han Fei. Her tears dropped on Han Fei's body. After that, her fingers pressed on Han Fei's neck. "No one can forgive Dad on Mom's behalf. No one."

"He is not Fu Yi!" A woman's voice came from the Ten Hatreds. The formerly gentle voice became anxious. Fu Yee's mother turned around. Han Fei's wife picked up the chains abandoned by the other Pure Hatreds. She bound them around her body. She tried her best so that Han Fei wouldn't fall into the abyss again!

All the Pure Hatreds wanted to kill Han Fei or claim the prayers on him. Only his wife didn't want anything from him. The hatred in Fu Yee's mother's heart rippled slightly. Her hands on Han Fei's neck never tightened.

"Mom!" Fu Yee tried to approach her father and mother, but as she approached the emergency room, her weak body was bounced back.

While Fu Yee's mother hesitated, the faceless woman hidden behind Du Zhu saw her chance. She slithered towards Han Fei. A large hole opened on her face. She had the same idea as Du Zhu. She wanted to consume Han Fei to be the new altar. Inheriting the altar was her initial goal. She would inherit the altar on her own when the painter and the white shoes were gone!

The faceless woman moved fast, but Zhuang Wen had been watching her. Honestly, when Zhuang Wen saw Nine Pure Hatreds appear at the hospital, she was flustered. How did a man manage to gain the attention of nine Pure Hatreds? This was more than pure effort, it was his natural talent.

If she had to face Nine Hatreds on her own, even if she did her best, she could only keep a full body for Han Fei. Thankfully, that didn't happen.

When the faceless woman wanted to consume Han Fei, Zhuang Wen's hands filled with Death Curse pressed on the woman's forehead. Her body was covered in black flame, and she kicked at the faceless woman's upper body. Death Curse crawled into the faceless woman. Zhuang Wen had the black flame of Ten Fingers and Butterfly's Death Curse. Those touched by her would die. The faceless woman knew this was her last chance. She stopped hiding her ability. Her face started to turn into Du Zhu's face. The faceless woman became stronger, and she fought Zhuang Wen. The night cracked, and the ground was covered in wounds.

Currently, only the youngest female netizen, the oldest Zhao Qian, and the wife still held onto the chains. As the other Pure Hatreds approached the dining table, the female netizen in the yellow dress also slowly moved forward. Among all the women, she was the youngest. She was most easily affected by emotions. She couldn't hear the outside voices as she was taken over by hatred. She didn't know when she let go of the chains. She looked at the wounded Han Fei.

When she was kicked out of her home, Fu Yi took her in. When she fell into despair, Fu Yi shed her shell. But she didn't expect the person that she thought was her savior would abandon her without hesitation. The girl's last trust became trash thrown away. She was like a stray cat no one wanted. She would gnash her teeth whenever a stranger came too close. After multiple bad encounters, she finally found a warm home. The owner gave her endless love and warmth. He promised her many things. When she planned to move into the warm home with the owner, the owner kicked her out. After being abandoned so many times, the girl held her dead heart and stood beside Han Fei. "Can you return me my heart?"

The girl was consumed by the world's hatred. Her eyes were red. The reason she hadn't made her move was that the things Han Fei did near the end flashed in her mind. Han Fei cleaned up the poisoned coffee at the company entrance so that the stray cat wouldn't be accidentally injured. On that rainy night, Han Fei carried her to the hospital. No one had done that for her. She always had to go to the hospital alone. That night, when her vision blurred due to a high fever, she believed she saw Han Fei fussing around her.

The images were soon wiped away by hatred. However, that was one image that couldn't be eroded. The female netizen stood beside Han Fei's bed and opened his health report. She was the only person who knew Han Fei wouldn't live for long. The hand that reached towards Han Fei's heart stopped moving. Hatred consumed her mind, but she still couldn't pluck away Han Fei's heart.

Zhao Qian stood furthest away. Ever since she entered the emergency room, she stopped approaching Han Fei. The pair of beautiful eyes swept every Pure Hatred in the room before settling on Han Fei. Zhao Qian knew Fu Yi before his ex-wife died. She was the one who taught Fu Yi and raised him from an unknown employee to the company's main game designer.

She prided on being rational and mature, but from an unknown moment onwards, everything had gone down the wrong path. "I know there are more than ten women on your phone. The ten here are the ones who suffer the most because of you. My rationality told me that I should kill you so that other people wouldn't be injured, but..."

Zhao Qian's eyes contained complicated emotions. She moved her eyes away from Han Fei to his wife. After the other Pure Hatreds let go of the chains, the wife picked them all up. She was dominated by hatred, but she refused to let go.

"Actually, when I gave you the game's bonus, I had a feeling you were not him. Fu Yi, who only cared about name, power, and sex, would never spend his whole day playing Plants versus Zombies and not mingle with other women. Do you know how bored I was spying on your computer for the whole day?"

This mature woman looked at Fu Yi's wife through blurred vision. "I'll lose to her again. After all, I don't have her courage to fall into the abyss with you." Letting go of the chain, Zhao Qian walked towards Du Zhu. Her red eyes looked at the monster. "Perhaps killing her is the better ending."

Zhao Qian stopped all the patients and doctors who ran towards Du Zhu. Zhao Qian wanted to sever Du Zhu's connection to the hospital.

Nine Pure Hatreds let go of the chains. Only the wife wound all ten chains on her body. However, she couldn't fight all the despair of the world alone. She couldn't drag Han Fei out of the abyss. If anything, she was slowly sliding towards the abyss. Han Fei was not afraid of death, but he didn't want to cause his wife to suffer.

"Why don't you let go?" Han Fei's lips trembled, and he could barely speak. "I have not done anything for you! Don't lose everything for this false bliss!"

No one could hear the voice in Han Fei's heart. He looked at his wife. His wife, covered in chains, met his eyes. She slowly slid towards the abyss, and she forced a smile at Han Fei. A Pure Hatred's smile?

Perhaps because she had lost too much, when everything changed, the wife desperately wanted to hold onto that bliss. Even though she knew it was fake and temporary, she refused to let go.

Han Fei couldn't speak, much less stop his wife from falling into the abyss with him. Every Pure Hatred was fighting. The ones who still hadn't made their decision were Fu Yee's mother and the youngest netizen. They were Han Fei's final hopes. Han Fei's body disintegrated. His blood boiled with Soul Poison. His flesh was cut through by chains. He couldn't use any ability. He pulled up the menu. Han Fei looked around and settled on the empty tab for his second profession. At this point, he had no other choice. He glanced at the ten Pure Hatreds and made his final choice.

The system said, "Notification for Player 0000! This is your fifth time completing the prerequisite mission for the hidden profession—Lapidarist. Your compatibility with it is more than 100 percent! Will your second profession be the Lapidarist?"

"Yes!"