Chapter 871: Seventh Awakening

Hidden in the mist, Han Fei had the girl work with Fu Lie to take down the director. Han Fei held the Rest in Peace and checked for the hospital director's weakness. Han Fei wanted to kill it personally.

"There's still one hour to nightime! All the combat teams ready!" The sound of the main command came from the black band. The vice-captains joined the battle. The middle-aged woman with the thankful persona silently buffed everyone. Since Han Fei had taken down the small fries, she focused her buff on Fu Lie. The director couldn't hold on any longer. Its large body started to shrink. Its black flame dwindled.

"Here's my chance." Han Fei silently approached the director. He was the only person who had seen the director's fear. With the aid of Art Appraisal, Han Fei found the director's weakness. There were many sewn threads on the giant monster's belly. The real weakness was hidden inside the monster's stomach, just like how it had hidden its parent's biological child inside its stomach. It thought that was the safest place. Han Fei picked up his pace. When everyone was distracted by the fight between Fu Lie and the director, he dragged the shine of humanity and cut through the cloud! He channeled his power at the director's stomach!

The ugly and despairing memories were shown before everyone. A pitiful self was hidden inside the director's stomach. Its tiny body was covered in birthmarks. Even after multiple surgeries, its body was still ugly. The small person inside the stomach was scared witless. It understood that if it continued to stay, it would die, so it charged at the middle-aged woman. When the large body approached the woman, it exploded. Black blood covered the sky.

"It tries to escape by hiding in the black rain! Spread out! Don't let it escape!" The devices brought by the center were all triggered. All the teams moved out. However, the rain covered a lot of areas. Seeing the running members, Han Fei stood at the window with Rest In peace. He turned towards the building where his students were. No. 2 led all the kids to that children's clothing store. Those kids appeared to want to take revenge.

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The rain fell on the shop window, creating cruel and beautiful flowers. The bloodstains flowed to form small capillaries. They were bound to construct an ugly child. Its head was huge, and its body was covered in birthmarks and wounds. It also wore a doctor's coat that was too large for it.

It opened its eyes. Extreme hatred burned in them. "Have to kill him! Have to kill him!"

The child hated himself so much that he bit off a piece of meat from his arm. It was very weak now. It didn't dare to stay. It pushed open the door of the shop and prepared to escape from the backdoor of the clothes shop. As long as it was night, even without the ghost territory, it was confident it could escape from the center's search.

The child entered the shop and saw a simple altar. It was clearly newly built. There were thirty children's clothes on the altar. The sacrifice was a young man in a knit cap and a silent child. Both sacrifices were patient from the mental hospital. Their blood had been drained. Their faces were pale.

"Why are they here?"

The shop door closed, and No. 1 came out from behind the counter.

"Random choices are actually fate's arrangement too." No. 2 sat on a wooden cart. He had a creepy smile. "Director, I've brought you your favorite toy." The children appeared at the window. They surrounded the children's clothes store. The cart creaked on the ground. No. 2, who had lost his legs, looked at the director. It was unclear whether he was talking about the kids or the cart.

"You..." The director's eyes widened his eyes. "Impossible!"

"It looks like you've remembered us." No. 5's voice carried deep hatred. He couldn't smile. Once he saw the director, he was extremely calm.

"We can't let it die too easily."

"Do you think it's so easy for Pure Hatred to die? Even in the altar world, we'll have some time with it."

The children talked while No. 1 walked to the director. His large body looked at the director. There was no pity in his eyes as he raised his right arm. 30 personas bound together as No. 1 slammed at the director's legs!

A piece of the director's soul was torn off. No. 1 could see Pure Hatred's weakness. He used his power to punch at the director!

All the kids looked on. This was just the first step of their revenge.

"Let me go! I was the one who raised you. I saved you! I have given you a home. We are family!" The director's body turned uglier. He cried.

"Family?" Even the kindest No. 30 said darkly.

"I was doing everything on someone else's order! I also wanted to help you!" The director had no choice of escaping, so he started to ramble.

"You wanted to help us, so you created extreme experiments to conduct on each of us? You wanted to help us, so you tried to destroy our souls?" No. 4 knelt beside the director. He pressed the director's ears and sent Death into the director's head. No. 5 picked up No. 2 and then placed the director on the wooden cart.

"You treat every child as your toy, just like how your parents treated you. But we were luckier than you." No. 1 said calmly. "Because we at least have each other, and you have nothing."

"You are just a dog who wags its leg to satisfy a killer. You've killed your partners. No one in this world really likes, respects, or hopes to see you." No. 4's words were cutting.

"Yes. I should die. I am an animal. Can you give me a chance to atone? I'm willing to use everything to fix it!" The director would say anything to survive. However, the children didn't fall for it.

"Since you're willing to atone for your mistakes, perhaps we can give you a chance." No. 2 smiled brighter. "I remember that you're always afraid of me, thinking that I'd escape from your control. However, you don't dare to kill me without that man's permission. Therefore, you gouged out my eyes, broke my legs and arms, and then dug out my brain to keep it inside a jar. But as you can, I still survive in this form until now and see many different futures."

The director's soul shivered. He feared No. 2 the most. He was also the only child who had once escaped from the orphanage.

"To thank you, I've prepared a jar for you too." No. 2 took out a jar from under the altar. "Leave behind your Pure Hatred ember and enter this jar."

The director had stripped many personas, but he hesitated when he was told to do that to himself.

"If you don't agree, you'll die in the most painful ways. If you agree, I'll trap part of your consciousness in the jar, so you still have the chance to atone in the future." No. 2's actual goal was actually the director's Pure Hatred black flame. The director was not given a choice. Only by entering the jar that he had a chance to live. It was deeply connected to God. When God returned, these kids wouldn't stand a chance.

"I'll do what you say." The director used his power and slowly peeled back his memory and fear. His flame weakened. More wounds appeared on his body. This was the director's real appearance. After the black flame was taken away, only a wounded, deformed head remained. This head contained the director's most precious and darkest memory. No. 1 grabbed the head and placed it inside the jar. Night descended. The 30 children surrounded the jar. They wanted to tear the director apart, but they still had use for him.

"Don't just stay outside. Come in." No. 2 sealed up the jar and shouted out the children's clothes shop.

The door opened, and Han Fei appeared at the entrance. When the director escaped, Han Fei expected he would end up here.

"I suggest we kill him to prevent any accidents." Han Fei saw the jar on the altar.

"The director knows many secrets about God. We'll decide after I interrogate it." No. 2 was learning from the director. He would give the director hope and then shatter it. "Without your help, we wouldn't have gotten our revenge. After you swallow the director's black flame, your persona should be able to awaken the seventh time." The way everyone awakened was different. Someone with the thankful persona needed to help others; the greed persona needed to keep eating.

"Then, I'll not hold back." Black mist oozed out of Han Fei. The black mist swallowed the black flame whole. The greed abyss expanded again. Endless fear melted into the abyss. The black water rose. Thankfully, there were many personas surrounding the sky above the abyss. They surrounded the healing persona like stars. They shone on the abyss. The two personas reached a balance again. Currently, Han Fei's presence was different from a normal persona user or even a ghost.

"Notification for Player 0000! You've awakened the greed persona for the seventh time. Your endless ambition burned through much Pure Hatred. The maximum number of ghosts in greed abyss increases to 23!

"Notification for Player 0000! You've trapped a Pure Hatred with black flame—Tong Xin (Fear Demon)

"Tong Xin (Fear Demon): It is born from the fear collected in Tong Xin since he was born. He is the nightmare of every child in the city after he is born!

"Power (Fear Control): Control and use fear. You can turn fear into reality.

"Power (Persona Modification): By combining the power of different personas, there's a chance for you to trigger the dark side of a persona and cultivate a special persona.

"Power brought by the black flame (Weeping world): A ghost territory that can grow on its own. It triggers everyone's fear and turns them into toys.

"Ghost territory power (Initial influence 500 meters): After the ghost territory is set up, every soul within 500 meters will be affected and lose their ability to fight. The Pure Hatred will be strengthened."