Transformed into a Healing Game?

Huan Weng's Request

Yi Bai didn't hesitate much. By doing this small favor, he could gain a little goodwill without risking his own interests. It was a rare opportunity to receive gratitude from someone.

"A bit painful, but bear with it."

As he spoke, Yi Bai's arm transformed into a sword-like motion and slashed downward. In a movement so swift it was almost undetectable by the human eye, a faint blood glow appeared on his nails.

Snap!

Huan Weng's hand was severed cleanly at the wrist. However, there was no gush of blood, thanks to Yi Bai's unique bloodline power that helped stem the bleeding.

The excruciating pain hit Huan Weng immediately, and his face paled as he winced in agony. His brows furrowed, but—

What shocked the remaining players to their core was that, despite his condition, Huan Weng picked up his severed arm with the other hand and forced a kind smile on his face.

Then, bizarrely, he began to jog around in circles while singing a strange nursery rhyme.

At this sight, the human players froze, fear setting in. Ye Qun and the others stared with cold, piercing gazes. They were on high alert.

In their minds, Huan Weng's best chance at survival was to throw his severed arm behind a fellow human player. Choosing one of the ghost children would only mean certain death. They couldn't believe that such a critical game could suddenly take a turn with a high-level player appearing to break the balance.

But then, something unexpected happened.

"How dare he?!"

Ye Qun muttered in disbelief.

Liu Zhen and Yu Quan shared the same shocked expressions, as did the other new players, all with their mouths agape in astonishment.

Huan Weng threw his half-severed arm behind the Fat Ball Ghost Child—the one who had previously crushed a new player's skull with a single slap.

"Throw it away~ throw it away~"

The nursery rhyme continued, though it clearly faltered for a moment.

The ghost children, who had been eagerly anticipating the humans to turn on each other, immediately noticed Huan Weng's actions. While initially expecting a bloodbath, what they saw instead left them puzzled.

The Fat Ball Ghost Child, in particular, looked perplexed, struggling to understand the man's motives. But that was no longer important. The game was in full swing now, and it was time for him to catch the man.

Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled with the heavy steps of the Fat Ball Ghost Child, though his speed was impressive for such a large figure. He was much faster than Huan Weng, who was still running while enduring the pain.

There was no surprise when Huan Weng was caught, but what was strange was that he still wore a calm, composed smile on his face. Even the Fat Ball Ghost Child couldn't help but feel confused at this.

"You've lost. Now, it's your turn to perform," the Fat Ball Ghost Child said coldly, tossing Huan Weng's severed arm back to him.

Yi Bai, using his Insightful Eye, observed that the attitude of the ghost children toward Huan Weng had shifted slightly. Comparing this to the game's initial instructions about "enthusiasm, patience, and attention to detail," Huan Weng had at least fulfilled one key requirement—enthusiasm.

This likely caused the simpler-minded ghost children to develop some slight sense of approval toward him.

"Sure enough, compared to the other players, the 'outlier' Huan Weng has a higher chance of surviving," Yi Bai mused. His gaze flicked across the ghost children and then back to Huan Weng, who had now positioned himself in the center of the circle. Yi Bai couldn't help but wonder if a new "Divinely Favored One" was about to emerge from this bizarre scenario.

Among the ghost children, one in particular—a grotesque, emaciated little thing with yellowed skin—looked at Huan Weng with a distinct glimmer of longing in its eyes. In simple terms, it was a ghost child who seemed to crave affection...

Interesting.

Yi Bai's lips curled into a faint smile. Huan Weng's appearance might just be about to turn this terrifying survival game into something almost healing.

Standing in the center of the circle, Huan Weng, still holding his severed arm, turned to the Fat Ball Ghost Child and gently thanked him for returning it instead of consuming it.

Then, he began his performance—a simple story.

It was a story of a man in his fifties who had lost his child. The child was vividly described, every characteristic clearly articulated.

"Have you seen my child? If you have, please, I beg you to tell me where they are. I will do anything, pay any price—just to know!"

At the story's conclusion, Huan Weng gazed at the ghost children with a gentle, fatherly expression, as though seeing his own lost child in their faces.

Clap! Clap!

Weak applause sounded, coming from the most grotesque, skinny little ghost child in the group.

"Well done. First game completed. The next one will begin once the Big Sister decides," the Fat Ball Ghost Child said indifferently, though he had no intention of harming Huan Weng.

With that, the ghost children began to disappear, their figures vanishing like light refracting off glass.

The human players, who were just about to let out a relieved breath, froze. Because one ghost child—emaciated, hideous, and with yellowish skin—remained behind.

It wasn't leaving.

Instead, it began walking toward Huan Weng.

This scene caused the remaining players to react in varying ways.

The new players, terrified of any unexpected twists, huddled in place, too scared to move. Ye Qun's gaze burned with envy, wishing he could be in Huan Weng's place. Liu Zhen remained cold but with a hint of envy in his eyes. Yu Quan was torn, his fists clenched as he struggled with his emotions.

Huan Weng, however, was only slightly surprised before he smiled and asked, "Little one, do you need help with something?"

His gentle smile and the sincere, non-judgmental look in his eyes made the ghost child more moved than it had been by any of the others.

"It's happening," Yi Bai thought, his eyes glinting with realization. The game's true winner had emerged, and perhaps... there would be no lasting consequences for this one.