My Iyashikei Game Chapter 423: Soul Mist

Sitting on the black coffin left behind by the Singer, Han Fei held the music box. He hummed along to the melody that came out from the music box and tapped on the coffin lid. His reputation continued to increase. It was like Pandora's box had been opened, his neighbours’ desire and resentment were all unleashed.

Time passed by slowly and Han Fei noticed his character profile page had changed again. When his reputation reached 100, Han Fei put down the music box and slowly walked towards his altar. Pulling back the heavy black cloth, his figurine sat inside the altar. It was Han Fei who was laughing madly, it felt familiar and strange.

‘Finally the first stage is over.’ With only 1 Life Point, Han Fei managed to survive for days in the cryptic world. This was something he wouldn’t dare to imagine in the past. No one could have done this, not even Fu Sheng. Although to be fair, Han Fei had already done many things Fu Sheng couldn’t, Han Fei merely hadn’t noticed it.

Han Fei reached his arm into the altar. When his fingers touched the figurine, the memory fragments inside his mind started to tremble. A terrifying cackle came from the deepest end of his memory. The figure who stood alone at the blood red orphanage lifted his head, he attempted to escape from his prison.

“Notification for Player 0000! You’ve satisfied the requirement to level up the altar, will you level up the altar?”

Yes!” After he pressed the yes button, Han Fei could feel his finger being drawn to the figurine. The bond between Han Fei and the altar was thickening, it was like they were bound by some kind of invisible thread. At that moment, Han Fei noticed the figurine inside the altar appeared to have come alive. Harming the figurine would be equal to harming Han Fei. The afterlife karma in his profile drained rapidly. When the afterlife karma reached zero, the figurine radiated an indescribable liveliness. After consuming Han Fei’s 100 afterlife karma, the figurine opened its eyes!

The eyes were filled with madness and the flame of despair, it w

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