Please Don't Give Up on Treatment [Infinite]

[The global treatment game has reopened]

[Welcome, patients of the asylum, to the Infinite Madhouse!]

Before the flames of an explosion swallowed her, a mechanical female voice suddenly rang out in Song Wanci’s mind.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself wearing a high school uniform and sitting in a bright, spacious classroom.

Before she could figure out what was going on, she saw her personal diagnosis displayed on a panel.

[Patient name: Song Wanci

Mental state: Critical

Life satisfaction: -100

Treatments completed: 0

Based on a comprehensive evaluation, the patient’s condition is severe and requires immediate treatment. (Note: Do not come into contact with gods.)]

Song Wanci: ?

[First treatment: Sunshine Private High School]

[Keyword: Smile]

[Please cooperate with treatment and strive to make a full recovery soon!]

On learning that this was a treatment game for the mentally ill, Song Wanci was surprisingly calm and completely unruffled.

That was because her actual job was as a psychotherapist.

A blood-soaked high school student stared at her with a sinister grin.

Song Wanci took out a piece of candy. “I know you’re hurting inside. Don’t force yourself to smile.”

A pianist unable to control his emotions approached her with a cleaver.

Song Wanci caught the blade with her bare hands. “Hands devoted to art are made for being stained with blood.”

And so:

Everyone else: Trying hard to get better.

Song Wanci: Trying hard to help others get better.

-

Every patient in the madhouse had heard that among the new arrivals was a kindhearted god disguised as a patient. Pray with sincerity, and you would be saved, your illness would ease, and you would soon recover...

Unfortunately, no one could find that kindhearted god.

Unaware of all this, Song Wanci continued diligently at her actual job.

She gently patted the head of the delicate-looking boy beside her.

He was a patient with severe delusions whom she had picked up along the way.

Pitiful, fragile, and beautiful.

In her naivety, Song Wanci had no idea he wasn’t sick at all.

Bloodthirsty and cruel were the words that truly described him.

-

Qianyun had wandered among humans for nearly a century, lost himself, and never understood the meaning of his existence. His body was covered in scars, yet all he received in return were countless looks of contempt.

Then one day, a human stepped into his sight beneath a moon shining with starlight. Like a god who pitied and saved all living beings, she gazed down at him, battered and wounded.

She said, “Don’t be afraid. Stay by my side. I can fix you, and you’ll become a normal person.”

After a long, lonely wait, he had finally found his purpose.

Little did he know that after following the girl, he would drift farther and farther from the path he had imagined would make him normal.

Scenarios:

Sunshine Private High School

The Grand Concert Hall

Reader’s Guide

-A deranged therapist whose thought process is anything but normal x an evil god trying to fit in with normal people

-All original settings in this story are the author’s own inventions. Please don’t apply them to reality.

-The heroine can’t heal herself. Everyone is a crazy mental patient. If that bothers you, don’t read.

-A touch of Lovecraftian horror, with my own take on horror

-Both are each other’s first, both are powerful, and the heroine is not saintly

[Blurb written 2022.8.8] (revised 2023.3.9)

Theme: Everyone trapped in the mud will meet a star of their own.