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Chapter 140 Conspiracy, Sun Changkong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven (Seeking monthly votes)
The cell was bathed in cold light, which made even a healthy face appear pale and thin; even the most fit body would look like a skeletal doll under the harsh light.

After the tutor left, Ji Minghuan got up and walked to the table, taking the tray back to the television.

He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, watching the anime "Neon Genesis Evangelion" while eating the toast and baguette on his plate.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he finished emptying the food from his plate and patted the breadcrumbs off his palm, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound in his ear.

The main gate at the entrance was opened once again.

Ji Minghuan sat cross-legged, his hands clasped around his ankles, and curiously glanced to the side. What came into view was a figure that gave the initial impression of being neither a boy nor a girl.

If I had to find a suitable word to describe him, it would probably be "tomboy".

This "tomboy" was wearing the same white hospital gown as him, but he was wearing a baseball cap and had medium-length red hair. The hair color didn't look dyed; it looked very natural.

Ji Minghuan was taken aback: "A woman?"

When he first heard the name "Sun Changkong" from his mentor, his first thought was of a rough man with monkey hair on his face.

However, considering her actual age, she was probably just a little kid with ADHD, or a half-human, half-animal being like Fiorio. But he never expected that Sun Changkong would actually be a girl.

Sun Changkong lowered her face, her red bangs pressed together by the strands. She stood motionless in the doorway for half a second, then walked over, frowned, and said:

"I heard you're very capable."

"What's so impressive about it?" Ji Minghuan asked in return.

"Destroy the world."

"If I could really destroy the world, would I be sitting here chatting with you?" Ji Minghuan said disdainfully. "I've heard you're quite powerful too."

"What makes it so impressive?" Sun Changkong pricked up his ears.

"I won't tell you."

Sun Changkong paused, then his tone turned cold: "Are you going to talk or not?"

"Did not say."

Sun Changkong's forehead immediately creased with black lines.

Just as she was about to reprimand him, Ji Minghuan casually mentioned, "You are a noble Calamity-level ability user, and you possess a fragment of the mythical legend 'The Monkey King Sun Wukong.' There is no one else like you in the entire world."

He spoke without turning his head, then glanced at Sun Changkong and said, "Right?"

"Yes."

Sun Changkong nodded, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing his small tiger teeth.

"Then can you show me what you've got?" Ji Minghuan paused. "Or are they limiting your abilities?"

"I can show you my skills if you become my underling." Sun Changkong crossed his arms.

Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, thinking that it was impossible that she was not restricted by the Salvation Society. Unless the Salvation Society went crazy, how could they let a holder of mythical wonders move freely in the base?
Thinking of this, he glanced at the metal collar around Sun Changkong's neck and said, "Big Sister."

"I won't show you anything." Sun Changkong retaliated with an eye for an eye.

"I don't think you can show it off." Ji Minghuan said dismissively.

"Who says I can't show skin?"

"Who doesn't know that the kids here are all given suppressants? Don't play dumb."

"Oh." Sun Changkong snorted coldly. "The one you're talking about. I didn't hit it."

“How is that possible?” Ji Minghuan said with certainty. “My mentor told me that the holder of a mythical wonder can destroy a country. If what he said is true, your abilities must be restricted by them.”

“I’m telling the truth.” Sun Changkong frowned. “I wasn’t given any suppressants, but I cooperated with them and limited my power.”

"Why? Why are you limiting your power?"

"Because I released Sun Wukong when I was a child, and it disobeyed my orders and did a lot of bad things."

"bad thing?"

"Yeah, I was too weak back then to control the power of the wonder, and after I summoned it, it went out of control."

"How exactly did it get out of control?"

Sun Changkong remained silent for a moment, then sat down next to Ji Minghuan. He looked up at the television screen and saw Asuka's Unit 2 being pierced by the blood-red Spear of Longinus, followed by the mass-produced units that sprouted wings and cruelly devoured it.

"You kept me in suspense, and then you stopped talking?" Ji Minghuan glanced at the TV, then turned to look at Sun Changkong. "You're such a bad guy."

Sun Changkong turned his head and met his gaze: "You really want to hear it?"

Ji Minghuan nodded.

Sun Changkong opened her mouth slightly and said in a low voice, "It killed everyone in the village, including my parents, and then my mentor found me." As she finished speaking, although she tried to remain calm, her voice was still trembling uncontrollably.

She paused, then turned to stare at Ji Minghuan: "So? After hearing that, are you a little scared of me?"

Ji Minghuan shrugged nonchalantly, thinking to himself, "Why are you all so extreme? One ate his own mother, and the other killed his own family."

Just then, he suddenly opened his eyes slightly, his thoughts wandering, and a horrifying conjecture formed in his mind: "Could it be... that these seemingly out-of-control behaviors are actually deliberately guided by the Salvation Society?"

He thought that, given the abilities the Salvation Society had demonstrated so far, they were perfectly capable of guiding Philio to eat his own mother, or guiding Sun Changkong's fragments of strange tales to go out of control and slaughter an entire village.

If this is indeed the case, then their motives and purposes can actually be explained:
The Salvation Church can use these experiences to psychologically trap them.

Our ancestors created an extreme environment to make these children feel self-loathing and fall into self-destructive emotions. Then, they offered them help when they were most vulnerable, so that these children would voluntarily be locked up here and accept their control and guidance.

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan felt a chill run down his spine.

He looked down at his trouser leg, paused for a moment, and suddenly recalled the scene in the detention cell where Felio, knees drawn up and head bowed, said in a somber tone that he had eaten his mother. But what if Felio knew that it was actually the Salvation Society who had led him to eat his mother…? How would he feel then?
"Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Sun Changkong asked, hugging his knees.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" After a moment of silence, Ji Minghuan said, "You've only killed the people of one village, while I'm going to destroy the world. Compared to me, you're just a little karami."

"But you haven't done it yet!"

"Exactly!" Ji Minghuan frowned and said indignantly, "I haven't done anything yet, but the instructors are all acting so strangely, making it seem like I really would do it. Wouldn't that be even worse than if I actually did it?!"

Sun Changkong thought for a moment: "It seems so."

Ji Minghuan shrugged: "Right, right? Speaking of which, when you mentioned Sun Wukong went out of control, it was the Salvation Society who subdued him in the end?"

"More or less..." Sun Changkong said noncommittally, "Anyway, that's how I ended up here. My mentor taught me how to control the power of 'Strange Tales'. He also told me that Strange Tales Masters can merge with Mythical-level Strange Tales. There's no need to release Mythical-level Strange Tales like lower-level ones. It's impossible to control them."

She paused for a moment: "My mentor also taught me how to divide the power of the fragments of strange tales into several layers. As long as the most powerful abilities are sealed on them, it's not easy to lose control. So here I can only use the power of the first layer, but it's still very stable."

Ji Minghuan said sarcastically, "Oh... your mentor is so amazing. He can even teach you to use the power of mythical wonders in layers. How come it's completely useless for me?"

Just then, the instructor's coughing sound came from the penguin-shaped broadcasting equipment.

Hearing the meaningful cough, Ji Minghuan put her hands on her crossed legs, rolled her eyes at the monitor above her head, and looked at it with disdain.

"Don't speak ill of our mentor." Sun Changkong glared at him.

"What?" Ji Minghuan said dismissively, "So you, like Philio, also regard your mentor as your second parents?"

Who is Philo?

“Oh, I forgot you haven’t met him yet.” Ji Minghuan curled the corners of her mouth. “Felio is a little werewolf, quite cute, with wolf ears and a wolf tail. He is the child of a human and a demon, and you should have a chance to meet him in the future.”

Sun Changkong was silent for a moment: "My mentor didn't let me meet any of the other children. You are the first person I've met here."

"It's alright, you'll have a second friend and a third friend soon." Ji Minghuan said, then suddenly leaned closer to Sun Changkong and whispered, "If I'm the first one to be your underling, will there be any perks?"

His lips curled slightly upward, and his bright eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint.

Sun Changkong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and grinned at him, revealing his little tiger teeth: "Yeah, I'll protect you!"

"That's good. Did you hear that our supervisor said we'll be going out on a mission soon?"

"I've heard that those talented kids are often sent on top-secret missions, just like the X-Men."

"Yeah, you'll probably protect me then, right? I'm just an ordinary Muggle."

"Of course, I keep my word." Sun Changkong blinked.

Ji Minghuan placed his hands on his crossed legs and nodded vigorously, "Then hurry up and show me what abilities the mythical wonders have."

"That's what they say, but I can only use the power of the first level."

"The first floor is enough."

"Oh, then watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Changkong frowned slightly, and a crimson light suddenly flashed in his eyes. In a daze, his pupils reflected the outline of a person with yellow hair, a golden headband, and a full suit of golden armor.

Then she closed her eyes, placed her hand on her chest, and her white hospital gown fluttered in the sudden gust of wind.

Ji Minghuan was stunned: "Isn't it said that when a Strange Tales Envoy uses their abilities, they have to summon the 'Strange Tales Illustrated Book'?"

“I don’t need it… or rather, I don’t even need mythical tales, that’s what my mentor said,” Sun Changkong said.

As soon as she finished speaking, her hospital gown suddenly emitted a bright light. Red patterns of light spread from her heart, flowing through her veins and finally covering her entire body, illuminating her surroundings through her skin and hospital gown.

Ji Minghuan noticed this scene and secretly remembered that the light pattern of the mythical-level wonder was red, which was completely different from the orange light pattern of the generational-level wonder—the light pattern of the mythical-level wonder was more dazzling and its light was extremely aggressive.

"What about the fragments of strange tales?" he asked again. "You don't even need the fragments of strange tales?"

"The fragment is inside me."

"That's amazing! Now it won't get stolen."

“My mentor said that unless they kill me, my mythological fragments will not be taken away.” Sun Changkong paused. “Moreover, if they kill me, they will also risk the fragments inside me going out of control, so no one dares to touch me.”

"I see."

Ji Minghuan suddenly realized that this was just like him, which was why they didn't dare to attack him.

The next second, the red light in Sun Changkong's pupils disappeared, and then a cloud formed in the sky above the prison cell, spinning rapidly as it descended, looking from a distance like a white wave rolling and converging into a vortex.

The clouds are sometimes pure white, and sometimes burst forth with the magnificent colors of a rainbow.

Ji Minghuan tilted his head back, staring blankly at the cloud hanging above the two of them: "This is a somersault cloud..."

"Impressive, isn't it?" Sun Changkong opened his eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Ji Minghuan smugly: "You are the first person to ride on my somersault cloud. I have never shared it with anyone else."

Ji Minghuan nodded in surprise, partly because of the visual impact of the Somersault Cloud, and partly because she was amazed that someone could maintain such a high degree of freedom in the Salvation Society. So she put her hands together, bowed to her expressionlessly.

"Big Sister, please protect me from now on."

He thought to himself, "But it seems that there is another potential enemy in the future. Sun Changkong has also been brainwashed by the Salvation Society's spirit, just like Fiorio. Who will defeat her in the future?"
"Of course I'll protect you," Sun Changkong hummed.

She took off her baseball cap, her dark red hair fluttering in the wind. She stepped onto the somersault cloud first, then suddenly pulled Ji Minghuan up from the ground.

Ji Minghuan stumbled and fell backward onto the somersault cloud.

Before he could react, the Somersault Cloud burst forth with seven-colored light, surging and rolling, and in an instant it floated toward the silver-white ceiling of the prison cell.

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