My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 141 Somersault Cloud (Seeking monthly votes)

Today's detention cell was unlike any other, breaking away from its usual empty and boring stereotype, and instead presenting a very strange scene.

Under the cool light, a cloud floated leisurely in mid-air, carrying two children dressed in hospital gowns.

Ji Minghuan was sitting cross-legged on the Somersault Cloud. From this novel perspective, even the familiar monitoring room seemed to have taken on a completely different appearance.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the color of the somersault cloud beneath him was gradually changing between pure white and seven colors. The cloud body was rolling like waves and making a noisy sound like a steam engine.

"Wow...that's amazing," Ji Minghuan exclaimed.

As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly and tried to reach out from above the somersault cloud, touching the penguin-shaped broadcasting equipment with his palm, feeling the cool metallic touch.

Before the somersault cloud could fly too far, he slapped the penguin hard.

A loud "smack" echoed throughout the entire prison cell.

At this moment, the experimenter behind the monitor saw this scene and thought to himself with a black line on his face: What exactly is the point of us modifying this broadcasting equipment for you...?
"Isn't it awesome?"

Sun Changkong placed his baseball cap between his legs, curled up the corners of his mouth to reveal his little tiger teeth, and tilted his shoulder to bump into Ji Minghuan.

"awesome……"

As Ji Minghuan casually praised the clouds, he leaned back and lay down on the soft, fluffy clouds, feeling as if he were lying on a damp, tide-swept beach.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment for a while, then turned to look at the smug Sun Changkong, "What other abilities can you use?"

Looking closely at Sun Changkong's appearance, she has some freckles on her face, and her features and temperament are slightly boyish, but overall she still looks very delicate.

She shook her head: "I can only use this ability for now; my other abilities are sealed in the layers above."

"Then how can you break the seal?"

Sun Changkong said, "My mentor said he would help me break the seal when needed, but I don't know how to do it myself."

"You really trust your mentor."

“You’ve never made a mistake, so you don’t trust your mentor…” Sun Changkong wiped the tip of his upturned nose with his hand. “I hate myself, I hate losing control, I hate seeing innocent people die because of my mistakes, so I think my mentor’s help is very useful to me.”

“You’re right… It’s because I’ve never made a mistake or killed anyone that I was inexplicably labeled as someone who would destroy the world, and then locked up here for research. How could I possibly trust or like the people here?”

“Then…wouldn’t it be too late if you made a mistake?” Sun Changkong thought for a moment, “If you really could destroy the world.”

Ji Minghuan fell silent. He placed his palms back on the cloud surface, raised his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

After a long silence, he sighed: "Fine, your logic is indeed unbeatable. So, I'm wrong no matter what I do, and the villain's script has to be welded into my hands for you to be satisfied, right?"

After a pause, he began to ramble on and on:

"Think about it... My mentors and the others talk about destroying the world all the time, but if the world were really that easy to destroy, that would be great. In thousands of years of human history, among so many superhumans, not a single one has been able to destroy the world, let alone an ordinary Muggle like me."

“Actually, I don’t know either…” Sun Changkong shook his head. “You don’t seem like the kind of person who would destroy the world. When my mentor mentioned you before, I thought you were a pure bad seed, and I was worried that I would get beaten up if I met you.”

"No, no, I wouldn't dare," Ji Minghuan said listlessly. "You are the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, while I am just a commoner. If you don't pull a golden cudgel out of your ear and whip me hard, I should be thanking the heavens and kneeling on the somersault cloud to kowtow to you twice."

As they spoke softly, the somersault cloud carried the two of them slowly, with the cool-colored light tubes overhead just inches away.

Sun Changkong suddenly raised his head and said to him, "I am not called 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven,' I am called 'Sun Changkong.'"

Ji Minghuan didn't take it seriously: "I know your name, and you should have heard of mine too, right?"

"I don't think it counts if you don't introduce yourself. What does it matter if you just hear your name from someone else?"

"My name is Ji Minghuan. Hello, Sun Changkong."

Sun Changkong was silent for a moment: "So you're the first friend I've made here?"

"I guess so, but you're not the first friend I've made here. I have two other friends who are locked up here."

"Then they must be ruthless characters too?"

"Yes."

“It’s great to be friends with you. Back in the village, everyone said I was an annoying wild child. Nobody wanted to be friends with me, and the kids would throw stones at me.” Sun Changkong said absentmindedly, his lips moving slightly. “Later, a kind family finally took me in. It was so rare for someone to be so good to me, not throwing stones at me, treating me like family. But I ended up killing them…”

She paused for a moment, then gave a self-deprecating smile: "Isn't it funny?"

"Why do you say you killed them?" Ji Minghuan thought for a moment. "Isn't it normal for a mythical fragment to go out of control? Anyone would go out of control if they had such a thing on them."

Sun Changkong shook his head: "You don't need to speak up for me. If I hadn't gone up the mountain that day and hadn't found those ruins, that kind of thing wouldn't have happened."

"But even if it wasn't you, someone else would find that ruin sooner or later, and someone else would be bound to the fragments of Sun Wukong's legends sooner or later."

"No. My mentor said that there are probably only a handful of people in the entire world who can be accepted by the fragments of mythology. If someone else finds that ruin, they might not be accepted by the fragments, and then... that kind of thing won't happen."

"It's alright. Whether one of you finds the ruins or not, it doesn't really matter."

Sun Changkong asked, puzzled, "Why?"

Ji Minghuan patted his chest and said seriously, "Because I will destroy the world sooner or later. Don't worry, everyone will die eventually, it's just a matter of sooner or later. If you think about it this way, you won't feel guilty."

Sun Changkong was taken aback, then slowly turned her head and glanced at his overly serious expression. "You're quite an interesting person," she laughed, a very happy laugh.

The two met eyes on the somersault cloud, just then the instructor's gentle voice came through the broadcasting equipment: "Ji Minghuan, watch your words. We'll turn a blind eye this time. Don't do it again. Don't say such dangerous things in the future."

"It was just a joke, was it really necessary to take it so seriously?" Ji Minghuan sighed.

Sun Changkong thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you have many friends?"

“Of course, I have the most friends at the orphanage. The kids all call me ‘Boy King of the Orphanage’.”

“Wild children don’t understand.” Sun Changkong pouted.

"Actually, I don't speak English, I was just making things up." Ji Minghuan tugged at the corner of her lips and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I've always wanted to ask: why is your hair red?"

"I'm not dyeing my hair! I'm a natural hair advocate."

“I know, it doesn’t look dyed.”

"Well... the year after I obtained the fragment of Sun Wukong's legend, my hair naturally turned red. At first, it was a light color, then it became darker and darker, and finally it turned into what it is now."

As he spoke, Sun Changkong casually touched his dark red hair.

"Actually, it looks pretty good. It makes me want to dye my hair."

What hair color do you want?

"White."

Why is it white?

“I have a friend who also has white hair,” Ji Minghuan said without hesitation. “I want to be like her so she won’t feel like she looks strange.”

Sun Changkong paused for a moment, then hugged his knees and remained silent for a while before responding softly, "Oh, oh."

"How old are you?" Ji Minghuan asked again.

“Me?” Sun Changkong’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Yesterday was my birthday. I just turned 12.”

"I'm a few months older than you, so you should be calling me brother."

"I don't care, I'm going to be the boss."

"Alright, boss. You're powerful because you have the Golden Cudgel."

At this point, the instructor's voice came through the broadcasting system again: "Alright, that's enough for today. Ji Minghuan, Sun Changkong, you should go back to sleep... Get ready, then get off the somersault cloud, and be careful not to fall."

Upon hearing this, Sun Changkong had no choice but to urge the cloud down, stopping it on the silver-white floor of the prison cell. Then, she pulled on Ji Minghuan's sleeve and carefully yanked him off the somersault cloud, as if afraid he would fall.

"You see, the mentor just likes to interrupt people when they're having a good chat," Ji Minghuan said, pointing to the penguin above her head.

"That penguin is quite cute." Sun Changkong stared at the broadcasting equipment, his focus different from his.

"Never mind, you should go back and rest too," Ji Minghuan said. "I'm going to watch TV."

"Bye-Bye……"

As Sun Changkong bid him farewell, he put on his baseball cap and put his hands behind his back.

"bye."

Ji Minghuan sat back down next to the TV and waved to her.

Sun Changkong pulled a hand out from behind him, waved at him, and then walked towards the exit.

She turned her head to the side, slightly raised her eyes from under the brim of her hat, and looked at this place one last time with lingering reluctance.

When she realized that Ji Minghuan seemed to be ignoring her, she turned and walked away without looking back.

With a "bang," the metal door slammed shut, plunging the iron box into complete darkness once again.

Ji Minghuan watched TV in the dark for a while, then turned it off with the remote and quietly lay back down on the bed.

"My second unit will arrive in Venice tomorrow. I hope I can find a good demon, at least one that should be more useful than a shadow demon."

He thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened: "Ah, speaking of which, Xia Pingzhou's heart is still with the Ripper. That wretched woman didn't even remind me to go get it back from her. She's treating my heart like a collectible. Looks like I'll have to take some time during my vacation to meet that bastard..."

Thinking this, Ji Minghuan angrily closed her eyes and hid in the library of her spiritual world to read for a while.

When he was bored, he would flip through the books while pulling the rope to shake the corpse of the black pupa, then the corpse of the chess player, and finally the corpse of the shark.

Finally, when his eyelids could no longer be opened, he loosened the rope suspending the body, yawned, leaned against the bookshelf in the library, tilted his head, and closed his eyes.

The setting sun turned red, and its rays slanted across the boy's face. Beside him, the faint image of a white-haired girl leaned on his shoulder. Soon after, the two fell into a deep sleep.

　Asking for a monthly ticket.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)