My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 18 Violence
Kong Youling sat down across the table holding the sketchbook and raised her red eyes.

Under the cold light, she stared at Ji Minghuan motionlessly, like a penguin from Antarctica, staring at humans stupidly.

Ji Minghuan couldn't help but laugh: "Excuse me, is that a penguin sitting opposite me?"

Seeing his smile, she finally reacted and gently placed the sketchbook with the pencil on the table, but her eyes never moved away for a second.

Like Ji Minghuan, she also wore a metal collar around her neck. This collar was used to detect the use of their supernatural powers. If they did, the researchers could immediately control them through the collar. In dire situations, the collar could even explode, killing them instantly.

Kong Youling looked at Ji Minghuan, then at the picture book, lowered her head, and her snow-white hair covered her eyes.

I picked up the pencil, the tip of the pencil touched the notebook but I put it down again; I opened my mouth to speak with lip language but I didn't know what to say.

Finally, she just raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.

It had been a long time since she had seen Ji Minghuan, and she couldn't help but want to take a few more glances at him.

Kong Youling's eyes usually seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to find the focus, but now they were very bright.

She placed her sketchbook and pencils on the table, sat down obediently, and waited quietly for Ji Minghuan to speak.

Ji Minghuan said nothing and looked her whole body carefully to see if there were any wounds.

After confirming that she was not injured, he still asked through lip language: "Are you hurt?"

Kong Youling shook her head, her snow-white hair swaying slightly.

She wrote in the notebook and then handed the page to him: "I have said it many times, but they won't let me see you."

Ji Minghuan said, "Me too."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Did they ask you to do something in the end, like question me, before they would let you come see me?"

She wrote, holding up her notebook: "They asked me to ask you."

"What do you want to ask me?" Ji Minghuan tilted his head.

"Let me ask you, what is your special ability?" The white-haired girl continued to write.

Her behavior at this moment went against the wishes of her mentor and others. They would never let her ask Ji Minghuan about his abilities so directly, but Kong Youling didn't care whether she would be punished or not.

Ji Minghuan was silent for a second, then shook his head.

He said silently: "But even if you ask me that, I don't know... After all, something that doesn't exist is nothing."

This was the first time Ji Minghuan lied to her. He knew in his heart that if he told her about his special abilities, then neither of them would ever be able to leave here.

"Okay," Kong Youling wrote, "Got it."

After a pause, she wrote a few more words on the page with her pencil, this time writing slowly:

"I miss you so much."

Ji Minghuan looked at the four small black words on the paper and surprisingly did not speak. He just opened his mouth slightly, looked at her for a while, then stood up from the chair and leaned forward.

He raised his hand and was about to touch her hair when a burst of electricity came from the collar around her neck and instantly spread throughout her body.

His pupils shrank slightly, his body trembled for a while, and his right hand hung on the table like a kite with a broken string.

"No physical contact." A cold, iron-like voice boomed from the speaker-like broadcasting device. "If it happens a second time, you will be electrocuted."

Ji Minghuan sat back in his chair, nodded slightly, his drooping hair covering his eyes. He curled his lips, and it took him a while to recover from the shock of the electric current.

He lowered his head and took a look, and saw that his hands were still cramping slightly.

Kong Youling stared at him blankly, her pencil falling from her hand and gently dropping to the ground. Fear was hidden in her eyes, as if she had made some mistake.

"It's okay. It's not your fault, it's my problem." Ji Minghuan said softly, then leaned down from the chair, picked up the pencil on the ground, and clenched it several times with his trembling hands before he could hold it.

Then he took the sketchbook from the table, trying not to touch her.

Ji Minghuan returned to his seat, lowered his head, and wrote something in pencil on his notebook with a focused expression. After a while, he suddenly curled his lips, raised his head, and turned the notebook to face the girl.

Kong Youling looked at the picture in the notebook. It was a sketch of a very well-behaved and adorable spotted cat.

Looking at the familiar kitten, she recalled an incident that happened three years ago when she had just arrived at the welfare home.

At that time, the children in the welfare home adopted a stray spotted cat. Kong Youling liked it very much, but she could only watch other children playing with the kitten from a distance.

Later, the kitten died of illness and the other children were very sad. At that time, Kong Youling would draw a small and cute spotted cat in a corner of the classroom blackboard before class every day, as if it was still with them.

The children in the classroom were amused and giggled, and the teacher turned a blind eye seeing that everyone was in a good mood.

At first they were all curious about who drew it.

Until one day Kong Youling fell ill and no one saw the spotted cat on the blackboard again, only then did they realize that the kitten on the blackboard was drawn by her.

The little girl missed the cat very much too. She also wanted to play with the cat like everyone else, instead of just sitting in the distance with her knees hugged and watching, all alone. But everyone hated her.

After Kong Youling recovered from her illness, on the first day after she returned to the classroom, she suddenly found that the spotted cat was still drawn in the corner of the blackboard.

She was very curious about who drew it, and everyone pointed at Ji Minghuan and said that he drew this on the blackboard every day when she was not around.

At that time, Ji Minghuan didn't say anything. He just held his chin and looked out the window, as if he didn't care at all what was happening in the classroom.

Back to the present, Kong Youling raised his eyes from the spotted cat on the notebook and met Ji Minghuan's gaze.

"Now we are the same," Ji Minghuan's lips curled up slightly, thinking, "In every sense, we are the same... I am also a mutant, an alien like you."

To be honest, he wasn't sure whether Kong Youling could understand what he wanted to convey through the pattern he drew. After all, it was a bit stream of consciousness, but that didn't matter.

Ji Minghuan tilted his head and stared at her for a long time.

She seemed to still be immersed in the scene of him being electrocuted just now. Her eyes were slightly dull and her pale eye sockets were slightly red.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The electric shock won't kill me. I've been shocked many times before. I'm used to it." Ji Minghuan paused and frowned. "Why are you crying?"

She was silent for a moment and wrote: "If I hadn't come to see you, this wouldn't have happened."

"Come on, are you an elementary school student? Can you be blamed for this?" Ji Minghuan was stunned. "Oh no... We are all elementary school students."

He sighed deeply and emphasized, "If you don't come to see me, I will go to see you. Do you understand?"

The girl nodded.

Ji Minghuan held his chin, slowly shifting his gaze away from the girl's face. He said nonchalantly, "Don't look at me like that. You know I don't like this heavy atmosphere. It might be a long time before we meet again. Why don't we talk about something else... well, something interesting."

After that, the two chatted casually for a while, and then a group of people in white coats came in and said that their meeting time was over.

Ji Minghuan sat quietly in the chair, raised his hand and tugged at the corner of his mouth, made a face at Kong Youling, and waved to her with his other hand as a farewell.

Seeing Ji Minghuan's grimace, Kong Youling curled her lips slightly. She looked at Ji Minghuan for a long time, then turned around and left with a group of people in white coats.

In the corridor, the mentor walked against them with his hands behind his back, walked in, and sat opposite Ji Minghuan in place of Kong Youling.

At this moment, the white-haired girl's back was swallowed up by the layers of isolation doors.

Ji Minghuan withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs, and lowered his head to play with his fingernails.

The instructor took a sip of the tea in the thermos and said, "If you perform well, we can meet again in the future."

"Oh."

"Well? After seeing this, do you believe that we really didn't hurt her?"

Ji Minghuan leaned back in his chair, not even looking at his face, and sarcastically said, "Then you really are... kind-hearted. You locked up an eleven-year-old girl here, and just because you didn't hurt her makes you proud. Your moral bottom line is really flexible."

The instructor smiled and said, "Actually, if you didn't mention it, I often forget you're only twelve."

"why?"

"You give me the feeling that you are always pretending. How can an ordinary twelve-year-old boy think so much?"

"Is it possible that I am actually very stupid and appear to be very smart? I am just an ordinary kid, but I am too stupid, which makes you think I am a little smart."

"That would be great if that were the case," the instructor said. "After listening to your conversation today, I've been thinking about the possibility that the reason you haven't awakened your powers is because the prophet's prediction went wrong."

Ji Minghuan's eyes lit up, he looked up at him and asked, "So you believe I'm an ordinary person?"

"No," the instructor shook his head, keeping the question a secret. "It's possible that you're not a superpowered person, but that doesn't mean you're just an ordinary person."

"Why?" Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, following his train of thought: "Aside from people with special abilities, are there other superhumans in this world?"

"Of course," the instructor said calmly, "I just suspect you actually belong to another superhuman species. Our experiments on you have been completely inappropriate."

"Then what are the origins of the other superhuman races you mentioned?"

"Forget it today. When you wake up tomorrow, I'll tell you about the other superhuman races."

"Okay." Ji Minghuan shrugged. Actually, back when he was creating his game character, he already knew that besides those with superpowers, there were two other superhuman races in the world.

But he only knew that one of the races was called "Strange Stories", and he didn't know what the other superhuman race was called.

It would be a good thing if he could get this information from his mentor, so that he could use it as a reference when making the choice between the two characters next time he creates a game character.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?" Ji Minghuan suddenly asked before the tutor stood up.

"Just ask."

"Since you know I will destroy the world..." Ji Minghuan paused, raised his eyes and looked directly at his mentor, "Then why don't you just kill me?"

"We have our reasons."

"Oh..." Ji Minghuan stared at him and said nonchalantly, "Let's take a step back. If I really have that ability, and it gets out of control and destroys this laboratory, will you regret it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?" the mentor asked, staring at him.

"You said."

"We won't kill you because of this. When a psychic is near death, they may unleash potential far beyond their own strength. No one knows what will happen if we attack you. Therefore, we can't kill you. We can only try to control you."

"Haha, that's great." Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes. "Knowing that I won't be secretly wiped out by you, I can sleep peacefully at night."

"Hehe... Let's end this conversation here and get some rest early." After saying this, the instructor left quickly, and then the cold-colored light tubes in the dome went out one by one.

In the dark prison cell, Ji Minghuan sat quietly for a while, then lay back on the bed.

In the darkness, his consciousness gradually sank and he fell asleep.

2020年07月10日，时间是下午15点30分。

In a three-story residential building in Guyimai Street, Lijing, China.

【Welcome back, your consciousness has been loaded into game character number one - "Gu Wenyu."】

[Due to increased popularity, the code name of this game character has been updated. 】

[Your current code name is——"Black Pupa"]

Hearing the cold prompt tone, the boy in a hoodie opened his eyes in the room.

After staring at the ceiling for a moment, his eyes gradually became clear.

Standing up, I saw a clean room. In the dead silence, the electronic screen flashed with alternating black and white snowflakes. The TV was crackling, making a subtle, fragmented noise.

I turned my head and looked out the window. It was the height of summer, the sky clear and blue. The sunlight that streamed into the room was slightly dazzling, so bright that it made me feel dazed for a moment. A warm breeze, wrapped in the scent of summer, rustled the branches, and the intrusive chirping of cicadas never stopped for a second.

After a moment, Ji Minghuan came back to his senses.

He raised his hands and lowered his eyes. Pitch-black restraints emerged from his body and then emerged from the cuffs of his clothes, like black snakes, circling around him tirelessly.

One of the restraints extended upwards in a unique way, with the end sticking to the ceiling, then lifted his body up and flipped in mid-air.

The remaining restraints began to spread outward, forming a circular pattern, ultimately forming a black circle that enveloped his body, which was suspended upside down in mid-air. Then, countless restraints suddenly contracted inward, clinging to Ji Minghuan's body, encircling him like a giant "chrysalis."

The other restraint was still stuck to the ceiling, holding the "pupa" securely hanging upside down below.

Lying motionless beneath the ceiling, the boy's body was enveloped in the darkness of the chrysalis. After a moment, the restraints covering his head like a mask slowly opened a crack.

Through this tiny gap, his eyes stared motionlessly from the "chrysalis" at the full-length mirror in the room, looking at his own reflection in the mirror.

The image in the mirror, and the photo of the psychic that the instructor had pressed on the table...

It's exactly the same.

"'Black Pupa'...it's only been less than half a day and they've already given me a codename. How interesting."

Ji Minghuan muttered softly to himself, looking away from the mirror expressionlessly.

"We'll take it one step at a time. Our primary goal is to find the exact location of the laboratory. After that, we'll try to bring my 'real body' and Kong Youling out without making any noise."

At this moment, the pitch-black restraints madly tightened around his cuffs like a snake returning to its nest.

Without support, Ji Minghuan's body inevitably fell from mid-air. With a dull thud, he landed on the soft bed in a big shape. He raised his arms and slowly covered his forehead and eyes.

Recalling Kong Youling's face, a violent glint suddenly flashed in the corner of his eyes.

"Finally...if that doesn't work, just kill them all."

(End of this chapter)