My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 298 The Seventh Child, Zeus (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Are you saying that the Monkey King in your mind has seen me?"

Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, looked at Sun Changkong with a surprised expression, and asked in confusion.

Logically speaking, he had spent his entire life in an orphanage and had never been to any remote mountain villages, so how could Sun Changkong's sense of wonder have had the opportunity to know him?

Moreover, it should be noted that shortly after Sun Changkong obtained the fragment in the ruins, he showed signs of going out of control and going berserk. As a result, he was taken to the base by the Salvation Society for control and isolated from the world ever since.

So before Ji Minghuan came to the Salvation Society, their life trajectories were like two parallel lines that never intersected.

Under these circumstances, it's utterly absurd that the Sun Wukong in her mind could have ever met him.

"Yes," Sun Changkong nodded. "Why would I lie to you?"

Ji Minghuan lowered her head and pondered for a while, then quickly got out of bed and put on her slippers.

He silently sat down next to Sun Changkong, turned his head to look at her with a puzzled expression, then looked at the floor, his eyebrows almost furrowed together, showing a confused look.

"Why?" Ji Minghuan was completely baffled and finally spoke up, "This doesn't make sense."

"Why?" Sun Changkong tilted his head. "I don't know either. I was going to ask you."

"What's going on?" Ji Minghuan murmured. "Could it be that I accidentally stumbled into Sun Wukong's ruins when I was a child? Are there chain stores for the Great Sage Equaling Heaven's ruins? But I have no recollection of it at all. Could it be that I have amnesia?"

“I don’t know.” Sun Changkong frowned. “Sun Wukong said it doesn’t have many memories left. And what I have in my mind is only its remnants. It sleeps for a long time now and only wakes up for a short while.”

Is it asleep now?

"Fell asleep."

"What else did it say before it fell asleep?"

"It also said that maybe he saw you from the memories shared by other remnants of consciousness."

As Sun Changkong spoke, he turned to look into Ji Minghuan's eyes and hummed twice, "But I prefer that we met when we were young, that way we'd have more of a connection?"

"Really?" Ji Minghuan was skeptical. "Please, even if my memory is bad, how could I not remember a little girl with red hair? You're so conspicuous, and I've never been to the countryside, okay? I've been in Lijing since I was born."

Sun Changkong was taken aback, blinked, and then slowly lowered her head, her eyes obscured by the faint shadow of her baseball cap. She smacked her lips, her little tiger teeth trembling slightly.

“As expected…” she said haltingly, “Children born in rural cities are not worthy of playing with children from big cities. You just look down on me.”

"Hey, can you stop acting like a robot that's just found some keywords?" Ji Minghuan exclaimed in surprise. "I'm not trying to look down on you, but you have such sensitive skin."

"Then why did you say such a thing!" Sun Changkong looked up and glared at him, his eyes still red.

“Isn’t this just stating the facts? I’ve never been to the countryside, how could I have known you when I was a child?” Ji Minghuan sighed. “Besides, not long after you found the fragment of Sun Wukong, weren’t you sent to the Salvation Society?”

"makes sense."

Sun Changkong's voice was still somewhat low.

"Okay, okay, don't be upset." Ji Minghuan nudged her shoulder. "Didn't we make a pinky promise?"

"so what?"

“So, I’m still going to celebrate your birthday. If I looked down on you, why would I celebrate your birthday?” Ji Minghuan paused. “Besides, you’re too sentimental. Whether we lived in the countryside or a big city before, we were both brought to this godforsaken place. We’re all birds of a feather.”

“I just… wanted to get to know you sooner,” Sun Changkong muttered.

"why?"

"Because that way, others won't beat us to it!"

"You're so stupid. You only think I'm special because you've never met anyone else." Ji Minghuan snorted. "I'm just a restricted-level ability user, what's so special about me?"

He nudged her shoulder again. "When you leave the Salvation Society, you'll find plenty of muscular, handsome men out there. Aren't they all despicable cross-dressers, oh no, fake men, like Urushihara Ruri?"

"What about Kong Youling? What's so special about her?"

“She’s family, my only family,” Ji Minghuan said. “The book says that everyone has something irreplaceable that allows them to be themselves, otherwise they will slowly lose their way and become lost. So having her around is what keeps me from going astray, don’t you think?”

Ji Minghuan spoke calmly, glancing up at the monitor as if she were making eye contact with someone.

Sun Changkong took a deep breath, then suddenly opened his mouth and shouted, "So annoying!"

With a fierce wind, the Somersault Cloud suddenly drifted over, crashing into Ji Minghuan like a 300-pound strongman, occasionally extending a large white hand to throw him into the sky.

If this were a game, the "100-hit combo" notification would already fill the entire screen.

While Ji Minghuan was being sent flying up and down by the somersault cloud, Sun Changkong lowered his small face and shouted angrily:

"Why is it that when you comfort others, you pat them on the head, but when you comfort me, you bump my shoulder? It's not fair at all!"

"Because you're the boss!"

Ji Minghuan said loudly, he was quite enjoying being tossed around in the air by the Somersault Cloud, just like lying on a trampoline.

"Then I don't want to be the boss anymore!" she said after thinking for a moment.

"Then let's not do it."

"Also, my birthday is September 5th, Ji Minghuan, remember that."

"I wrote down September 5th. Could you please stop it for a while? I'm starting to feel dizzy."

"I won't stop, I won't stop! Didn't you want the Somersault Cloud to take you to the toilet to wash up?" Sun Changkong said in a whooshing voice.

The somersault cloud stopped its playful antics and quietly stopped beneath Ji Minghuan, then carried him to the toilet connected to the prison cell.

Ji Minghuan sat cross-legged on the cloud, looking helplessly at his listless reflection in the mirror. He rubbed his dark circles, thinking that he had to rescue his original body before his mental state reached its limit, otherwise he didn't know what would happen afterward.

However, all three mechs are currently close to reaching their potential limit, and unless the inhibitor is removed, there is no possibility of further improvement.

According to the announcement from the superpower system, a "perfect-grade" fourth unit is also on its way.

As expected, this machine will become Ji Minghuan's strongest combat force, even surpassing Agubalu after digesting the legendary whale.

This also means that the time for the final battle is getting closer and closer. Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan looked away from the mirror, reached out and picked up the toothbrush and mouthwash cup next to the sink.

He sat on the somersault cloud, quietly brushed his teeth, spat mouthwash into the sink, then picked up a towel to wash his face and hung it up on the shelf.

"drive."

Ji Minghuan patted the Somersault Cloud under his buttocks, and the Somersault Cloud carried him out of the toilet.

Just then, the metal door at the entrance swung open with a rumble, and a boy in a hospital gown walked in.

Ji Minghuan was about to greet him, but when he looked up, he was stunned. The boy in the hospital gown was a stranger to him; he was neither Filio nor Mario.

The boy had a short buzz cut, white eyes, and black hair; his eyes were bright and lively. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, and was a head taller than both Sun Changkong and him.

"Boss, who is this person?" Ji Minghuan asked curiously.

“I don’t know him either.” Sun Changkong shook his head.

"I don't have a name, but they all call me Zeus." The boy raised his head, grinned, and waved to them. "Hello."

Zeus?

Ji Minghuan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Sun Changkong. Both of them had confusion and bewilderment in their eyes.

"Is he Zeus?"

"So you're that mysterious guy?" Ji Minghuan turned to look at the boy. "Our mentor didn't even notify us. How did you suddenly show up? Didn't he used to forbid you from showing your face?"

"I don't know, it'll be over in a couple of steps." The boy put his hands behind his back and carefully walked in, asking, "Don't you guys usually wear straitjackets?"

"No need," Ji Minghuan said. "Do you need to wear a straitjacket? What kind of straitjacket, the kind with leather straps binding your whole body?"

“They locked me in bed and wouldn’t let me move. They gave me a lot of sedatives.” The boy blinked and sighed. “I was very good, but they still wouldn’t let me go. I begged them for a long, long time before they finally agreed to let me see you.”

"You're so pitiful," Ji Minghuan said. "But we're all in the same boat."

"Is that a somersault cloud?"

The boy raised his eyes and stared intently at the somersault cloud.

“You know a lot.” Sun Changkong snorted twice and emphasized, “That’s right, this is the Somersault Cloud, but this is my Somersault Cloud.”

"Can I sit on it too?" the boy asked, flashing a row of bright teeth. "It looks like so much fun."

“No, she’ll be angry.” Ji Minghuan pointed at Sun Changkong. “She only lets her friends ride on the Somersault Cloud.”

The boy lowered his head in disappointment and muttered, "Fine, then I don't want it."

He sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head, and stared blankly at Ji Minghuan.

"Why are you staring at me?" Ji Minghuan felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

"Because you're so amazing. After seeing you, all those voices in my head disappeared." The boy's eyes widened, and he tilted his head. "Why?"

"Why what?" Ji Minghuan asked, puzzled. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know!" The boy suddenly sprang to his feet, scrambling over to look up at Ji Minghuan atop the somersault cloud. "Could I leave some of your organs? Like, your fingers, your eyes? You can quiet my mind; I need you. It's so noisy, so incredibly noisy. The thunder, the chanting like mantras. I'm in so much pain, I feel like I'm going crazy every day." As he spoke, tears streamed down his face. "Please!"

Ji Minghuan and Sun Changkong were startled and stunned.

After regaining her senses, Ji Minghuan curiously observed the boy lying on the ground, wondering if ordinary holders of mythical artifacts would be affected by the fragments like this.

He made a simple guess: Sun Changkong was not driven insane because Sun Wukong was easier to get along with; Shang Xiaochi's mind was not disturbed because the World Tree had no divine consciousness, after all, it was just a tree, not a person.

But Zeus was different. He seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown due to the influence of the mythological fragments.

This is a force that ordinary people cannot bear, let alone a child.

"Give me a hair, anything, please, give it to me before they take me away!" the boy pleaded, banging his head against the ground until his forehead began to swell.

As he watched this scene, fear belatedly exploded in Sun Changkong's mind.

"You, you, you stay away from him!" Sun Changkong shouted.

She shouted as she urged the Somersault Cloud onward, sending Ji Minghuan flying backward. The boy chased after him relentlessly, crawling on all fours like a dog. He used all four limbs, crawling at an extraordinary speed, almost like a centipede.

"What kind of bio-zombie is this?" Sun Changkong exclaimed in surprise, revealing his little tiger teeth. "Wow, don't come any closer!"

Seeing the boy climbing closer and closer, she quickly shrank back, stepped onto the bed, and then jumped onto the Somersault Cloud. With a "whoosh" sound, the Somersault Cloud rose rapidly, reaching the ceiling, shoulder to shoulder with the penguin broadcast.

Sun Changkong was so frightened that he hugged Ji Minghuan tightly, staring at the boy in great shock, his little tiger teeth trembling.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked. "Is it too late for me to pull out my magic cudgel and hit him now?!"

Ji Minghuan remained silent and shook his head.

"Is the seventh child of the Salvation Society really a madman?" he wondered.

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