My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 3 Rules
The final countdown disappeared.

Then a warm breeze came with the evening sunshine, burning away the darkness like weeds, and the lines of red and black text also dissipated like embers.

[Hint: The perspective of game character number one, "Gu Wenyu," has been successfully loaded. (After a period of buffering, the character's background memories will be loaded into your brain. There may be a huge influx of memories, so please be mentally prepared.)]

In the sunlight that hit his face, Ji Minghuan raised his eyelids with a slight tremor.

What caught my eye were the books piled on the table.

The overly loud ringing, the immature and frivolous laughter, and the rustling of table legs rubbing against the ground mixed together from all directions, as if forming a noisy giant hand, dragging him into this strange world without any explanation.

After a moment of hesitation, he raised his head and looked around - this seemed to be a classroom; students in blue and white school uniforms brushed past the desks, their footsteps never stopping.

Judging from the weather, school should be over by now.

The student on duty stayed behind to clean the room, and the remaining students packed their bags and filed out.

Glancing outside, I saw that most of the people passing by in the corridor were in pairs, their silhouettes gilded by the setting sun amidst laughter and joy.

At this time, Ji Minghuan was the only one still lying on the desk, looking out of place, with his chin resting on his arms, and two textbooks under his arms.

He lowered his eyes and saw that he was wearing the same blue and white school uniform as everyone else.

He had never been to school since he was little, let alone "going to school," so the current environment was a bit unfamiliar to him. His eyes paused for a moment as he scanned the bookshelf and blackboard at the back of the classroom before slowly retracting.

"real or fake……"

Keeping lying on the desk, he glanced out the window again.

It was sunset outside the window, and the setting sun was slowly falling towards the horizon, casting its afterglow on the city.

The last ray of sunlight before dusk falls is like a naughty child on a sled, sliding down from the blood-red mountain called "Sky Curtain" and driving into a steel jungle made of neon lights and cables. It shuttles lightly between high-rise buildings and streets and alleys, unconsciously dyeing the glass curtain walls along the way red.

Finally, the light shone through the classroom window onto Ji Minghuan, washing away the paleness brought about by a month of confinement.

Shrouded in a halo of orange light, the young man stared blankly at the setting sun on the edge of the city. Although his eyes were still not used to the feeling of being bathed in sunlight, he couldn't help but want to look directly at it - he hadn't seen the sun for a month.

When I came to my senses, the crowd in the room had mostly dwindled, and the clatter of table legs scraping against the floor gradually died down. Instead, a voice behind me called out, addressing someone by name:

"Gu Wenyu, will you come to my house later?"

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan turned half his body to look behind him.

The person calling him was a student in school uniform. He was handsome, slender, and had medium-length black hair tied into a ponytail on top of his head. His drawer must have been stuffed with love letters many times.

Ji Minghuan looked at him curiously, thinking about how to respond, and said, "I..."

Just as he squeezed out a word from his lips, a low and hoarse neutral voice sounded in his ears again.

【Character memory has been loaded.】

As soon as he finished speaking, broken and disordered memories flooded into his mind like a tide.

His head was buzzing, as if someone had opened a crack in his skull with tongs and poured boiling water into it.

Amidst the burning pain, scenes of memories that did not belong to him flashed by one after another, as if playing at high speed in front of his eyes like slides, and even he couldn't help but tremble his pupils slightly.

In two seconds, he read through all the memories, as if he had lived through another life in his mind.

These memories do not belong to Ji Minghuan, but come from the newly generated game character - "Gu Wenyu".

As far as Gu Wenyu could remember, this school was called "Lijing No. 5 Middle School." And in Gu Wenyu's interpersonal relationships, this seemingly carefree classmate was actually his best friend from school, named "Li Qingping," a true "rich second generation."

It was obvious that everyone was a poor high school student, but Li Qingping could get more than 10,000 or 20,000 yuan for living expenses every month. In addition, he was usually generous and open-minded, so he was quite popular in the class.

Many people think it is strange that the two can get along with each other.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still unhappy during summer vacation?" Seeing him in a daze, Li Qingping leaned over and bumped his shoulder, asking with a playful smile.

"I just woke up and I'm still a little dizzy."

As Ji Minghuan spoke, he pulled out his packed schoolbag from the drawer and put on the shoulder straps.

"I have something to do today. I'll come to your house when I have time. It's summer vacation anyway, so there's plenty of time." As he said that, he stood up from his chair and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

He took a few steps towards the stairs and stopped in an empty corner of the corridor. He leaned against the fence and looked out at the city shrouded in dusk. The city that came into view was undoubtedly the Lijing he was familiar with. When he was young, Ji Minghuan had looked out at this city countless times in the attic of the orphanage, imagining what the world outside was like.

But he never took a step out of there.

At that time, he would never have thought that his childhood wish would eventually come true through such an absurd form of "controlling another body".

"So... I really did return to Lijing with my own special abilities?"

Ji Minghuan thought as he turned his head and looked towards the welfare home from the top of the teaching building.

In the dusk, he could vaguely catch a glimpse of the tall library in the orphanage and the attic on top. His eyes lit up, as if he had seen an old friend after a long absence.

He lowered his eyes to look at the body. "Speaking of which, did I take over someone else's body, or did I use my own special abilities to create a brand new person in the world and give him a complete life trajectory? Why has no one ever doubted me?"

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan threw the schoolbag off his shoulder, turned over, spread his arms and placed them on the fence behind him, tapping the railing lightly with his fingers.

"Isn't this the equivalent of forcibly inserting a person who didn't exist into history... or even more exaggerated, brainwashing the entire world?"

"In another sense, does this count as directly creating a parallel world?"

"The butterfly effect is about a butterfly flapping its wings in different world lines, which can cause a storm. Not to mention directly inserting a non-existent character into history."

"In theory, no matter how small, humble, or insignificant this person is, or even if they die in bed the day after they are born, they could potentially significantly change the future direction of the world."

Ji Minghuan took a deep breath, lowered his head, and his eyes were blocked by his drooping hair.

"I thought so..." He muttered in relief, recalling the month he'd been locked up in the lab. He couldn't help but chuckle, a hint of mockery lingering on his lips. "No wonder the people in that lab thought so highly of me. This is just the effect of the superpower suppressant I was given. If my instructor knew, he'd be so surprised. I doubt my real body would ever leave that lab again."

His thoughts were scattered and chaotic when a few high school students passed by and gave him a strange look. After the last class of the day, summer vacation officially began. For most students, this was a time of joy several times greater than Chinese New Year, and no one would stay at school.

Glancing sideways, he saw that the corridor was already empty, so Ji Minghuan didn't stay long. He quickly went down the stairs and left the teaching building.

He stuffed his hands in his school uniform pockets and walked out of the school while thinking, "Since my ability is a game, are there any game missions I can complete? For example, if I can snap my fingers and reduce the world's population by half, or if I can start a world war just by failing the art exam?"

At this moment, he suddenly found a "gear" icon in the lower right corner of his vision.

No matter how he shifted his gaze, the icon remained fixed there, like a maggot clinging to his bones. Ji Minghuan rubbed his eyes deliberately as he walked, quickly realizing that the icon's existence had nothing to do with his retina.

As a last resort, he found an empty corner behind the teaching building and tried to poke it with his finger.

The moment the fingertip touched the "gear", the icon suddenly moved to the center of the field of vision, then enlarged more than ten times, turning into a square text panel with several options arranged from top to bottom - players who have played the game will understand that this is the so-called system settings panel.

Ji Minghuan didn't look closely, just took a quick glance, and saw the following: [Attribute Panel], [Task Panel], [Character Development System], [Skill Tree System]...

(End of this chapter)