My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 49 Self
In such a place, even a pin drop would sound like breaking glass, let alone footsteps.

In the dead silent prison cell, Ji Minghuan woke up from his sleep, lying motionless on the bed, snoring faintly.

He glanced at the slender figure in the darkness out of the corner of his eye.

The instructor's footsteps were getting closer, and the hem of his gown rustled across the ground.

This was not the first time the tutor had come to visit unexpectedly; he had done so many times before.

Like Kong Youling, the mentor is a psychic.

Perhaps it was because the spiritual world of a person was least protected when they were asleep, so he always wanted to quietly enter Ji Minghuan's spiritual world while he was asleep and seek some answers from it.

This time is no exception.

The instructor stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, standing quietly in the darkness. Behind the reflective lenses were a pair of slender eyes, which were looking at Ji Minghuan's sleeping face.

He stretched out his hand, gently placed it on the side of Ji Minghuan's head, and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw an old attic. The bookshelves beside him were rickety, with yellowed books piled up everywhere, and the floor creaked as if it would collapse at any moment.

It was a moonlit night, and outside the window one could see a full moon hanging high in the sky.

He knew in his heart that everyone's spiritual world was divided into three layers, and their unconscious "self" was hidden in the third layer. As long as he found their "self", the mentor could ask all the secrets of this person.

And this empty attic is the outermost layer of Ji Minghuan's spiritual world.

The tutor had been here several times and knew that the attic exit was locked, so he moved around in the attic, stepped on the old bookshelves and dusty piles of old books, jumped onto the skylight in the attic, and climbed up by holding on to the eaves with his hands.

But when he looked up, what he saw was not the sky, nor the heights of the welfare home, but a quiet dormitory building.

Every dormitory door was closed, with masks hanging on them. Some of the masks had "indifferent", some "passionate", and some "naughty" written on them.

He walked in the empty corridor, looking inside through the hole in the door with the "Mask of Indifference" hanging on it. A child with dull eyes was playing a jigsaw puzzle in the dormitory. He was alone, with eyes as empty as a deep ravine.

The instructor checked the door handles one by one, and the clicking sound spread in the silent corridor.

Every door is tightly closed, and behind every door lives a similar child, the only difference being the different expressions on their faces: lonely, unrestrained, playful, irritable...

Not long after, the tutor finally found an unlocked door in the corridor.

He turned the doorknob, pushed the door open, and the world before him changed again.

This time, what appeared before the mentor's eyes was a warm little house. The house was empty. A photo frame of a young couple was placed next to the TV. Warm wood was burning in the fireplace. Everything was shrouded in bright firelight.

The firewood was burned by the flames, making a "crackling" sound.

The instructor followed the route he remembered and went to the second floor of the house, where he found a room almost completely filled with toys and snacks. The floor was littered with torn pages, each with the word "liar" written on it in red crayon.

There was a heavy storm outside the window, and thunder rumbled suddenly.

He put his hands behind his back, stepped over the half-open snack bags, moved the train tracks built with building blocks with his feet, then walked to the corner of the room, stopped in front of a wardrobe, raised his hand, and tapped lightly on the surface of the wardrobe.

There was silence inside for a while, and then a voice said, "Come in."

The instructor smiled and gently opened the cabinet.

He looked down and saw a boy in white pajamas hiding inside, curled up in a ball, his arms tightly wrapped around his knees and shoulders.

"Hey, kid...what are you doing hiding here?" the instructor leaned over and asked, getting close to the boy's face.

The boy whispered, "Mom and Dad told me...to hide in the closet and not come out until they come back."

He looked up, and the instructor saw a childish face, about four or five years old. The boy had wrapped himself in tissue paper from the cabinet, forming a white cocoon.

If nothing unexpected happens, this is Ji Minghuan's "true self" in his spiritual world.

The "I" will not hide anything from you. In past experiments, the instructor has asked the "I" of countless prisoners to get the information he wanted.

But for some reason, he always came back empty-handed when facing Ji Minghuan.

"I want to show you a photo." The tutor suddenly said.

"Ah."

"Do you know the person in the photo?" The instructor took out a photo from his sleeve. The photo showed a figure surrounded by black restraints like a giant cocoon.

It hung upside down beneath the billboard, the police car's lights illuminating its chrysalis.

The boy in the closet shook his head. "I don't know him."

The instructor was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I can take you out. Do you want to come out of the closet?" "I don't want to."

The tutor tried to pull his hand, but a "chain" made of thousands of white tissues pulled the boy back forcefully, locking him firmly inside the closet.

"Well..." The instructor thought for a moment and then said, "Have you ever thought that your parents will never come back?"

"They'll be back!" the boy shouted, burying his head in his knees.

"What if you don't come back?"

"They...they promised me."

"They're lying to you."

The boy raised his head silently, staring at him angrily, like a ferocious wolf cub.

Quickly, he closed the wardrobe again.

"Are you interested in superpowers?" the instructor thought for a moment and asked outside the closet.

"I don't know what superpowers are... I just want my mom and dad to come back." A voice came from the closet, with a crying tone.

"Have you ever experienced anything strange? Like suddenly finding yourself with superpowers?" The instructor paused. "If you had superpowers, you could bring your parents back and no longer have to wait for them."

"Really?" the boy asked quietly, gently pushing open the wardrobe. "If I gain super powers, I can bring them back?"

The instructor was stunned for a moment: "Yes, then you..."

With tears in his eyes, the boy stared at him and asked softly, "But I... I'm just an ordinary person. If you have super powers, can you help me bring them back?"

His expression was like a puppy drenched in rain. The mentor was silent for a long time, then raised his hand to rub his hair, stood up, and slowly walked out of the house.

Stopping outside the door, he turned his head to glance at the boy hiding in the closet, and the door of the closet closed quietly.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier, as if it wants to drown the whole world.

The time to enter another person's spiritual world is limited. If you stay there for a long time, his spirit is likely to be polluted, assimilated, and eventually lose himself.

If we don’t leave now, it will be too late... Amid the sound of rain, the mentor’s figure gradually disappeared.

This time, he returned empty-handed again.

After the mentor left, the boy in the closet suddenly pushed the door open and walked out.

From under his feet, white paper spread out like a tide, like a group of poisonous snakes with real life, swallowing up the entire world in an instant.

It's like scratching off the outer covering of a lottery ticket with your fingernails, and a real world appears before your eyes.

Ji Minghuan stood quietly, his body still looking like a four-year-old.

This is a library, and also the deepest part of his spiritual world. Every book stored here is closely related to his life.

After awakening his special powers, every time he loaded the memory of a game character, he would find that the library seemed to have been "stocked" from outside.

Suddenly, a batch of books and photo albums appeared on the empty bookshelf.

Just by opening the book, you can read every thought and idea of ​​that character so far; just by reading the photo album, you can see every big and small thing that the character has experienced so far.

At this moment, he looked up and saw two figures hanging from the ceiling of the library.

The first figure wore a black tuxedo and a red and black mask;
The second figure was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt and had a handsome face.

There was a rope tied around their necks, their heads drooped down, and their bodies were suspended motionless in mid-air.

He must have been dead for some time.

After taking a look at the "black pupa" hanging from the ceiling and then at the "chess player" hanging from the ceiling, Ji Minghuan felt much more at ease.

He was very curious about what his mentor would think if he entered his true spiritual world and saw this scene.

"I'm really worried about when these two will come back to life..."

Ji Minghuan muttered softly to himself as he walked to the last row of the library and sat down. A white-haired girl sat beside him, watching the sunset outside the window with him.

The reason why he was able to conceal his spiritual world and prevent his mentor from finding his true "self" has to start from the day when Kong Youling awakened his supernatural powers.

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