My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 212 - 140: Somersault Cloud

Today’s confinement room is different from usual, shedding its monotonous impression of emptiness. Instead, it presents a peculiar scene:

——Under the cold light, a cloud is drifting leisurely in mid-air, carrying two children in hospital gowns above.

Ji Minghuan is sitting cross-legged on the Somersault Cloud at this moment. From this new angle, even the ordinary surveillance room seems to take on a different face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, only to see the Somersault Cloud’s color oscillating between pure white and rainbow hues, its cloud body rolling like waves, echoing the noisy sound akin to a steam engine.

"Wow... amazing," Ji Minghuan remarked in awe.

While speaking, he leaned slightly forward, attempting to extend his hand over the Somersault Cloud to touch the penguin-shaped broadcast equipment, feeling the cold metal sensation in his palm.

While the Somersault Cloud hadn’t yet soared too high, he gave the penguin a solid slap.

With a "pop," the sound resonated throughout the confinement room.

At this moment, the experimenter behind the surveillance was watching this scene with a black line across his face, thinking: What’s the purpose of us modifying this broadcasting equipment for you...?

"Isn’t it amazing?"

Sun Changkong placed her baseball cap between her thighs, revealing her small canine teeth with a smirk, bumping Ji Minghuan with her shoulder.

"Amazing, amazing..."

Ji Minghuan carelessly praised while leaning his body back, lying on the soft clouds, feeling as though he were collapsing onto a damp, tide-washed beach.

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

Observing Sun Changkong closely, she had a few freckles on her face, her features slightly boyish in demeanor, yet overall appearing quite delicate.

She shook her head: "At present, I can only use this ability; others are sealed on the upper layers."

"How can you unlock the seal?"

Sun Changkong said: "The mentor says she will help me unlock the seal when needed. I don’t know how to do it myself."

"You really trust the mentor."

"You’ve never made a mistake, so you don’t trust the mentor..." Sun Changkong wiped her pointed nose, "I hate myself, hate losing control, hate seeing innocent people die because of my mistakes, so I find the mentor’s help very useful."

"You’re right... It’s because I’ve never made a mistake or killed anyone, yet I’ve been inexplicably labeled as capable of destroying the world and confined here for research. How could I possibly trust or like anyone here?"

"Then... wouldn’t it be too late once you’ve made a mistake?" Sun Changkong pondered, "If you really could destroy the world."

Ji Minghuan fell silent, placing his palms backward on the cloud surface, raising his head to stare at the ceiling in a daze.

After a long while, he sighed: "Alright, your logic is indeed unbeatable, everything I do is wrong anyway, I guess I must embrace the villain script to be satisfied, right?"

After a pause, he began to complain:

"Think about it... The mentors constantly talk about world destruction, but if the world were so easily destroyed, wouldn’t it be great? In thousands of years of human history, not a single superpower user has been able to destroy the world, let alone me, a plain ordinary person."

"Actually, I have no idea..." Sun Changkong shook her head, "You really don’t seem like someone who would destroy the world. When the mentor first mentioned your case, I thought you were a pure villain and was worried about meeting you."

"No way, no way," Ji Minghuan said weakly, "You’re the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and I’m just a commoner. I’m already thankful if you don’t pull out a Golden Cudgel from your ear to beat me severely; I ought to kneel on the Somersault Cloud in gratitude."

In soft whispers, the Somersault Cloud carries the two drifting, with the cold overhead light close at hand.

Sun Changkong suddenly raises her head and tells him, "I am not ’Great Sage Equal to Heaven,’ I am ’Sun Changkong.’"

Ji Minghuan didn’t mind: "I know your name, you must have heard of my name too?"

"I think if you don’t introduce yourself, it doesn’t count. What’s the point of names heard from others?"

"Then my name is Ji Minghuan, hello Sun Changkong."

Sun Changkong remains silent for a while: "Does this mean you are my first friend here?"

"Sort of, but you are not my first friend here; I have two other friends also confined here."

"They must be quite formidable?"

"Indeed."

"It’s nice to have made friends with you. Back in the village, everyone said I was an annoying wild child, nobody wanted to be friends with me, and kids threw stones at me." Sun Changkong muttered to herself, her lips moving slightly, "Later, a kind-hearted family adopted me, a wild child, people finally treated me well, didn’t throw stones at me, considered me as family. But they ended up dead because of me..."

She paused, self-deprecatingly curling her lips: "Isn’t it funny?"

"Why do you say you caused their deaths?" Ji Minghuan wondered, "Isn’t it normal to lose control with a Mythical-level fragment? Anyone carrying such a thing would lose control."

Sun Changkong shook her head: "You don’t need to speak for me. If I hadn’t gone to play in the mountains that day and found those ruins, it wouldn’t have happened."

"But even if it wasn’t you, someone else would have found those ruins sooner or later, and someone else would have been bound to the Anecdote Fragment of Sun Wukong."

"No. The mentor said only a few people in the entire world could be accepted by the Mythical Fragment. If someone else found that ruin, they might not have been accepted by the fragment, and then... that incident wouldn’t have happened."

"It’s okay. No matter which of you found the ruins or whether one of you was accepted by the fragment, it doesn’t really make any difference."

Sun Changkong was puzzled: "Why?"

Ji Minghuan patted his chest and said seriously, "Because I will eventually destroy the world. Don’t worry, everyone will die; it’s just a matter of time, so thinking like this, don’t you feel guilty anymore?"

Sun Changkong was taken aback, then slowly turned his head, glancing at his overly serious expression.

"You’re really interesting," she laughed, very happily.

The two locked eyes on the Somersault Cloud, just as the mentor’s gentle voice came through the broadcasting equipment: "Ji Minghuan, watch your words. We’ll let it slide this time, but no next time. You shouldn’t say such dangerous things in the future."

"It was just a joke, is it really necessary to be that serious?" Ji Minghuan sighed.

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

"Of course, in the Welfare Institute, I have the most friends. The kids call me the ’Boy King of the Welfare Institute.’"

"Wild kids don’t understand." Sun Changkong pouted.

"Actually, I can’t speak English; I was just making it up." Ji Minghuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, changing the topic: "Speaking of which, I’ve always wanted to ask: why is your hair red?"

"It’s not dyed! I’m a natural hair enthusiast."

"I know, it doesn’t look dyed."

"Hmm... the second year after I got the Anecdote Fragment of Sun Wukong, my hair naturally turned red. At first, it was light, then it got deeper and deeper, finally becoming like this."

As she spoke, Sun Changkong casually touched her dark red locks.

"It’s actually quite beautiful, it makes me want to dye my hair too."

"What color do you want to dye it?"

"White."

"Why white?"

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

Sun Changkong was startled, then hugged her knees and remained silent for a while, 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."

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

"I don’t care, I just want to be the big sister."

"Alright, big sister. You’re impressive with your Golden Cudgel."

At that, the mentor’s voice came through the broadcasting equipment again: "Alright, let’s end the conversation here for today. Ji Minghuan, Sun Changkong, you should go back to sleep... get ready and then get off the Somersault Cloud, be careful not to fall."

Upon hearing this, Sun Changkong reluctantly guided the cloud to descend, stopping on the silver-white floor of the detention room. Then she carefully pulled Ji Minghuan off the Somersault Cloud by his sleeve, as if afraid he would fall.

"See, the mentor just loves to interrupt people when they’re happily chatting," Ji Minghuan pointed at the penguin above his head.

"That penguin is kind of cute," Sun Changkong said, her focus differing from his.

"Forget it, you should go rest too," Ji Minghuan said, "I’m going to watch TV."

"Bye-bye..."

As she said goodbye, Sun Changkong put on a baseball cap, folding her hands behind her back.

"Bye."

Ji Minghuan sat back down by the TV, waving at her.

Sun Changkong also pulled out a hand from behind to wave, then walked towards the exit.

She turned her head slightly, glancing from beneath the brim of her cap, reluctant to leave without taking one last look.

Realizing that Ji Minghuan wasn’t looking at her anymore, she walked away without looking back.

With a "bang," the metal door closed, and the iron box once again plunged into impenetrable darkness.

Ji Minghuan watched TV for a while in the darkness, then turned it off with the remote, quietly lying back on the bed.

"Tomorrow, my second machine body will arrive in Venice. I hope to find a good demon, at least more useful than the Shadow Demon."

He thought for a moment, suddenly widening his eyes: "Ah, speaking of which, Xia Pingzhou’s heart is still with Jack the Ripper, that damned woman. She didn’t even remind me to get it back from her, treating my heart like some collector’s item. I guess I need to take some time during the vacation to meet that bastard..."

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

Feeling bored, he flipped through books while swinging the rope to shake the corpse of the Black Cocoon, then the Chess Player’s corpse, and finally the Shark Shark’s corpse.

Eventually, his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, and he let go of the rope suspending the corpses, yawned, leaned against the library bookshelf, and tilted his head as he closed his eyes.

The setting sun turned red, and the sunlight fell obliquely on the side of the young boy’s face. Beside him, the phantom of a white-haired girl leaned on his shoulder, and soon after, the two of them fell into a deep sleep.