My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 22 Father
In the archives, the classification sequence of the black pupa given by the United Nations is also clear at a glance:
——Queen level (tentative).

"It's only two levels higher than the quasi-level and harmless level. In other words, it's a lesser-than-a-small-fry. In the final analysis, it's still a small-fry. My body is of the restricted level... As a result, my game character is only a Kui-level one?" Ji Minghuan shrugged.

But he didn't have any complaints.

After all, according to the system settings, the upper limit of each game character is visibly high. The character has just been created not long ago, and the strength of the black pupa has not been improved for a while.

After completing the main quest of this game character, and then using up all the attribute points that the training system can provide, and finally developing all the character skill trees... By then, it would not be surprising even if Black Pupa's grade sequence soared directly from "Kui level" to "Natural Disaster Level". Coupled with the very well-developed skill mechanism, perhaps this character alone would be able to defeat several members of the Rainbow Wing who are also "Natural Disaster Level".

The most crucial point is that Ji Minghuan can have more than one such game character:

——As long as he obtains enough "split points", he can continue to create characters.

Moreover, the initial data of the character he created was low, not only because his superpowers had just awakened less than two days ago, but also because he was injected with superpower inhibitors by the people in the laboratory, and could not exert 100% of his abilities.

Otherwise, Ji Minghuan couldn't even imagine how scary the game character he created would be if he hadn't been injected with the inhibitor... Maybe every attribute would be at the question mark level, exceeding the upper limit.

After checking everything he needed to, Ji Minghuan closed the official website of the Superpower Association and wandered around the living room. Su Zimai sat on the sofa, watching TV quietly, while Gu Qiye worked alone in the kitchen. The blades of the electric fan turned slowly, casting dappled light and shadows on the floor.

At this moment, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

"By the way, big brother, you and dad won't quarrel again tonight, right?" Su Zimai paused and said in a low voice, "Even though we haven't seen each other for two years."

"Who knows..."

Gu Qiye put the ingredients in the shopping bag into the refrigerator and spoke casually with no expression on his face.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked Ji Minghuan, "By the way, Xiaoyu, were you staying at home last night?"

What's going on? Is he doubting me?
Ji Minghuan thought about it, but replied without hesitation: "What else? I ate takeout and went to bed last night."

"Did you hear any strange noises in the middle of the night?" Gu Qinye continued to ask.

"No, was there a thief in the house last night?" Ji Minghuan said without thinking.

"That's not the case." Gu Qiye shook his head and smiled, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Ji Minghuan drooped his eyelids, wondering what went wrong that caused Gu Qiye to doubt him. Suddenly, Su Zimai beside him said, "Come to think of it, I feel like you're acting strangely today."

"Why?" Ji Minghuan turned to look at her, thinking, sister, can you please stop making things worse?
Gu Qinye was washing vegetables in the kitchen while listening attentively.

Su Zimai said expressionlessly, "I don't know. Maybe you've become more talkative. I don't usually see you talking much. You've always been staying in your room, and I don't know what you're doing."

"Oh, then I'll leave?"

"That's not what I meant." Su Zimai shook his head.

"It's a good thing to talk more often." Gu Qiye said in the kitchen while cutting meat on the chopping board, "Don't follow Dad's temper and ignore the family. Think more about how Mom treated us in the past. The family atmosphere was so good back then."

Ji Minghuan shrugged and stopped talking to the two. He didn't understand how real family members should get along with each other. Although he did consider Kong Youling as his family during the years he stayed in the welfare home, the way they got along was more like a pair of close friends than a family.

When he was in the welfare home, he always thought it would be nice to have a family, after all, his parents abandoned him early in life.

However, now that he had a pair of fake relatives around him, he felt a little surprised: it seemed that those who had families were more likely to feel disgust and estrangement when they saw their own families, and even wanted to keep a distance from each other.

At least that's how Gu Wenyu is, or rather how his character is set up – he hates being with his family. It could also be that he's influenced by his father and mother, who died in an accident and his father abandoned them.

"People are strange creatures. You can't get too close to them, or you'll get tired of each other."

Ji Minghuan sighed nonchalantly in his heart, and suddenly felt a little fortunate that he came from an orphanage.

The three of them were doing their own things, and time passed quietly amid the sound of cicadas. Before they knew it, the clock on the wall had turned to six o'clock in the evening, and the streets and alleys outside the window were shrouded in dusk.

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang in the house.

"Go open the door and see who it is." Gu Qinye's voice came from the kitchen without any emotion.

Hearing this, Su Zimai and Ji Minghuan on the sofa looked at each other silently, clenched their fists, and threw them forward while chanting "Rock, Paper, Scissors".

A second later, Ji Minghuan's cloth ate up Su Zimai's stone. He had played a lot in the welfare home, and he could tell what his sister would do from the movement of her hand muscles at the moment she made a move.

Su Zimai was silent for half a second, raised her middle finger with her fist clenched like stone, and then, amid Ji Minghuan's mocking voice, "Can't you afford to lose?", she stood up from the sofa with an expressionless face, put on her slippers, and walked towards the door.

When she opened the door, she saw a tall and strong figure.

The man was about 5 feet 4 inches tall, wearing a white shirt and trousers, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His unshaven face was expressionless, his eyes dull, and there was a red scratch under the corner of his eye.

He lowered his head, his back against the inky twilight. When he raised his eyes and saw Su Zimai's face, he was stunned for a moment, and then his empty eyes brightened slightly.

Gu Zhuoan slowly withdrew his gaze from his daughter's face, his lips moved slightly, and he made a hoarse sound:

"I……"

Su Zimai glanced at him twice, her gaze sweeping across his slightly dejected face and untrimmed stubble. A glimmer of indifference flashed across her eyes, a glimmer that couldn't be told whether it was distress or mockery. She opened her mouth to address the man, but no words came out. In the end, she simply took a deep breath, turned back, and walked into the living room.

She said to Gu Qiye who was busy cooking in the kitchen: "Brother... Dad is back."

Gu Qiye did not respond, but just buried his head in cooking, leaving behind a silent back.

At this time, Ji Minghuan, who was sitting on the sofa, was ready to repeat the same trick.

If Gu Zhuoan was some prominent figure, then as long as he could use the "restraint belt detection" to detect Gu Zhuoan's ability, he could immediately guess the hidden identity of this father who had been missing for two years.

And after he got to know the potential identity of his father Gu Zhuo, Ji Minghuan finally had the confidence to put on the mask and trade fairly with Gu Qiye as "Black Pupa".

(End of this chapter)