My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 78 Choice
Under the cool light, three children sat against the wall, remaining silent with each other.

Ji Minghuan glanced at Firion and had a lot of curious questions in his mind.

If his second unit leads White Wolf to rescue Firion in the future, will Firion stand on the side of his mentor or his father?
If I stand on the mentor's side, won't I have to kill this big dog?
How many children have been mentally controlled by their mentor and become his puppets?
Will I have to fight these kids and kill them one by one in the future?

Ji Minghuan leaned his head against the wall and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly.

After a moment, he said to Firion, "Look at it this way. You just think your father hates you. In fact, you haven't seen him, so you have no idea what he thinks... So don't be so pessimistic. He may have forgiven you a long time ago."

In order to avoid suspicion, he added: "The instructor will help you find him."

He thought to himself: No way... They want to lock you up for life. Even if they find your father, at most they will lock him up with you for research. With a parent-child control group, the experiment will be more efficient.

"I don't want my father to find me..." Firion lowered his voice, "I'm afraid to see him."

Ji Minghuan took a look at his expression, put his hands on his bent knees, and tactfully changed the subject:
"Okay, let's talk about me. I didn't even eat my own mother, but in the end, wasn't I abandoned by my parents? I was only four years old at the time, and they locked me in the closet and left... Actually, we were all pretty miserable, locked up in this hellish place, with no parents to look for us, and no one cared about our lives."

Kong Youling didn't interrupt the conversation, but just held the sketchbook and looked at the ground quietly. She thought of her mother again.

Ji Minghuan clearly didn't look at her when he spoke, but suddenly raised his hand and touched the top of her head.

"Even if we don't have parents, at least we have mentors who care about us." Firio suddenly said.

It seems that he has done a good job in your "ideological education". But then again, after all, a puppy that has been raised since childhood is bound to be family-friendly, Ji Minghuan thought.

"The tutor has a hard time taking care of so many children. If possible, you'd better be more obedient...especially you."

Firion whispered, glancing at Ji Minghuan. "The instructor said he's very worried about you. He often talked to me about you and said he likes you very much... but you're dangerous, just like me, so he can only protect you here."

This demon child seemed to talk more only when he mentioned his mentor, and his empty eyes became slightly brighter.

Ji Minghuan raised his head and sighed disapprovingly.

He said, "If he likes me so much, why wouldn't he even give me a TV? Liking someone should be based on what they do, not what they say. Do you understand?"

He looked at Firion, trying to find his balance: "He won't let you watch TV either, will he?"

Firion shook his head. "I don't watch TV. But I can play computer games. It's just that my tutor won't let me play those bloody games. I can play connect-the-dots games."

Ji Minghuan shrugged his shoulders and silently raised his middle finger to the monitor on the ceiling. Only then did he realize that the others were treated like young masters, eating, drinking and playing games well.

He scoffed inwardly, "Are they worried I might awaken my powers while watching TV? What's the point...? And yet, I awaken my powers while I'm sleeping, making it seem like you can stop me."

"My name is Firion." The demon child suddenly introduced himself.

"Kong Youling." The white-haired girl wrote on the notebook.

"Ji Minghuan." The boy sitting between the two of them drew circles on the ground with his hands and said reluctantly.

Firion was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "This is the first time I've spoken so much to a child my age. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm also bored here. Come by often when you have time."

Ji Minghuan spoke like a boss, and this was some kind of chat shop for good friends that he opened.

"Are you really not afraid that I will eat you?" Firion asked in a low voice.

"You still have a collar around your neck."

"makes sense."

"I think... if we weren't wearing suppression collars, you'd be more afraid of me," Ji Minghuan teased. "After all, they all say I'll destroy the world. And then I won't just eat people... I'll even eat the Earth."

Firion turned his head to look him in the eye and whispered, "Even though we've only known each other for a few minutes, I feel... you're a good person. The mentor also said you're a good child. He thinks you can't control your own strength, which is why you did those things in the future."

Why do I feel like I have good control over my superpowers? Or rather, it feels like it has good control over me...

Ji Minghuan thought disapprovingly, while scanning the perspectives of the two game consoles in his mind:

At this moment, Gu Wenyu and Xia Pingzhou were sleeping soundly in a hotel in Tokyo City, and their slightly rising and falling breathing sounds could be heard in the darkness.

"Can't she speak?" Firio looked at the name Kong Youling wrote in the notebook.

"She has been like this since she was a child." Ji Minghuan nodded.

"Oh, so she can hear us?"

"She can't hear it, but she is very good at lip reading." Firio was stunned and turned to look at Kong Youling across Ji Minghuan.

"Hello." Kong Youling wrote on the paper and then held up the notebook.

"How pitiful..." Firion murmured unconsciously.

"Don't try to be ridiculous. She doesn't like people feeling sorry for her," Ji Minghuan said calmly. "She's amazing. Despite her flaws, she doesn't complain. She's dedicated to everything she does, from eating to studying. Her grades are excellent, better than many in her class...it's just that she didn't have the opportunity to go to school."

He paused and said, "Because the adults in the orphanage wouldn't let her go to school, I didn't go either. Who cares?"

Kong Youling was stunned. This was the first time she had heard Ji Minghuan give a reason for not going to school. In the past, Ji Minghuan always said that he didn't go to school because the library was enough and that only fools went to school. She had foolishly been fooled.

She hung her head, her snow-white hair covering her eyes, and her eyes became red unconsciously.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Firio thought he had made Kong Youling cry. For a moment his eyes were full of panic, and he buried his head in his knees again.

Kong Youling shook her head, her light white hair swaying gently.

"Hey, we're friends now." Ji Minghuan took the opportunity to say to Firion, "Can I touch your tail?"

Firion nodded.

"What about the ears?" Kong Youling wrote, holding up the notebook against the lower half of her face, staring at him with malicious red eyes.

Firion was stunned for a moment, then nodded again.

So the two children rushed over, as if they were their own puppy. One of them touched his wolf ears, and the other scratched his wolf tail.

“It’s so itchy… so itchy…”

Firion's face was tense at first, but after a moment he couldn't help laughing. He hadn't laughed for a long time.

At this moment, the lights in the prison cell suddenly went out and the whole room became dark.

Then the exit door slowly opened, revealing a corridor. In the corridor stood two men in white coats, wearing disinfectant masks and holding iron rulers.

"Let's stop here for today, Xiaofei, Kong Youling, it's time for you to go back to sleep." The instructor's gentle voice came from the broadcasting equipment and echoed in the room.

In the darkness, Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling reluctantly let go of Firion's wolf tail.

"Goodbye." Kong Youling said silently with his lips.

"Goodbye... I'll see you again." Firion stood up from the ground and said softly, with a hint of a smile still on his lips.

"Bye, little werewolf."

Ji Minghuan spoke without raising his head. He was silent for a second in the darkness, then gently extended his hand towards Kong Youling who was sitting next to him, as if he wanted to hug her, or as if he was simply reluctant to let her go.

The faint light coming from the corridor illuminated the outstretched arm, but the hand quickly retreated into the darkness.

Finally, he just touched Kong Youling lightly with his shoulder and whispered:

"Hey...you should leave soon too. It won't be long before we meet again."

Kong Youling nodded.

She hesitated for a moment, eyes lowered, then hugged the sketchbook, closed her eyes, and gently rested her head on his shoulder. Two seconds, the warmth from his shoulder was only two seconds, but Ji Minghuan always felt that these two seconds were very long.

When she came to her senses, she stood up and walked quickly towards the exit.

Ji Minghuan sat quietly by the wall, watching the experimenters leave with their backs out of the corner of his eye. With a loud bang, the door closed again.

The bedroom was silent, and he was the only one left, staring at the metal door with his head tilted to the side, bored.

The tutor said that he would talk about his parents next time he came, but after Ji Minghuan met with Kong Youling and Filio, he never received the broadcast notification of the tutor's visit.

After a long time, there was still no sign of the door opening.

He was too lazy to wait any longer. Who knew what that old fox was planning?
"Forget it, go to bed early... I should hand the recorder to Dad tomorrow. Gu Zhuo didn't bring his battle uniform with him when he came to Japan, but if we notify him in advance, he will definitely be ready to fight before the auction. I hope he can protect Big Brother then."

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan lay down on the big white bed and slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)