Chapter 140 Conspiracy, Sun Changkong, the Monkey King (asking for monthly tickets)
The prison cell was filled with cold lights. Even a face that looked healthy would appear pale and thin. A body that was in great shape would look like a emaciated puppet under the cold, pale light.
After the tutor left, Ji Minghuan stood up, walked to the table, and brought the plate back to the TV.
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, watching the cartoon "Neon Genesis Evangelion" while eating the toast and baguette on the plate.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but just as he emptied the food on his plate and patted the crumbs on his palms, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound in his ears.
The entrance door was opened again.
Ji Minghuan crossed his legs, clasped his ankles with his hands, and looked sideways curiously. What caught his eye was a person who gave him the first impression of being neither a boy nor a girl.
If you want to find an appropriate word to describe it, it should be "tomboy", right?
This "tomboy" was wearing the same white hospital gown as him, but the difference was that she had a cap on her head and had short red hair. The hair color didn't look like it was dyed, it was very natural.
Ji Minghuan was stunned: "Female?"
When he first heard the name "Sun Changkong" from his mentor, his first reaction was a rough man with monkey hair all over his face.
However, considering her actual age, she was most likely just a little kid with ADHD, or a half-human, half-animal creature like Firion, but he never expected that Sun Changkong would actually be a girl.
Sun Changkong lowered her face, her red hair pressed against her forehead. She stood motionless at the door for half a second, then walked over, frowned and said:
"I heard you're pretty good."
"What's so great about it?" Ji Minghuan asked back.
"Destroy the world."
"If I could really destroy the world, why would I sit here and chat with you?" Ji Minghuan said disdainfully, "I heard you're pretty powerful, too."
"What's so great about it?" Sun Changkong pricked up his ears.
"I won't tell you."
Sun Changkong was stunned for a moment, and his tone turned cold: "Will you tell me or not?"
"No."
Black lines suddenly appeared on Sun Changkong's forehead.
She was about to start scolding him when Ji Minghuan suddenly casually said, "You are a noble natural disaster-level ability user, and you have the fragment of the mythical legend 'The Monkey King Sun Wukong' hidden in your body. There is no one else like you in the world."
He said without turning his head, then turned his head to look at Sun Changkong: "Really?"
"yes."
Sun Changkong nodded, curling his lips to reveal his little fangs.
"Then can you show me your skills?" Ji Minghuan paused, "Or have they restricted your abilities?"
"I can show you my skills if you become my little brother." Sun Changkong hugged his shoulders.
Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, could it be that her abilities were really not restricted by the Savior Society? That's impossible. Unless the Savior Society was crazy, how could they allow a holder of a mythical curiosity to move freely in the base?
Thinking of this, he glanced at the metal collar on Sun Changkong's neck and said, "Big Sister."
"I won't show you even a single bit of my skill." Sun Changkong retaliated.
"I don't think you can show it." Ji Minghuan disagreed.
"Who said I can't show it?"
"Everyone knows that all the kids here are given inhibitors. Don't act so arrogant."
"Oh." Sun Changkong snorted coldly, "The one you are talking about. I didn't hit him."
"How is that possible?" Ji Minghuan said firmly, "My mentor told me that the holder of a mythical anecdote can destroy a country. If what he said is true, your ability must have been restricted by them."
"What I said is true." Sun Changkong frowned, "I was not given an inhibitor, but I took the initiative to cooperate with them and limited my own strength."
"Why? Why are you limiting your own power?"
"Because I released Sun Wukong when I was a kid, he didn't listen to my orders and did a lot of bad things."
"bad thing?"
"Well, I was too weak at the time to control the power of Qiwen, and then it went out of control after I summoned it."
"How exactly did it lose control?"
Sun Changkong was silent for a while, then sat down next to Ji Minghuan and looked at the TV. The Unit 2 piloted by Asuka was pierced by the blood-red Spear of Longinus, and then a mass-produced unit that had grown wings brutally devoured it.
"You kept me in suspense, and now you're not going to say anything?" Ji Minghuan looked at the TV, then turned to look at Sun Changkong, "You're such a bad guy."
Sun Changkong turned his head and met his gaze: "Do you really want to hear it?"
Ji Minghuan nodded.
Sun Changkong opened her mouth slightly and whispered: "It killed an entire village, including my parents, and then my mentor found me." At the end, although she pretended to be indifferent, her voice could not help but tremble.
She paused, turned her head and stared at Ji Minghuan: "How is it? After listening to this, are you a little scared of me?"
Ji Minghuan didn't care. He shrugged and thought, why are you all so extreme? One of you ate your own mother, and the other killed his own family.
At this moment, he suddenly opened his eyes slightly, his thoughts scattered, and a horrifying guess formed in his mind: "Could it be that... these seemingly out-of-control behaviors are actually deliberately guided by the Salvation Society?"
He thought that with the capabilities currently demonstrated by the Salvation Society, it would be entirely possible to guide Firion to eat his own mother, or guide Sun Changkong's fragments of strange anecdotes to go out of control and massacre an entire village.
If this is true, then their motives and goals actually make sense:
——The Salvation Society can use these experiences to trap them psychologically.
Our ancestors artificially created an extreme environment to make these children feel self-loathing and thus fall into self-destructive emotions, and then provided them with a helping hand when they were most vulnerable, so that these children would voluntarily be locked up here and accept their control and guidance.
Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan couldn't help but feel horrified.
He looked down at his trouser legs, stunned for a moment, and suddenly recalled that in the prison cell before, Firion hugged his knees, buried his head, and said in a low voice that he had eaten his mother.
But if Firion knew that it was actually the people from the Savior Society who led him to eat his mother...what would he think?
"Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Sun Changkong asked, hugging his knees.
"Why should I be afraid of you?" After a moment's silence, Ji Minghuan said, "You just killed a village of people, and I want to destroy the world. Compared to me, you are just a little Karami."
"But you haven't done it yet!"
"That's right!" Ji Minghuan frowned and said indignantly, "I clearly haven't done anything yet, but the instructors are all so crazy that they make it seem like I would really do that. Isn't that worse than if I had actually done it?!"
Sun Changkong thought for a moment and said, "It seems so."
Ji Minghuan spread his hands and said, "Right, right? Speaking of the time when Sun Wukong lost control, it was the people from the Salvation Society who helped you subdue him?"
"Almost..." Sun Changkong did not comment. "Anyway, I ended up here. My mentor taught me how to control the power of 'Strange Stories'. He also told me that a Strange Stories Master can merge with a Mythical Strange Stories. There is no need to release Mythical Strange Stories like lower-level Strange Stories. It is impossible to command them to act."
She paused. "My mentor also taught me how to use the power of the strange fragments in several layers. As long as the powerful abilities are sealed on them, it will not be easy to get out of control. So I can only use the power of the first layer here, but it is also very stable."
Ji Minghuan said sarcastically, "Oh... the instructor is so amazing. He can even teach you to use the power of mythical anecdotes in layers. Why is it useless to me?"
At this moment, the instructor's cough suddenly came from the penguin-shaped broadcasting device.
Hearing this meaningful cough, Ji Minghuan placed his hands on his crossed legs and rolled his eyes at the monitor above his head, his eyes full of contempt.
"Don't say bad things about our mentor." Sun Changkong glared at him.
"What?" Ji Minghuan didn't care. "You are also like Firion, treating your mentor as your reborn parent?"
"Who is Firion?"
"Oh, I forgot you haven't met him yet." Ji Minghuan curled the corners of his mouth, "Firio is a little werewolf, he looks very cute, with a pair of wolf ears and a wolf tail. He is the child of a human and a demon, you should have a chance to meet him in the future."
Sun Changkong was silent for a moment: "The instructor didn't let me meet other children. You are the first person I met here."
"It's okay. You will have a second friend and a third friend soon." Ji Minghuan said, and suddenly leaned close to Sun Changkong and asked in a low voice: "Then I will be your first younger brother, will there be any benefits?"
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his smart eyes flashed with cunning waves.
Sun Changkong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and raised the corner of his lips towards him, revealing his little tiger teeth: "Yes, I'll protect you!"
"That's good. The instructor said that we will be going out on a mission later. Have you heard about it?"
"I heard that those talented kids will be sent to perform secret missions, just like the X-Men."
"Yes, you should protect me then. I'm just an ordinary Muggle."
"Of course, I keep my word." Sun Changkong blinked.
Ji Minghuan placed his hands on his crossed calves and nodded vigorously, "Then quickly show me your skills, let me see what the mythical Qiwen has the ability to do."
"That's what I said, but I can only use the first level of power."
"The first floor is enough."
"Oh, then you'll have to watch out."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Changkong frowned slightly, and a red light suddenly flashed in his pupils. In a trance, his pupils reflected the outline of a person with yellow hair, golden hoops, and golden armor all over the body.
Then she closed her eyes and put her hands on her chest, her white hospital gown fluttering in the sudden gust of wind.
Ji Minghuan was stunned: "Don't they say that when a Strange Stories User uses his ability, he must summon the 'Strange Stories Atlas'?"
"I don't need it...or rather, I don't need any mythical anecdotes at all. That's what my mentor said," said Sun Changkong.
As soon as she finished speaking, her hospital gown suddenly glowed with a strong light. The red light began to spread from her heart, flowing through her blood vessels, and finally spread throughout her body, illuminating the surroundings through her skin and hospital gown.
Ji Minghuan noticed this scene, and secretly remembered in his heart that the light pattern of the mythical-level wonders was red, which was completely different from the orange light pattern of the generational level - the mythical-level light pattern was more dazzling, and the light was extremely aggressive.
"What about the odd story fragments?" he asked again, "Don't you even need odd story fragments?"
"The pieces are inside me."
"That's great! This way it won't be snatched away by others."
"My mentor said that unless they kill me, my myth fragments will not be taken away." Sun Changkong paused, "And if they kill me, they will also run the risk of the fragments in my body getting out of control, so no one dares to touch me."
"I see."
Ji Minghuan suddenly realized and thought, isn't this the same as me, so they don't dare to do anything to me.
The next second, the red light in Sun Changkong's pupils disappeared, and then a cloud formed in the sky above the prison cell, swirling down at high speed. From a distance, it looked like a white wave rolling and gathering into a whirlpool.
Sometimes the clouds are pure white, and sometimes the white will bloom with gorgeous colors like a rainbow.
Ji Minghuan raised his head and stared blankly at the cloud hanging above their heads: "Somersault Cloud, this is..."
"Isn't it amazing?" Sun Changkong opened his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked at Ji Minghuan proudly: "You are the first one to ride on my Somersault Cloud. I have never shared it with anyone else."
Ji Minghuan nodded in surprise, on the one hand because of the visual impact of the Somersault Cloud, on the other hand he felt that there were actually people who could maintain such a high degree of freedom in the Salvation Society, so he clasped his hands together and bowed his head to her expressionlessly.
"Big sister, please protect me in the future."
He thought to himself, however, it seems that there is one more potential enemy in the future. Sun Changkong, like Firion, has been brainwashed by the spirit of the Savior Society. Who will defeat her in the future?
"Of course I'll protect you." Sun Changkong said with a snort.
She took off her baseball cap, her dark red hair flying in the wind. She stepped onto the somersault cloud first, then suddenly pulled Ji Minghuan and dragged him up from the ground.
Ji Minghuan staggered and fell backwards on the somersault cloud.
Before he could react, the somersault cloud glowed with colorful light, rolled and surged, and in an instant it floated towards the silver-white ceiling of the prison room.
(End of this chapter)
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