Chapter 406: The rebellious mentor and the completely crazy salvation society (asking for monthly tickets)
"A cyborg?"
Ji Minghuan's voice echoed in the empty prison cell.
He looked up from the table, met his mentor's eyes, and asked curiously, "Which android are you referring to? It's not the one created with your genes, is it?"
"No, as we mentioned before." The instructor shook his head. "I used your brother's genes and yours to create an artificial human. We call him..."
He paused: "Restricted level 1003."
"Restricted…1003."
Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows slightly and whispered the code name.
After a moment, he suddenly laughed and couldn't help but let out a low sneer.
He thought to himself that this was the change in the timeline that 1001 mentioned. Because the mentor's personality and thoughts changed in this timeline, the artificial talent named "Restricted 1003" would appear accordingly.
It seems this is the final boss of the Savior Society. No wonder the instructor has been so confident recently, even daring to take Kong Youling out of the base and use her abilities to brainwash the Lake Hunters...
I'm afraid that only by removing the inhibitors can I have a chance to fight this android. I have to speed up.
Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan raised his head again and met his mentor's gaze.
He said, "When you were talking about creating an artificial human, you didn't mention using my genes. That sounds a bit disgusting... Don't drag that deformed artificial human into our rescue team."
"There's no need for that anymore." The instructor said meaningfully, "Neither the Savior Team nor you actually have any reason to exist anymore."
Ji Minghuan was stunned. "What do you mean?"
"In our estimation, this android will most likely replace you and become the most special being."
"You're so confident."
"Of course. Two days ago, at the moment of his birth, our energy detection equipment was unprecedentedly agitated... His energy level has far exceeded our imagination."
At this point, the instructor paused and said, "This was an incredibly successful experiment."
"Uh...are you really sure he can replace me?" Ji Minghuan thought for a moment and then asked.
The instructor nodded. "If your abilities can be suppressed with inhibitors for now, then his abilities are already so strong that they can't be suppressed with inhibitors."
Please, are you sure you can really suppress me? Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking that my four super super super disaster-level machines are still waiting for you outside.
He sighed, "So when do you plan to release this restricted loyal dog you've trained?"
"We still need a little time to stabilize his spirit. This is the final work."
"Oh... I see. You just need to spend some time brainwashing him. After all, our mentor is so fragile. You're afraid he'll be crushed to death like an ant, and all your efforts will be wasted."
The mentor remained silent, just smiled slightly, and ignored Ji Minghuan's cold remarks.
He always refused to answer questions that were inconvenient to answer, so he picked up the thermos and took a sip of tea.
Ji Minghuan was silent for a while, then said, "You can brainwash your toys however you want, but you are not allowed to use Kong Youling."
The instructor said casually, "If we don't ask Kong Youling to help, then the only person we can find is Rukawa Chiba from the White Crow Brigade."
"Ryukawa Chiba?"
Ji Minghuan was slightly stunned, muttering the name, thinking to himself, as expected, if we want to release the mind control of the Savior Society child, we have to rely on the doctor of the brigade. It is right to save his life.
Judging from actual performance, the mentor's psychic ability is one level lower than Kong Youling and Rukawa Chiba. The doctor and the penguin are the world's highest-level psychics.
Therefore, there is a chance that Chiba Rukawa can solve the mentor's mind control.
The problem is how to get Rukawa Chiba to approach those controlled children - you know, with his mythical combat power, a slight move would cause the world to collapse.
Besides, there is no such thing as showing mercy to the enemy on the battlefield. If you are not careful, you will be the one to die. It is really putting the cart before the horse to think about saving those children at this time.
Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan's eyes darkened slightly, and the faces of the children in the rescue team appeared in his mind.
"Yes, Rukawa Chiba was previously imprisoned in the Shinye Township Prison in Hokkaido," the instructor said, "but a month ago, the brigade launched a prison break plan, killed our Julius, and rescued him."
"Then why don't you take him back to the Saviors while he's still in jail?"
"Because he's too dangerous, a man who's difficult to control," the instructor said. "We thought he'd be locked up in that dark prison for the rest of his life, but we never imagined the brigade would raid the prison and kidnap him."
"Raising a tiger is a disaster." Ji Minghuan gloated, "What would you think if he broke the mental imprint you planted in Sun Changkong and the others' brains?"
"Don't worry." The instructor said with a smile, and suddenly adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, muttering silently to himself, "It doesn't matter now, nothing matters anymore."
Ji Minghuan stared at him silently.
"What does it matter?"
The instructor remained silent, with an incredible smile still on his face.
"Do you really think that android can intimidate me?" Ji Minghuan asked again.
"The probability is very high. Unprecedentedly high. So it's worth a try," the instructor said. "We are adults. We can't entrust the world to a child. If a child goes crazy or acts violently, the world will end. Then this child shouldn't exist."
Ji Minghuan asked expressionlessly, "So, you want to get rid of me?"
"Yes, we used to be worried about your ability getting out of control, so we couldn't put you into a near-death state... But if there is someone who can still deal with you even after you lose control, then it won't matter anymore."
"No wonder you've been so brazen lately, not holding back on your words," Ji Minghuan said with a sigh. "I'm glad to see you've stopped pretending. I finally don't have to pretend with you anymore. It would have been nice if we had been honest earlier."
The instructor smiled slightly: "It feels really good to be yourself, doesn't it..."
He paused when he got to this point:
"Black pupa."
Hearing this name, Ji Minghuan was slightly stunned. The whole world seemed to be quiet at this moment, and only the buzzing sound of tinnitus remained.
After a moment, he slowly raised his head and met his mentor's gaze.
"Black pupa?"
"There's no need to deny it. Black Pupa is likely the product of your special ability... As far as we know, he's used every possible means to investigate the Salvation Society, the White Crow Brigade, the Box Garden Incident, Rainbow Wings, and the Light-Eating Bees. He's been involved in almost every major recent incident."
The instructor paused for a moment, then said, "What a shame, you developed feelings for the people around you... Black Pupa sacrificed himself to save those on the uninhabited island."
He took a sip of tea from his thermos. "And your efforts have failed. But even if your plan had succeeded, it would have been meaningless. Those people can't defeat the children I trained."
What if I said that Black Pupa didn't actually sacrifice himself? Ji Minghuan thought to himself, the instructor has been busy dealing with the matter of the android "Restricted Level 1003" recently, and he really hasn't done much to investigate the outside world.
He guessed in his heart that the mentor only knew that a Nian beast suddenly appeared at that time and ruined his carefully planned lake hunting internal conflict, but he didn't know that this was also the result of my special ability.
Ji Minghuan remained silent and did not respond to his mentor's words. He just pretended that his thoughts were seen through, lowered his head, and his expression was slightly pale.
The mentor said softly, "But don't be discouraged... Even if your plan succeeds, it won't mean anything. Those people can't defeat the children I train."
"How long do you plan to let me live?" Ji Minghuan asked.
The instructor replied, "Live until the day we're certain the android is completely stable." He lowered his voice, his lips curling up slightly. "Then the two most powerful restricted characters in the world will engage in a caged battle."
Ji Minghuan looked at him, thought for a while, and then asked:
"Wouldn't the other leaders of the Salvation Society object to your actions? If the world were to perish because of a fight between two restricted-level people, wouldn't you be an eternal sinner? Oh no, the Earth has already disappeared, so there's no such thing as a sinner."
"If it were in the past, the plan I proposed would certainly have been rejected."
"What now?"
"Now, I am the only high-ranking member of the Salvation Society. The entire Salvation Society operates according to my will as the primary standard."
The instructor spoke slowly, a slight smile on his lips, and placed his fingers together on the table.
Ji Minghuan was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean, you haven't already... "
"Yes, they are my puppets now. Um... maybe 'playthings' is more appropriate." The instructor said, raising his hand and gently pinching his chin.
"You're amazing," Ji Minghuan said. "Although I also guessed that things would turn out like this. There are only a few psychics in the entire world. If you want to take action, no one in the Salvation Society can prevent you. It's only a matter of time before you succeed."
Ever since the mentor relied on Kong Youling to brainwash Zhong Wujiu and Zhou Jiuya, Ji Minghuan had anticipated that the mentor would take action against the top leaders of the Salvation Society.
But he didn't expect things to happen so quickly. In just two months, the mentor had already taken control of the entire Salvation Society.
"Sometimes I hate my ability, but sometimes I find it really convenient. If I didn't understand everyone's spirit so well, I wouldn't be able to do it to this extent."
As the instructor spoke, he removed his glasses and wiped them lightly with the hem of his white coat. He lowered his head, and the curve at the corner of his mouth suddenly looked a little scary.
"We're on the same page on this point." Ji Minghuan held his chin and said nonchalantly, "But I'm curious. You've done so much. What's your purpose? Conquering the world? Or achieving world peace? It can't be that simple. What experiences have sustained you in the Salvation Society for so long, allowing you to step by step to where you are now?"
"Five years ago, during the Old Jingmai Street Incident, my lover died at the hands of Hongyi. The murderer was actually the puppet father planted within Hongyi by the Salvation Society," the instructor said slowly. "The Salvation Society used the puppet father without my permission. They had clearly promised me that they wouldn't use this android without my permission, but I was kept in the dark. It wasn't until a month later, when I left the Salvation Society's tower, that I learned my lover was dead."
As he spoke, he put his cleaned glasses back on his nose and looked into Ji Minghuan's eyes through the lenses. "After that, I began to carefully consider something."
"What's the matter?" Ji Minghuan asked.
The instructor suddenly laughed.
He said, "Eliminate all superhumans from the world."
"Tsk, you might as well say that you want to destroy the world. That would be more practical and efficient." Ji Minghuan also laughed.
He then sarcastically said, "All you have to do is remove my inhibitors. How easy is that?"
"No, this isn't the same as destroying the world," the instructor explained. "Whether it's psychics, exorcists, or strange news readers... they shouldn't exist. This world is sick, and I will restore it to its original path."
"So, as a restricted-level esper, even if I did nothing, I would become the mortal enemy of your lofty ideals."
"Yes, Ji Minghuan, you're just unlucky. You happened to be born as a restricted-level psychic, so you will die." The instructor said, "I hope you won't blame yourself before you die. That way, I'll feel a little less guilty."
He paused and said, "You are just a child, just like Sun Changkong and the others, you are all just children... I will let you rest in peace without feeling any pain as much as possible."
"Then I really have to thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I don't want to die yet." Ji Minghuan said.
"Do you want to meet the top leaders of the Salvation Society?" The mentor thought for a moment and suddenly asked.
"Why should I meet them?" Ji Minghuan asked, "Do I know these bastards very well?"
"They orchestrated many things, whether it was Firion eating his own mother, causing Mario's Sky Drive to go haywire in front of his classmates, or causing Sun Changkong to go berserk and massacre an entire village. They were the ones who facilitated all of this."
The instructor paused. "So... it's easier to psychologically tame these traumatized children."
"Wow, wow, wow, I thought you did all this. Turns out you're such a nice person."
"No, I'm not a good person. I'm very self-aware."
"Really?"
"What I'm about to do is even worse than what they did," the mentor said. "The superhuman population is quite large, and among them there are bound to be many children like you, even babies who are only a few months old."
He paused. "But this does not affect my actions... They are indeed innocent, but the power within them is sinful, and their race is sinful."
Ji Minghuan was silent for a moment, then said indifferently:
“Narrow-minded racism.”
"The Salvation Society claims that the world needs balance, but they've spent hundreds of years and devoted all their efforts, yet they haven't been able to bring true balance to the world," the mentor said softly. "That's because balance never existed in the first place. As long as those superhumans exist, balance will never appear."
"How can you be so sure that you're right? Without the superhuman race, will the world become a better place? Will there be no more wars?" Ji Minghuan said, "Don't be so naive."
"No," the instructor shook his head. "I believe that even without the superhuman race, human technology will continue to develop until it possesses powers far exceeding those of the superhuman race."
He paused. “At the same time, the struggle between humans will not stop, because this is the essence of the development of civilization.”
"It seems you understand, so do you intend to set humanity's technological level back centuries? That's the same reasoning as your current desire to make the superhuman race disappear."
"If you insist on such scrutiny, then my actions are indeed meaningless." The instructor smiled. "But we are born to die, and we can't take anything with us after death. Life is essentially futile, isn't it?"
Ji Minghuan lowered his head and sighed, "I can't tell whether you are an idealist or a nihilist."
"Nihilistic idealism," the instructor said, "such people are generally called 'madmen.'" As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from the pocket of his white coat.
He pointed the gun at Ji Minghuan's head and pulled the trigger.
With a "click", the bullet jammed.
Ji Minghuan raised his head and stared at the dark muzzle of the gun quietly. "Forget it, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore. I have nothing to do anyway, so why don't you get the top leaders of the Salvation Society to come in and dance for me."
"sure."
The instructor smiled slightly and placed the pistol on the table.
Suddenly, the metal door behind him opened, and nine old men in expensive suits with blank expressions suddenly walked out side by side. They leaned against the wall like zombies.
Then, a group of researchers in white robes walked in, and they seemed to be hiding something in their hands.
"Those standing here are the nine leaders of the Salvation Society. This one is the former president of the Salvation Society, and the one over there is..." The instructor stopped talking halfway.
"What's wrong?" Ji Minghuan raised his eyebrows.
"Forget it, I won't introduce them one by one."
"Why?"
"Because for children, foreplay is not important. What makes them happy is always just that brief moment of pleasure."
After saying this, the instructor clapped his hands lightly.
After two "pa pa" sounds, the nine old men behind him suddenly started dancing strangely, sometimes barking and spinning in circles on the spot like dogs.
From beginning to end, the instructor didn't even bother to look back.
He just smiled and drank a few sips of tea quietly.
Ji Minghuan tilted his head, watching the scene with boredom, "Wow... you really have a terrible taste. It turns out that those who look polite are actually stuffy and coquettish."
He turned around and asked in confusion, "But you should show it to Firion and the others. They are the victims. What's the point of showing it to me?"
"That's a good idea, but I don't plan to do that," the instructor replied.
"Why?"
"Because at this point, if they suddenly realized that their entire lives were being manipulated by others, and that even the pain and the joy they struggled through were imposed on them, wouldn't that be even more tragic?"
"You're right, but they have a right to know the truth."
"No, I just hope they can die without too much pain." The instructor shook his head. "They all like you very much. It will be wonderful for you to die with them."
He lowered his voice and said, "At least this way they won't be so lonely. If a person can die without being alone, it can be considered a kind of perfection."
"But I'm not ready to die yet. I'm only 12 and I have a lot of life ahead of me."
Ji Minghuan paused as he spoke, and some faces of people flashed through his mind, some of them were girls wearing ochre-red kimonos, and some of them were big, stupid guys running at lightning speed.
"Someone is waiting for me," he said.
The instructor interrupted, "No, your life is over. It ended the moment you were sent here. You should think like this, so that when you die you will have fewer regrets."
"Alright, alright... As expected of our mentor, even when he turns evil, he's still just like a little white rabbit." Ji Minghuan looked away, looking at the old men wriggling on the ground like maggots. "I'm tired of seeing these old men. What's so interesting about them?"
He paused and said, "I want to see Kong Youling."
Just as he finished speaking, bursts of gunfire rang out. The experimenters in white robes suddenly took out pistols from their pockets, raised them, aimed at the back of the heads of the fat and big-eared senior leaders of the Salvation Society, and shot them one by one.
“Bang! Bang! Bang—!”
Gunshots rang out one after another, and blood splattered, staining the entire wall red.
Ji Minghuan watched the scene quietly out of the corner of his eye. His mentor was still drinking water from the thermos with a calm expression, and his glasses reflected the bright red on the wall.
"They're all waiting for you in the environmental simulation space," the instructor said. "Go, kid, and enjoy your last happy moments."
After saying that, he picked up the thermos, stepped over the bodies of the old men, stood up and left without looking back.
Ji Minghuan slowly raised his head, silently glanced at his back, then stood up from the table and walked towards the experimenters.
Seeing this, the experimenters put away their pistols.
"You guys know how to deal with these bodies, right?" Ji Minghuan asked. "They're so dirty."
The experimenters nodded silently.
"That's good. Hurry up and clean up before I come back." After giving the instructions, Ji Minghuan followed one of the experimenters into the corridor.
Everything was hazy and blurry in the strong light, and nothing could be seen clearly.
Hearing the experimenters' footsteps stop, Ji Minghuan also stopped.
After a while, a rumbling sound was heard, and a big door in front slowly opened.
He walked in silently, and just as he was about to open his eyes, he suddenly felt a pair of cool hands covering his eyes from behind.
"Guess who I am?" someone asked softly.
"Why don't you just make a coo-coo-quack sound?" Ji Minghuan said calmly, "That way I can guess what species of penguin you are. It'll be more challenging."
The man was silent for a moment, then said:
"Quack, quack, quack."
"You've got it all wrong, idiot."
"What breed?"
"Then I guess your species today is a whirligig penguin, so the call is reversed."
Hearing this, Kong Youling smiled gently, then released her hands that were covering his eyes.
Ji Minghuan looked around and saw that the silver-white space was still empty. There were only two figures, him and Kong Youling. The other children had not arrived yet.
Kong Youling came to him skipping and jumping, her snow-white hair swaying slightly. She looked up at him and said, "You've grown taller."
"Is there?"
As he spoke, Ji Minghuan stared into Kong Youling's eyes quietly. After a while, he tilted his head, and she also tilted her head, and a strand of snow-white hair fell on the tip of her ear.
"Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly said.
Kong Youling was stunned for a moment, nodded silently, and stared at him with red eyes.
Ji Minghuan looked at her silently, then suddenly stretched out his hands, cupped her face, and gently squeezed her cheeks until they pouted. Kong Youling was stunned.
He lowered his voice and asked almost word by word:
"Ten days ago, did you leave the Savior Society base with your mentor? Otherwise, how would you know that there was the moon outside?"
(End of this chapter)
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