My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 130 - 106: Calls, Past Events, and Exit Permission (

He would always lower his eyelids, sit quietly on the chair, patiently and humbly listen to every word spoken by the teacher, and hear the headmaster sternly reprimand him, saying:

"You’ve failed as a big brother to set a good example, teach your younger brother and sister better, otherwise they wouldn’t cause trouble at school and fight with others."

After the headmaster and teachers had talked until their lips were dry, Gu Qiye would slowly raise his head and calmly explain their family situation to the teachers.

He said that they didn’t have as good a family environnt as other kids, without parents by their side, so he hoped the teachers could be more lenient with his brother and sister.

Please give them more chances, they are good kids, they just need so ti.

Gu Qiye would also explain that although he was taking care of his brother and sister, he hadn’t fallen behind in his studies, as he spent ti tutoring them every day, and he certainly wasn’t leading them astray.

He was already trying his best.

The teachers and the headmaster would be stunned for a long ti after hearing about his family situation, then pat his shoulder with guilt and couldn’t say anything more.

Over the years, Gu Qiye felt it was all so normal.

Because he had never heard... anyone in this family showing any concern for him.

Not even just one sentence.

In those years, whenever he felt slightly annoyed or overwheld, Gu Qiye would squeeze a smile in front of the mirror and tell himself: It’s because mom died that his brother and sister’s personalities beca introverted; they’re not at fault.

And his father? Gu Qiye had never expected to hear a "thank you" from him right from the start.

But he didn’t realize, it seed he too was susceptible to fatigue; he was just a person after all...

Why was it only he who had to take care of others’ feelings?

Why was there never anyone at ho willing to say to him, "You’re very tired, take a good rest"?

Even one sentence would be nice.

Because no one ever said that to him, he felt it seed he could keep carrying on, continuing numbly, wearily doing what he had to do.

But then, his brother suddenly said to him, "Take a good rest, you look really tired."

A deathly silence enveloped the dimly lit hallway.

"Right... it’s ti to rest."

Gu Qiye lowered his eyes to the floor, murmuring softly to himself, and lifted a hand to scratch his forehead.

He closed the door, slowly turned back into the hotel room, and collapsed onto the large bed. With a sowhat passable mood, he slowly closed his weary eyelids.

Gu Qiye fell asleep.

......

......

At the sa ti, in the next room.

Just after the restraint belt finished washing up for him, Ji Minghuan started feeling drowsy again, perhaps due to the heavy burden of controlling multiple bodies simultaneously. Anyway, since it was a leisurely day, he simply lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and enjoyed a sweet nap.

But shortly afterward, a cold report voice woke him from the deep sleep.

"Restricted-level superpower user, No. 1002—’Ji Minghuan’, ntor visiting, please prepare for interrogation promptly."

As Ji Minghuan opened his eyes, all he saw was the unchanging silver-white ceiling. The cold lighting spread evenly across, casting on his pale face, causing his pupils to subtly contract under the light stimulus.

"Long ti no see." The ntor walked in, smiling as he spoke.

"How long has it been? I’ve lost track of the days." Ji Minghuan sighed, "I feel if you keep locking up this way, I’ll beco dumb."

"So, I’ve brought you a new friend." The ntor sat down at the table.

Ji Minghuan got out of bed, pulled up a chair and sat down: "The one you ntioned last ti, the ’Mythical-level Curiosities’ guy?"

"That’s right." The ntor nodded.

Ji Minghuan rested his cheek on his hand and asked suspiciously, "How many holders of the ’Mythical-level Curiosities’ are confined here? You’re not going to tell there’s more than one, are you?"

"Indeed," the ntor clasped his hands together and spoke slowly, "The only two known holders of the Mythical-level Curiosities in the world are all gathered here... We can’t let them out, or it would be a catastrophe for humanity."

He paused: "Humans cannot wield the power of gods."

Ji Minghuan shot him a glance: "Quit boasting, how about telling what exactly these two have?"

The ntor spoke slowly: "The child you’re about to et is nad ’Sun Changkong’. I nad him, inspired by Sun Wukong from Chinese mythology."

"You don’t an to say..." Ji Minghuan narrowed his eyes.

The ntor nodded: "Indeed, the Mythical-level Curiosities Fragnt he possesses is the ’Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong’."

Ji Minghuan was taken aback: "Then what about the other child’s Fragnt? Don’t tell it’s Red Boy or the Bull Demon King? They’d make quite a pair with the Monkey King."

"As for the other child, we’re keeping their situation confidential for now."

"Why?"

"His condition is rather unstable. We may have to wait a while before arranging for you to et him."

"Alright then." Ji Minghuan shrugged, "Anyway, I don’t really care. Better if I never et him in this lifeti."

He thought for a mont and teased: "Your arrangents are quite interesting. First, you introduce to a little wolf, and now a little monkey. Is this place going to turn into a zoo eventually?"

"And what animal would that make you?" The ntor adjusted his glasses and smiled slightly, "A little fox?"

"No such thing!" Ji Minghuan dismissively retorted, "Even if I started as a fox, you all would have tad into a sloth by now—just sleeping here all the ti, unable to do anything, my brain’s about to regress into that of a caveman."

The ntor chuckled, then said: "Speaking of which, I actually have so good news for you."

"What news?"

The ntor composed himself, looking seriously into Ji Minghuan’s eyes, and slowly articulated:

"Based on our assessnt, we have decided to let you try leaving the base, to carry out so low-difficulty tasks to help you control your abilities."

Ji Minghuan froze.

After a long silence, he asked, "...Are you serious?"

"Yes." The ntor nodded.

"You an...I can leave here?" Ji Minghuan’s voice was hoarse as he confird once more.

The ntor nodded again.

Ji Minghuan sat dumbfounded in the chair, the ntor’s inscrutable, false face reflecting in his pupils.

At that mont, a dangerous thought suddenly surfaced in his mind:

"Hold on, could it be...is the Salvation Society planning to take us to participate in Tokyo’s underground auction?"