Chapter 662: Chapter 372: Prophet, The Truth Behind the World’s Destruction

"What do you want to say?"

"You are a kind child, but your power is too great, you were born with everything." said the Red Dragon, "Anyone with such power would become cynical and lose themselves, not to mention just a child... But you don’t see the world as a game, so I find you interesting. Compared to Qingping, you are more valuable to observe."

It paused for a moment: "That girl is your anchor; she can keep you human, instead of seeing yourself as something higher-dimensional. She is important, so I understand why you hold on to her."

Ji Minghuan remained silent.

After a moment, he shook his head, "Whatever, let it be... I’m tired."

"By the way, aren’t you curious? Where did that shadow come from?" said the Red Dragon, suddenly extending his claw and pointing at the white-haired girl sitting dumbly in the library corner.

Ji Minghuan was startled, turned his head to look, only to realize it was a white-haired doll, buttons sewn into her eyes. The mouth stitched by needle and thread grinned widely.

The doll had no shadow, simply leaned against the bookshelf, sitting motionlessly.

"Isn’t that created by me?" he asked, "Something from the subconscious."

He still remembered that before, every time he came to the library he would see Kong Youling’s illusion. Every time he fell asleep, she would lean by his side.

But he didn’t know when, perhaps half a month ago, or maybe a few days ago, Kong Youling’s illusion gradually turned into a doll, sitting motionless against the bookshelf, and so he hadn’t paid attention to it for a while.

"Perhaps, if you wait a little longer, you’ll know the answer." The Red Dragon said softly after a moment of silence.

"Who cares..."

After speaking, Ji Minghuan sprawled on the library floor, gazing at the sunset-dyed yellow ceiling, dazing for a while, gazing drowsily at the mountains beneath the sky.

"What does Li Qingping do when he gets tired?" He suddenly asked after a long silence.

"Find a place with no people and sleep."

"Mm... then we’re quite alike." Upon finishing, Ji Minghuan slowly closed his eyelids, the sunset glow coloring his face red like a warm peach.

"Have a good rest, don’t stir things up."

"As if you need to care."

For almost an entire day, Ji Minghuan mostly rested, sleeping from morning till night.

No. 1 Machine hung idly at Hof Glacier, its daily task was to release clones, scattering Restraint Trap belts to achieve an all-around monitoring effect. Then it hung upside down in the giant cocoon asleep;

No. 2 Machine had already advanced to Tier Three, and contracted with the Furious Demon, now it only needed to quietly wait for the battle, and the day to kill Jack the Ripper, spending the rest of the time laying low;

As for No. 3 Machine, it continued wandering with Cezar, every day Cezar either practiced or ate. This genius youth’s Anecdote Envoy Level was advancing swiftly, at this rate he might reach the S Level in a month;

No. 4 Machine too, needed no further mention, now lying on a tree, using its saliva Lantern Demon.

On August 21st at dawn China time, also the night of August 20th Iceland time, Ji Minghuan’s consciousness was awakened from the darkness.

But what woke him wasn’t the arrival of the Prophet, but the usual noises heard in the detention chamber.

"Restricted-level Superpower User, number 1001—Ji Minghuan, Mentor’s agent is visiting, quickly prepare for inquiry." A cold voice, as icy as iron, echoed throughout the detention chamber.

The youth in hospital gown opened his eyes from the bed, lifted his head, and stared at the crooked-mouthed penguin broadcast equipment on the ceiling.

"Mentor’s agent?" he raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself how novel the term was, never heard before.

But Ji Minghuan mused, in the entire Salvation Society, only "Koajenna" fitted the description.

As expected, the metal door slowly opened outward, and a woman with a bun wearing a white lab coat walked in, pulling a chair to sit in front of the desk.

Koajenna rested her chin on her hands, gazing at the tabletop dazedly, her dark circles heavier.

She didn’t speak, neither did Ji Minghuan, the two remained silently in a stalemate.

After a while, Koajenna asked him, "Won’t you go see those kids?"

Ji Minghuan shook his head, "No, I want to be quiet these few days."

Koajenna said, "The Mentor said your recent state is not quite right... if there’s any trouble, you can talk to Sister."

"There is, my trouble is..." Ji Minghuan said, turning his gaze sideways, "When will you and the Mentor die?"

"If it’s possible, I’d like to die early too, retire early, enter the grave early." Koajenna said calmly, "But unfortunately, the rules of the Salvation Society are strict, I have to work here for at least ten years to get a pension."

"Working is really not easy."

"Right? Although I don’t want to hear it from a peaceful Restricted-level Lord like yourself." Koajenna sighed, "Sometimes I wish I were Restricted-level."

"What would you do if you were Restricted-level?"

"Create a world where one doesn’t have to work." Koajenna rested her chin, spinning her fingers idly on the tabletop.

"You’re so boring, can’t your ideals be a bit grander, like no wars?"

"Isn’t that simple? Just say if you start a war I’ll destroy the world, wouldn’t the world be peaceful then?"

"Forget it, not going to mess around with you, I just want to know when we can be allowed to go out and walk around."

"Bear with it, the Mentor said you’ll be allowed out next month, but it’s quite cold outside, you might want to come back after walking just a few steps." Koajenna said.

"Why would I?" Ji Minghuan asked, "I’d surely be playing with snowmen, haven’t built one in ages."

He thought, when the Mentor lets them out, it’ll be an opportunity for the Black Cocoon lurking at Hof Glacier to locate the exact location of the Salvation Society.

"Seeing you okay, I feel relieved, those kids are playing in Paradise now, waiting for you." Koajenna said, standing up from the chair, "If you want to find them, just shout into the broadcast, understand little rascal."

"Why didn’t they call me?" Ji Minghuan asked, "Am I being isolated by them or something?"

"Because you don’t want to go."

"That’s true."

Ji Minghuan shifted his gaze, thinking the Prophet will come to find me soon, at such times being with them is asking for trouble, what if threatened?

Koajenna didn’t stay long, she quickly rose and left, usually lazy and listless, unable to muster energy. Only on her way off work was she swift and efficient, like a gust of wind blowing past.

Ji Minghuan remained on the bed as usual, everything around was cold white, making his expression somewhat hazy and pale.

Soon after, suddenly a mercury-like stream, like flowing moonlight, began to gradually fill the whole world from the corner, like some kind of fissure spreading over, until it reflected in Ji Minghuan’s pupils, the snow-white ceiling losing its color.

In this oppressive, quiet world, the youth in a hospital gown lay quietly on the bed.

His expression was not surprised, but rather calm.

After a moment, Ji Minghuan silently climbed from the bed, supporting his right hand on the pillow, turned his head, and looked toward the entrance of the detention room.

At this moment, a figure clad in a tattered white cloak, wrapped in a shabby white scarf, and with a cloth hat on the head stood silently there.

His face was wrapped in gauze, the face unseen. Under the shadow of the cloth hat was a pair of dark, deep eyes.

In this moment, everything around froze, even the dripping sound from the restroom was gone.

In this overly quiet world, Ji Minghuan lifted his head and took a deep breath.

He very much wanted to shout at the penguin-like monitor: "Mentor, can you open your damn dog eyes, your favorite Prophet is standing at your freaking doorstep, okay?"

But even this was futile.

Because in this static world, only he and that pure white figure could move. All Mentor’s precautions against the Prophet had no effect from the very beginning.

"Hello." Ji Minghuan sighed, sat at the desk, and waved at the Prophet, "What can I do for you?"