My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 807 - 405: The Mentor’s Betrayal and the Salvation Society’s Total Descent into Frenzy

"Hah, why don't you just say you're going to destroy the world? It would be more practical and efficient." Ji Minghuan laughed.

He then sarcastically added, "Just take off my suppressor, and it can be done. How easy, right?"

"No, that's different from destroying the world," the Mentor explained. "Whether it's a Superpower User, Exorcist, or Anecdote Envoy... they shouldn't exist. This world is sick, and I will bring it back to its original path."

"So as a Restricted-level Superpower User, even if I do nothing, I'm the arch-enemy of your noble ideals."

"Yes, Ji Minghuan, you're just unlucky. You just happened to be born as a Restricted-level Superpower User, so you will die," the Mentor said. "I hope you won't blame yourself before you die, so I might feel a little less guilty."

He paused: "You're just a child, like Sun Changkong and the others, just children... I will make sure you can rest in peace with as little pain as possible."

"Well, I really should thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, I don't want to die," Ji Minghuan said.

"Do you want to meet the leaders of the Salvation Society?" The Mentor thought for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Why would I want to meet them?" Ji Minghuan said. "Am I that familiar with those bastards?"

"They orchestrated many things, whether it's making Filio eat his own mother, or causing Mario's Celestial Driver to go out of control in front of classmates, or inciting Sun Changkong to massacre an entire village, these were all their acts,"

The Mentor paused: "All for... more easily taming these traumatized children psychologically."

"Wow, wow, wow, I thought these things were done by you? Turns out you're such a nice guy."

"No, I'm not a nice guy, I'm very self-aware."

"Really?"

"What I'm about to do is even worse than theirs," the Mentor said. "The population base of the Superhuman Species isn't small, and among them are bound to be many children like you, even infants just a few months old."

He paused: "But this won't affect my actions... they are indeed innocent, but the power they bear is sinful, their race is sinful."

Ji Minghuan was silent for a moment and said indifferently:

"Narrow-minded racism."

"The Salvation Society advocates that this world needs balance, but they've spent hundreds of years and exhausted their efforts, yet they couldn't bring true balance to this world," the Mentor said softly. "That's because balance never existed from the beginning. As long as those Superhuman Species exist, balance can never be achieved."

"How can you be so sure you're right, that without the Superhuman Species, the world would become better? Would there be no more wars?" Ji Minghuan said. "Don't be so naive."

"No," the Mentor shook his head. "I think even without the Superhuman Species, human technology would continue to develop until it surpasses the power of the Superhuman Species."

He paused: "At the same time, the struggles among humans won't stop because that's the essence of civilization's development."

"Seems you understand too, so by then, are you going to regress human technological levels back several centuries too? That's just like your current thinking of making the Superhuman Species disappear."

"If you insist on analyzing it this way, then indeed my actions are meaningless," the Mentor smiled. "But life is born to die, you can't take anything with you in death. Life is futile, isn't it?"

Ji Minghuan sighed with his head down, "I can't even tell if you're an idealist or a nihilist."

"Nihilistic idealism," the Mentor said. "Such people are generally called 'lunatics'." As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a handgun 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. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Ji Minghuan looked up, calmly staring at the dark muzzle, "Forget it, let's not argue. I'm bored anyway; have the leaders of the Salvation Society come and dance for me."

"Of course,"

The Mentor smiled slightly and placed the handgun on the table.

Suddenly, the metal door behind him opened wide, and a group of nine old men in expensive suits with blank expressions suddenly marched out side by side. They leaned against the wall like walking corpses.

Then a batch of researchers in white robes walked in, seemingly hiding something in their hands.

"Standing here are the nine rulers of the Salvation Society, this is the former president of the Salvation Society, and over there is..." The Mentor's words trailed off.

"What is it?" Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow.

"Forget it, no introductions,"

"Why?"

"Because for kids, foreplay doesn't matter; it's always that brief moment of pleasure that they enjoy."

After saying this, the Mentor lightly clapped his hands.

With two "clap" sounds, the nine old men behind him suddenly started dancing bizarrely, sometimes barking and turning like a dog on the spot.

From start to finish, the Mentor didn't bother to look back even once.

He merely smiled, sipping his tea quietly.

Ji Minghuan turned his head, watching this scene in boredom, "Wow... you really have a dark sense of humor. It turns out people who seem refined are actually repressed."

He turned back, asking in confusion, "But you should show this to Filio and the others, they're the victims. What's the point of showing me?"