CHAPTER 579: CHAPTER 351: THE PROPHET’S MYSTERY AND THE TALKING KONG YOULING (DOUBLE RELEASE)

"You’re saying the Prophet... might actually be Restricted-level Superpower User 1001?" Ji Minghuan was taken aback.

Koajenna drooped her eyelids and nodded silently.

This traitor from the Royal Court Team seemed to find even speaking another word troublesome, just like the impression she left on Ji Minghuan back when they were in the Whale Terrarium. Even during the exhibition match at that time, all Royal Court Team members, including Li Qingping, showed up, except for Koajenna who made an excuse to avoid it.

Clearly, she must be terribly lazy.

Ji Minghuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his thoughts in chaos. He thought, if the Prophet is really Restricted 1001, will a Restricted-level Superpower User visit me in a few days? What a joke, I can’t afford that risk.

A moment later, he lifted his head, greeted by a cold-toned ceiling, cold-toned lights, cold-toned faces, everything was bleak and desolate.

But the tone in which Ji Minghuan spoke wasn’t quite like that, "Uh... you mean, Restricted-level Superpower User 1001 is still alive?"

"Yes, it’s possible." Koajenna propped her chin, absentmindedly glancing at the floor from the corner of her eye.

"And then out of sheer boredom, he slandered an elementary school kid, causing that kid to get locked up in this lousy place, forced to become a blackened elementary school student?"

"It’s possible." Koajenna said languidly.

"I’ve got it, he’s probably hoping to have a fight with me to see who’s the top dog among the restricted-levels."

"It’s possible." Koajenna yawned.

"Are you a broken record?"

"It’s possible." The woman with the bun said, her tone reminiscent of a teacher who, after lecturing for two minutes, would rather sit on the podium playing with her phone while letting the students self-study.

Ji Minghuan could tell this person didn’t seem keen on working at the Salvation Society, and talking to a kid was a form of extreme punishment for her.

If the Mentor couldn’t wait to shower him with flattery, then Koajenna’s attitude was just here for the job, what’s the world destruction got to do with me, whether it gets destroyed or not, I still get to clock out, right?

"What’s your evidence for thinking like that?" Ji Minghuan asked, slightly irritated.

Koajenna lazily replied, "Because the Prophet has helped us countless times in various incidents, steering us away from numerous human-made disasters, which is enough to prove his capability."

She paused, "Able to foresee the future, and the predicted events almost perfectly match with reality; if such a Power User exists in the world, then it can only be a Restricted-level Superpower User."

Listening to this, Ji Minghuan’s initially anxious and uneasy mood suddenly cooled down on the spot.

He looked up helplessly, almost word-for-word inferring, "So, because Restricted-level Superpower Users are extremely rare, and so far, the World Tree has only revealed me and 1001, you deduce that Restricted 1001 might still be alive?"

"Yes."

"Oh, so it’s such an illogical deduction, then no problem." He sighed, saying, "What’s all this about world destruction, predicting the future, whenever something happens, just blame the restricted-level, and that’s that."

"That’s the deal with the restricted-levels, amazing right?" Koajenna asked nonchalantly, "Actually, I haven’t seen any real ability from the restricted levels, and it seems like a big fuss for them to have grabbed a kid like you."

"Right?" Ji Minghuan said indifferently, "At least wait till I destroy the world first, you guys are really jumping the gun, don’t elementary school kids have any personal rights?"

"Yeah." Koajenna nodded perfunctorily, yawning, "Actually, somewhat larger organizations all operate this way; rather than pursuing correctness, the higher-ups are more focused on ’not making mistakes,’ whereas for people like me... all I need to do is eat and drink, think about what to do after I get off work."

She reached out, patting Ji Minghuan on the head, "You’ll understand when you grow up."

"Don’t pat my head, neither my mom nor dad touched me, oh... I don’t have parents, so it doesn’t matter anymore."

Ji Minghuan said, swatting her hand away, propping his chin, and looking at her helplessly.

The impression this bun-headed woman gave him was indeed that she always looked like she couldn’t wait to get off work, no wonder when things went south in the Whale Terrarium, Koajenna ditched the Prince and Empress and bolted, not willing to stay a second longer.

This is the spirit and attitude a worker should have, who would work themselves to death for the boss?

"Alright, hasn’t the Mentor returned?" he said, "Quick, let him take over your shift, don’t come anymore. Seeing you looking half-dead all the time is draining my spirit too."

"Even if you hadn’t said it, I would have done it anyway, do you think I like staying in this godforsaken place, giving psychological counseling to you kids? A beautiful girl like me should dress up and head to a host club in Japan to enjoy myself."

"I’m going to cry. The world’s destruction has you partially to blame."

"There, there, pretend I didn’t say that just now."

Koajenna said lazily, raising her wrist to glance at her watch, "I’m off, bye-bye, restricted-level kid." With that, she got up from the chair, both hands in the pockets of her white coat, and shuffled out of the detention room.

Moments later, the metal door opened again, and a man in a white coat, wearing rimless glasses on his nose, stepped in. His face was calm, as he slowly made his way to sit across from Ji Minghuan.

"Hello." Ji Minghuan lifted his head, admiring the expression on his face, "Long time no see, I thought you were dead."