My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

After the meeting between the Black Cocoon and the leader of the White Crow Travel Brigade on the school rooftop, his "Restraint Incarnation" transformed into a hot steam that dissipated, blowing towards the city with the wind.

Meanwhile, in the Gu Yima Residential Area.

The first unit, Gu Wenyu, suddenly opened his eyes in bed, and then a black-and-red prompt box appeared in his pupils.

[Prompt: Your "Restraint Incarnation" has died.]

[After a 12-hour cooldown period, you can release the "Restraint Incarnation" again.]

Gu Wenyu closed the panel, pressed his arm behind his head, turned his head, and stared blankly at the billboard outside the window:

"It's pretty smooth, eight or nine out of ten the leader will take the members to Norway, waiting there for the Legendary Whale to land. As long as they can enter the courtyard, then Cezar and Li Qingping have a chance to survive."

"So... the immediate priority is still the Salvation Society's matter. Tomorrow morning, I have to follow my sister and them to London, then compete with the Salvation Society to see which side catches the red light first."

Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes and synchronized his consciousness to the second unit's body.

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At the same time, Venice, Marco Polo International Airport.

It's still five in the afternoon here, and it's getting dark. The afterglow of the sunset is like a yellow bus, sliding down from a blood-red slope, heavily pressing on people's cheeks.

Wearing a face mask, Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami walked side by side, through the long airport corridor.

Jack the Ripper followed behind them, head down, playing "Ninja Fruit Slicer" on his phone.

It's unknown why she is so obsessed with slicing fruit, perhaps cutting people became addictive and she needed a substitute. Anyway, Xia Pingzhou was annoyed by the "swish swish swish" sound from the phone.

The three boarded the aircraft's first-class cabin. The hacker had altered the plane's status, preventing other passengers from booking that cabin, so only their figures could be seen in the entire first-class section.

One must admit, Xia Pingzhou thought the only advantage of joining the brigade was having an electronic pet that could arrange your schedule and provide information anytime, anywhere.

The downside was that as long as there were electronic devices around, you would be monitored 24 hours a day.

However, since Xia Pingzhou is still in the dangerous observation period, and the leader's suspicions of him have not been fully lifted, being monitored by the hacker is not a bad thing.

A violent turbulence came, and the plane took off with the rumbling sound of the engine. This plane's destination was London in the United Kingdom, and flying from Venice to London only took two hours.

Xia Pingzhou looked up, gazing at the sky outside clear as a washed windowpane, then turned to the kimono girl who was looking down at a haiku collection.

"Speaking of which... do you like haiku?" he asked.

"My mother left only this." She said softly.

Xia Pingzhou was silent for a while: "Have you been to London?"

"No. How about you?"

"It's my first time going to such a place too."

Xia Pingzhou lowered his eyes, suddenly remembering Kong Youling. Back in the welfare institute, the two of them huddled in a corner of the library, heads together, flipping through a travel magazine on the floor, squealing at the Big Ben and Thames River in London.

Kong Youling said the outside world was so big, he said yes, I'll take you out to see it someday. We'll write "Ji Minghuan and Kong Youling visited here" wherever we go.

"But… won't we get scolded?" Kong Youling raised a notebook and asked.

"Then we'll run away," Ji Minghuan said triumphantly, "run to Antarctica, then ride a polar bear all the way to the South Pole, capture a bunch of penguins, tie them together, and sail around the Pacific on them."

"Can penguins be boats?"

"Didn't that pirate cartoon say penguins are the most durable boats?"

"So amazing... I want to ride a penguin boat!" Kong Youling's eyes lit up, writing notes on the notebook, without a hint of doubt about Captain Ji Minghuan's plan.

Suddenly, a cold voice broke Xia Pingzhou's train of thought.

"London... will there be Sherlock Holmes?" Ayase Origami pondered for a bit then asked, as if when mentioning the United Kingdom, the girl with the lack of common knowledge only knew the name Sherlock Holmes.

"I don't know, since there's a modern version of 'Jack the Ripper', it shouldn't be surprising for there to be a modern Sherlock Holmes in London, right?" Xia Pingzhou said calmly.

"What did modern 'Jack the Ripper' do to you?" came an icy question from behind.

"Not much," Xia Pingzhou replied, "I was talking to the young lady, please don't interrupt."

Ayase Origami closed the haiku collection, "Then... could Sherlock Holmes be a Superpower User?"

"I feel... he should be an Exorcist."

"Why not a Superpower User?"

"His Celestial Driver could be a pipe or something, very stylish." Xia Pingzhou remained expressionless, "If he was a Superpower User, I find it hard to imagine what his powers would be. Besides, if a detective needs superpowers to solve a case, that would be pretty lame."

"Oh."

Ayase Origami suddenly fell silent.

In fact, Xia Pingzhou really wanted to tell her that if you can't think of something to talk about, it's okay not to. She always seemed to rack her brains when initiating conversation with people. Perhaps there's always a sad gap between dolls and humans, but fortunately, his character is a robot.

The cabin was silent, Xia Pingzhou turned his head, looking at the sea of clouds outside in a daze.

His mind repeatedly rehearsed the same scene: if he saw Kong Youling wearing a hospital gown on the streets of London tomorrow, could he really calm his mind? Having come this far, one wrong step could ruin everything.

The kimono girl suddenly said: "What are you thinking about?"

"What?"

Xia Pingzhou was taken aback, turning his head to meet her gaze.

"Since yesterday, you've made me feel..." she said, "like you have a lot on your mind."

"Really?" The Jack the Ripper sitting in the backseat said, "Isn't he just expressionless, what kind of 'a lot on his mind' look can he have?"

"Agreed," Xia Pingzhou said.

Ayase Origami lowered her eyes, staring at the words in the haiku collection for a while, "Is that so?"

Xia Pingzhou was silent for a moment: "Sometimes I think if only I were really just a cat, just responsible for napping and being coy, not for having a lot on my mind."

"You're not a cat?" Ayase Origami asked.

"Only in front of you."

"I've seen the napping, let's see some coyness."

At this moment, Jack the Ripper forcefully kicked their seats, a lukewarm voice coming from the seat behind: "Being so unrestrained, do you want me to cut your fingers off and play games with them as the mouse? I don't mind."

"Gomen nasai." "Sumimasen."

Both of them apologized expressionlessly, their tones without much fluctuation.

Xia Pingzhou gazed out the window, thinking: Jack the Ripper is currently the strongest combat power in the entire brigade, bringing her along, hopefully, she can be of help in this trip to London, but the problem is... how can I contact the Red Light without arousing suspicion from her and the hacker?

"Use the information-gathering ability of Unit 1 to create a situation for a chance encounter?"

He shook his head, reeling in his scattered thoughts.

"Speaking of which..." Xia Pingzhou suddenly said.

"What?" The kimono girl turned her head to look at him.

"I've been your cat for so long; when will you be my cat too? That's fair." Xia Pingzhou turned his head, looking seriously at Ayase Origami.

She was momentarily stunned.

"... Little cat, rebelling."

"Be careful that the little cat suddenly turns into a lion; I can bite."

"One day..." Ayase Origami nonchalantly continued to read her book, "when you become stronger than me, we'll talk about it."

"Really? Then you'll have to call me master by then?" Xia Pingzhou said nonchalantly.

Ayase Origami didn't respond, just used a paper page to form a small hand and lightly scratched his cheek.

The plane sailed through the sea of clouds, and the cabin was still slightly bumpy. Looking at the pale and silent kimono girl beside him, Xia Pingzhou always felt like he was being infected by that doll-like attitude, which somewhat soothed his originally restless mood.

He closed his eyes and unknowingly fell asleep, resting his head on her shoulder.

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"Restricted Level Superpower User, Code 1002—'Ji Minghuan,' quickly get up and prepare; the mentor has something to convey."

It was unclear how long had passed when a chill voice yanked him out of his slumber.

Ji Minghuan groggily opened his eyes, scratched the collar on his neck, sat up slowly, and stared blankly at the penguin broadcaster on the ceiling.

Before long, the metal door swung open, and the mentor walked in: "Ji Minghuan, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Preparations for a mission outside; when you wake up, you'll find yourself in London."

"So fast, by plane?"

"You'll know by then."

"Alright." Ji Minghuan rubbed his eyes, got off the bed, and walked towards the table, "So why are you looking for me now, why not just directly send us to London together."

"To let you first meet 'Mario,' it'll be convenient for you to look after each other by then."

"Mario, that Celestial Driver 'videogame console' kid?" Ji Minghuan pulled a chair and sat down.

"Yes."

Ji Minghuan propped his chin, yawned, and murmured: "You guys aren't gonna first give us a shot of tranquilizer, let us sleep it off, and then have Mario use a game console to load a 'London' scene, convincing us when we wake up that it's the real London, are you?"

"You sure are imaginative," the mentor said with a slight smile, hands behind his back: "Anyway, he's here, try to get along with him."

Having said that, he left the detention room without another glance, his silhouette swallowed by the dazzling white light screen.

Ji Minghuan tilted his head, silently side-eying the entrance of the detention room, thinking about what kind of weirdo might arrive this time.

Before long, a blond, blue-eyed boy strode through the bright light screen with languid steps. Mario, with his head hanging low, held a PSP game console in his hands, his heavy dark circles making him look like he hadn't slept for ten days and nights.

Ji Minghuan raised his gaze, curiously looking at him, then sharply said:

"So you're the kid named Mario? Did you pay a copyright fee to 'Nintendo' for that name?!"