My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

The blond, blue-eyed boy stopped at the door of the detention room, head down, focused on fiddling with his gaming device.

A jazz-tuned battle music resonated from the palm-sized PSP in his hand, filling the detention room.

"Ha, not talking to me? Fine, I won't talk to you either."

Ji Minghuan murmured softly, propping his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his right hand, and stifled a yawn.

Just by listening to the game's background music, he knew that Mario was playing the fifth installment of the "Persona" series.

After a while, Mario finally looked up from the PSP console.

He glanced at Ji Minghuan as if assessing an NPC at the village gate in an online game, then walked over and rudely pulled a chair to sit down.

"Is this your house or mine?" Ji Minghuan frowned, "Where are your manners? At least let me play with the game console for a bit, truly uncultured."

"...So your name is Sun Changkong?" Mario suddenly said.

He paused, mimicking the provocative tone Ji Minghuan used earlier, and replied softly, "Did you pay royalties to the author of 'Journey to the West' for that name?"

"No, my name is actually 'Kong Youling'."

Ji Minghuan shook his head, earnestly explaining, "And 'Journey to the West' is from so many years ago, it's long past the time when you need to pay royalties. Even if you're an internet gaming addict, you should have some common sense, right?"

"Oh," Mario said unemotionally, "Kong Youling, your name sounds like a girl's."

"And you're saying 'Sun Changkong' doesn't sound like a girl's?"

"Sounds like a monkey."

"Well said! I'll relay that feedback to her exactly as it is."

Ji Minghuan clapped his hands, lips curling upwards, and then glanced at the console screen. As expected, Mario was playing "Persona 5 Royal Edition."

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Why is your name Mario if you're playing on Sony's PSP? Aren't you being unfair to Nintendo's cultivation?"

Saying this, Ji Minghuan suddenly slammed the table like a lawyer in court, then said with a straight face:

"Stop pretending, kid. Take out your Switch already! We can play 'Mario Party' together; I'm okay with 'Kirby Star Allies'; calling a truce means trying 'It Takes Two' or some third-party games."

"I just love playing PSP," Mario said expressionlessly, "Nintendo's games aren't fun, too childish—can't even compare to 4399."

"Zelda is the best in the world."

"Not even a hair compared to P5R."

Ji Minghuan sighed, tilting his head, "Forget it, I won't argue with you. Actually, I haven't played any. I'm a poor kid, no game consoles in the Welfare Institute."

"Obviously."

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan was momentarily stunned, then a metaphorical vein popped on his forehead.

He said, "What are you so smug about? When I destroy the world in the future, the first thing I'll do is smash all your beloved Sony factories, leaving only Nintendo's to let Nintendo consoles dominate the Earth!"

Just as he finished speaking, the mentor's stern voice slowly emerged from the penguin-like intercom on the ceiling:

"Ji Minghuan, please watch your words. This is the second warning, third times a charm... If you make similar remarks again, we'll punish you with five days of solitary confinement, during which you won't be allowed to see or interact with other kids."

"Tch... it was just a joke. Do you have to be so strict about it? You Salvation Society people, seriously."

With that, Ji Minghuan indifferently clicked his tongue, shifted his gaze as he rested his face on his palm.

"Then go ahead and destroy it. I'd rather the world end sooner," Mario suddenly said.

Ji Minghuan was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself that those addicted to the internet were indeed weary of the world.

After a long silence, he said, "Actually, my name is 'Ji Minghuan,' how about you? Mario can't be your real name, right?"

"What are you talking about? My real name is indeed 'Mario'."

The blond, blue-eyed boy rubbed his dark circles, unconcernedly speaking. His response always seemed a beat slower.

"I heard you're an Exorcist?"

"Yes."

"Wait, the PSP you're holding isn't your Celestial Driver, is it?"

"No."

"Oh, then where's your Celestial Driver?"

"Don't even think about it..." Mario said without lifting his head, "It can't be used right now, even if it could, it would just electrocute me."

Hearing this, Ji Minghuan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, thinking: "Not only Superpower Users, but the Salvation Society even knows how to suppress Exorcists from summoning their 'Celestial Driver'?"

He asked again, "How did you end up here?"

"How about you?"

"I fell asleep in the Welfare Institute, and when I woke up, I found myself already here," Ji Minghuan spread his hands, "Salvation Society, magical, isn't it?"

"I was in a classroom at the time."

"Classroom?"

"At that time, some classmates were kicking my head, trying to smash my game console," Mario said slowly, "My Celestial Driver awakened, and I had an extra game console in my hand. I was playing a shooting game at the time, so I pulled them all into a shooting game and headshot each of them."

Ji Minghuan was stunned for quite a while, then said, "Impressive, but don't suddenly pull me into 'Persona' while playing and then shout 'Persona,' using your persona mask to beat me up."

"I can't do that kind of thing."

"Why not?"

"I can only pull people into simple games."

"Have you ever thought of pulling the mentor into a shooting game?"

Mario remained silent.

The mentor's voice rang again from the penguin head device: "Ji Minghuan..."