My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

The cool-toned light suffuses the confinement room, where several children sit in front of the television, discussing something animatedly. Their faces are illuminated in a somewhat pale hue.

After some discussion among them, they decided to abandon any slogans.

Ji Minghuan seemed surprised that even Kong Youling did not support the slogan he proposed. He hung his head like a deflated balloon, focusing on picking up discs from the floor, ignoring the three behind him.

After a moment, he suddenly asked, "By the way... do you guys know what the name of the last sixth child is?"

"The sixth child?" Filio muttered, puzzled.

Ji Minghuan nodded, "Didn't the mentor tell you? There's another kid here bound to a 'mythical-level anecdote.' Out of so many people, does anyone know his name or what his anecdote is?"

Upon hearing this, the three children in front of the television exchanged glances.

"Must be Pigsy," Sun Changkong said, crossing his arms and snorting twice, "Then I'll have a junior disciple."

"Boss lady, you already have many little brothers, you don't need a pig," Ji Minghuan said, "Besides... I feel Pigsy is at most a 'generational-level' anecdote, not even as good as Tang Monk."

"What's so great about Tang Monk?" Sun Changkong asked, sitting cross-legged, blinking curiously at him.

"Tang Monk is incredible," Ji Minghuan huffed, "We could divide his flesh and eat it, then we can live forever and ride out the end of the world together."

Filio's ears stood up sharply, a shiver ran through his whole body, "Ji Minghuan, I don't eat people, I don't eat people... I really don't eat people."

He murmured quietly, curled up, hugging his tail, looking fearfully at the ground.

Ji Minghuan froze, feeling like he had unwittingly touched the werewolf's sore spot.

"Alright, alright, I was just joking, I won't make you eat people," he said, patting Filio's wolf ears, thinking you're even worse than a gluttonous shark, Sharky eats anything.

To change the subject, he turned to Mario on the chair and continued asking:

"Mario, do you know what the other mythical-level anecdote here is?"

"I seem to have heard the mentor mention it..." Mario said, "They said it's foreign mythology, but I forgot which country's mythology."

"Greek mythology?" Ji Minghuan was taken aback.

Mario played on the game console expressionlessly for a while, then nodded.

Ji Minghuan withdrew his gaze from his face, raised his eyebrows curiously, pondering:

"Oh... fragments from Greek mythology, could it be something like Poseidon, Hades, the God of the Underworld, or Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom?"

In fact, he knew little about Greek mythology. These awe-inspiring names were ones he had encountered while watching "Saint Seiya" with Kong Youling in the computer room.

With a "clang," the Black Cocoon swallowed up the disc, and images began to play on the television.

Ji Minghuan looked up at the TV screen, scratched his head, and suddenly thought, "Wait a minute, the last child's mythical fragment better not be 'Zeus'... then the Salvation Society's subsequent instance would really be Hell-level difficulty for me."

"What are you thinking?" Kong Youling tugged his sleeve and raised a notebook to ask.

"Nothing, we're going to London tomorrow, are you happy?" He turned his head, curling his lips at her.

"Happy, my first trip!"

"Mhm, mhm, after we tourist in London, we'll escape on a penguin spaceship, those Salvation Society idiots won't catch us."

"Really?"

"Really."

Sun Changkong suddenly moved his gaze away from the TV screen, glanced at the two of them, then hugged his knees, silently watching the TV. His fiery red pupils reflected the screen, glowing brightly.

Soon, not even halfway through the movie, the mentor's voice came from above their heads, "Time to rest, children. We still have to go to London tomorrow, conserve your strength."

As the words fell, the metal gate opened with a rumble, and the silhouettes of the white-robed experimenters were already lined up under the passage's light screen.

Sun Changkong was the first to rise without half a greeting or a word, walking out of the confinement room.

Mario was the second to rise, looking down at the game console, expressionless as he entered the passage.

Ji Minghuan glanced at Sun Changkong's back, then pressed the pause button on the remote control, turned to Kong Youling and Filio, saying to them, "You two better go back to sleep too, or you'll get scolded by the mentor again."

Filio nodded, "Goodbye, Ji Minghuan, I'll definitely protect you all tomorrow."

"With your words, I'm at ease, big doggie."

After saying this, he turned to Kong Youling, "Tomorrow... we'll meet in London."

A moment later, the children all left the confinement room. The door closed. The lights went out.

In the darkness, Ji Minghuan sat motionless on the chair, in a daze for a while, then lay down on the bed.

Just then, his pupils slightly contracted, suddenly feeling a subtle sting on his neck, as if a small needle grew from the inside of the collar.

Suddenly, his consciousness became hazy, as if blanketed by a mist, making it impossible to think clearly, and he was on the verge of drifting into slumber.

"A sedative..."

Upon realizing this, while he still retained some awareness, Ji Minghuan exerted all his strength to split his spirit apart, spreading and synchronizing it with the perspective of several game bodies in his mind.

At that moment, on the other side in China Li Jing, it was the dead of night, and the plane carrying Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami had just arrived at London International Airport in the United Kingdom.

There is a seven-hour time difference between London and Li Jing, and the sun was setting in the west over here.

As the plane descended with a roar, one could see the Thames River shimmering in the sunset from above, with birds gliding over Millennium Bridge, which connects St. Paul's Cathedral and the Tate Gallery at either end.

A light rain was drizzling from the sky, veiling the Gothic spires in a misty shroud.

Ayase Origami gently reached out, waking Xia Pingzhou, who was resting on her shoulder. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids and lifted his gaze, where the remnants of the sunset's red glow were reflected on the girl's fair cheeks.

Staring at her profile for a moment, Xia Pingzhou thought, "How ruthless... The mentor must have injected my body with a fast-acting sedative, and it's not a regular one... Almost fell into an eternal sleep."

"Have we arrived?" he asked.

"We have," she replied.

"Really fast..." Xia Pingzhou said, yawning, as he lifted his head from Ayase Origami's shoulder.

"London and Venice are close. It's only a two-hour flight," said Jack the Ripper, arms crossed, as he asked the two, "What are your plans next?"

"Find a hotel and sleep." "Sleep."

Xia Pingzhou and Ayase Origami spoke in unison, the former swaying, seemingly still not fully awake, thus leaning his head back on the kimono-clad girl's shoulder, closing his eyes.

Jack the Ripper passed by his seat, coldly saying, "I don't mind turning you into a pile of organs, packing you into a bag, and taking you to the hotel."

Xia Pingzhou remained silent, and Ayase Origami merely lowered her head, looking at a collection of haikus, seemingly without any intention to wake Xia Pingzhou, knowing there were still two or three minutes before the cabin door closed.

Ji Minghuan synchronized his consciousness with the perspective of Body No. 1.

Since Xia Pingzhou had arrived in London, it was time to focus on the Black Cocoon's matters.

...

.....

At the same time, in a residential building in the Gu Yima District, China Li Jing.

In a dimly lit room, Gu Wenyu sat up from the bed, raised his right arm, pressed the restraint belt against the wall, and glanced at the time on the wall under the moonlight: "01:30."

He scratched his tousled hair, took out the phone from under his pillow, and glanced at it through drooping eyelids.

[Ke Qirui: 2:30 AM, the abandoned train station near the Gu Yima District, I'll be waiting for you here.]

[Black Cocoon: Received, Miss Ke.]

[Ke Qirui: Move quickly, we need to reach London tonight and plan ahead. The Red Traffic Light should be en route to London as well.]

[Black Cocoon: I am always punctual, rest assured.]

[Ke Qirui: By the way, Mr. Omniscient Black Cocoon, you surely won't get lost, right? Need me to send a navigation guide?]

[Black Cocoon: No need, Miss Ke Zinan will guide me.]

[Ke Qirui: You have such a peculiar taste, so fond of stalking young girls?]

[Black Cocoon: Incorrect, I am merely ensuring her safety. It's not gentlemanly to let a young girl walk alone at night.]

[Ke Qirui: If she realized there's a giant moth following her, she'd be even more terrified!]

[Black Cocoon: Not at all. I gifted her something a few days ago; she should be infatuated with me now.]

[Ke Qirui: Anyway, let's cut the chatter. Hurry up.]

Gu Wenyu set down his phone, extended a restraint belt against the wall, and the restraint sensing penetrated the walls, allowing him to check his sister's room.

Under the moonlight, a white nightdress lay on the floor. Su Zimai had changed into a sharp black suit, donned a face mask, and tied her hair in a high ponytail, which instantly made her look more spirited and valiant.

Staring into the mirror, her reflection showed a determined gaze, as if she had resolved to handle important matters.

"Dressed like the auction, paired with this determined look, damn, the Diaper Demon is gearing up again..."

Gu Wenyu rubbed his dark circles, thinking in frustration, then groaned softly as he slowly sat up from the bed.

A restraint belt extended from his sleeve, pulling out a box from beneath the wardrobe, from which he took a black tailcoat and a dark red mask.

After donning the Black Cocoon's attire, he wrapped himself with a restraint belt, becoming transparent, and then opened the window. Under the moonlight, he leapt out, vanishing into the darkness.