My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

One minute ago, inside the Movie World.

The long street of black and white lay desolate, with gothic spires stretching endlessly. A giant clock tower stood at the city center, its pendulum swaying ceaselessly.

Soon after, a total of seven movie screens suddenly appeared on the silent street reminiscent of a silent film.

One by one, figures emerged from the screens: Xia Pingzhou, the Queen's Statue, an unconscious traffic light, and the four members of the Ghost Train Corps.

They merged into this black-and-white world, gradually losing their original colors.

Xia Pingzhou paused slightly, lowering his head to look at his fading body. It was his first time entering Ke Qirui's movie space, so the surprise was natural.

He raised his head and looked around; the entire world was in black and white, with neither the sound of wind nor the sound of people. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.

Ke Qirui slipped her pipe back into her coat pocket, then spoke to break the silence.

She said, "We should be temporarily safe here. Let's stay in the Movie World for a while and assess the situation before heading out."

As she spoke, she turned to the silent Xia Pingzhou, asking: "Xia Pingzhou, do you know those children?"

Xia Pingzhou met her gaze, thinking that no matter how skilled a hacker might be, they probably couldn't infiltrate the electronics inside the Movie World, so there's no need to worry about being eavesdropped on.

With that in mind, he shook his head and replied:

"No...but I instinctively feel they're strong; we can't beat them."

The Queen's Statue, with cold flames burning in its eye sockets, surveyed the silent world like a noble swan.

Su Zimai turned her head, scrutinizing Xia Pingzhou as if looking for trouble: "You've never fought them, so why do you think that?"

Xia Pingzhou couldn't be bothered to respond or even spare her a glance.

"Ultimately, do we really need to run?" Xu Sanyan said, holding a cigarette, "Although the opponent's background and strength are unclear, they're just a few kids."

Smoke wreathed around his fingertips, and even the lighter's flame was black.

Lin Zhengquan folded his arms and spoke calmly: "Do not question the leader's decision."

Su Zimai furrowed her brows, visibly puzzled. But remembering Black Cocoon's warning about unexpected guests during this operation, she was relieved.

She lowered her gaze to the traffic light on the ground: "Although we've captured the traffic light, we must bring him back to the association, or he will die from excessive bleeding soon."

"I can heal him."

Saying this, Xia Pingzhou reached for the Black and White Ring Road and pinched the shadow of the Bishop's Statue.

If the traffic light died, he naturally wouldn't be able to extract Salvation Society's intel from him through Black Cocoon. Therefore, the goal of this operation was to capture the traffic light alive rather than to kill him.

And the Salvation Society's Mentor mentioned: If possible, even killing the traffic light would be acceptable.

This indicates...that there must be secrets Salvation Society wants to bury on the traffic light.

A "click" sounded as the chess shadow shattered.

Then, holding a thick tome, the white-robe-wearing Bishop's Statue appeared beside Xia Pingzhou.

With solemness, the Bishop's Statue lowered its gaze and flipped through the tome while reciting phrases from the Bible.

A stream of holy light dispersed from the pages, covering the wound on the traffic light's back. His injuries were visibly healing; broken bones mended, and open flesh closed up.

Su Zimai folded her arms and hesitated momentarily before asking: "You healed him, but won't he suddenly wake up and bash our heads with the traffic light pole?"

Xia Pingzhou calmly said, "I only healed the fatal part of the wound, and I used the Magician Demon to put him into a deep sleep, so he definitely won't wake up for a while."

"You've contracted the Magician Demon?"

"If you think so, that's it..." Xia Pingzhou said. He didn't want to tell Su Zimai that he could gather disposable Demon Chess Species by killing demons, fearing it might hurt her pride.

Ke Qirui was silent for a while: "I initially thought Mr. Black Cocoon was joking with us, but unexpectedly, this operation really encountered someone with mythical-level rumors."

"Mythical-level rumors?"

The other three members of the Ghost Train Corps looked up, doubtful.

Ke Qirui nodded and nonchalantly said:

"Indeed, the thing the little girl was sitting on should be 'Somersault Cloud,' and the stick she summoned is 'Golden Cudgel.' This is likely the power of mythical-level rumor 'Great Sage Equal to Heaven.'

She paused: "Thus, the other four kids mingling with her probably possess unusual abilities too."

The other three members of the Ghost Train Corps had a slight start.

Ke Qirui had taken them away so fast that they hadn't had time to see the details; they only spotted the five kids.

So, they might have narrowly escaped disaster by chance?

Ke Qirui lowered her hat's brim, quietly pondering on the black-and-white street.

Last night during the train journey, Black Cocoon had instructed everyone:

"Miss Ke, if you truly encounter someone from that 'mysterious organization' during this operation, never think of confronting them. Instead, at the first opportunity, escape with all your might, by any means necessary.

"Before the operation starts, both sides can use phones to contact each other, but during the operation, never carry any electronic devices, and...under no circumstances reveal my existence to anyone.