My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS

In the dimly lit living room, Gu Qiye raised his right hand, curling his five fingers, with black lightning flickering at his fingertips.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly frowned slightly, looking down at the pitch-black arc.

"What... is this situation?"

It wasn't until this moment that Gu Qiye realized there was a strange symptom in his superpower.

The arc expanded uncontrollably outward like a beast released from its cage.

So he held his breath and focused, trying to control the lightning and restore it to its usual state.

Gradually, the color of the electric light changed from black to dark blue, shrinking inward as if exhausted, clinging to the skin. The uncontrollable feeling weakened significantly, and the lightning at his fingertips gradually stabilized.

Gu Qiye breathed a sigh of relief.

And at the moment the blue electric light lit up, the living room was illuminated, and Gu Wenyu's face was also lit up.

Su Zimai was eagerly anticipating Gu Wenyu's reaction with malicious delight, and now she clearly saw his bewildered expression, unable to help covering her mouth, her cheeks puffed up slightly.

But the next second, just as she was about to start mocking, Ji Minghuan suddenly disconnected from Unit One.

Gu Wenyu's eyes went black, his whole body went limp, and he "fainted" on the living room sofa.

The siblings just stared dumbfounded at Gu Wenyu collapsing onto the sofa, momentarily stunned.

"Wenyu!" "Big brother?"

The next moment, Gu Qiye extinguished the lightning in his hand; Su Zimai pressed a button to turn on the living room lights.

They both stepped forward, rushing toward Gu Wenyu.

At this moment, Ji Minghuan opened his eyes in the pitch-black detention room.

Although he saw the figure sitting in the chair out of the corner of his eye, he remained indifferent, merely clasping his hands in front of his stomach, looking at the silvery-white ceiling, listening to the sounds coming from Unit One.

"Why is his mental resilience so weak?" Su Zimai was shocked.

"Should we perform CPR?" Gu Qiye asked blankly.

"No, no, no, if anyone's doing it, it should be me!"

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you might accidentally electrocute him!"

"Come on, am I an electric porcupine or something?" Gu Qiye said as he checked on Gu Wenyu's condition, "He seems fine, just fainted for no reason."

Su Zimai furrowed her brows and speculated:

"What's going on? Maybe last night big brother stayed up late playing games at a classmate's house, and today he got shocked by you, almost going into cardiac arrest?"

"Maybe." Gu Qiye sighed, sitting down on the sofa, "Anyway, let him sleep for a while. If he doesn't wake up, we'll take him to the hospital."

"Will he pretend to have amnesia when he wakes up?"

"It's possible."

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan no longer paid attention to Unit One's perspective and instead turned his head from the bed.

He looked at the silhouette in the darkness.

The Mentor had appeared on the chair at some point, his glasses reflecting a silvery light.

Last night before going to bed, Ji Minghuan didn't bother to turn off the TV, so the paused scene from "Attack on Titan" where Mikasa beheaded Eren was still on screen.

The screen emitted a faint fluorescent glow, outlining the Mentor's figure.

The Mentor, as always, sat quietly in the chair, fingers interlaced, his gaze wise and profound beneath the lenses.

And the reason Ji Minghuan suddenly disconnected Unit One was that he sensed the Mentor's silent arrival.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Minghuan asked, "Or rather, what exactly are you planning?" He squinted his eyes, "First without notifying, then without turning on the light, aren't you afraid I'll be scared unconscious by you?"

The Mentor was silent for a long time, then spoke:

"Ji Minghuan, just now, we received a message from the Prophet."

"The Prophet?"

"Yes, after many days, that Prophet suddenly wrote to tell us," the Mentor said, "that he might come to the Salvation Society's base to meet you in person."

"Meet me in person?" Ji Minghuan was stunned, "What do you mean? What's gotten into him suddenly?"

"He didn't explain the reason, just asked me to inform you of this in advance," the Mentor said slowly, "Because we still don't know the origins of this Prophet, we must be on high alert."

"Why be on guard?" Ji Minghuan sat up, "Aren't you trusting him a lot?"

"We are indeed convinced by his abilities," the Mentor said deeply, "After all, each of his prophecies has helped us avoid some major disasters, and even the existence of the 'Light-Eating Bees' is something he told us."

"Light-Eating Bee? That race you mentioned before?"

"Yes, the Prophet told us: The existence of the Light-Eating Bees is extremely dangerous, and they might destroy entire two countries in the future," the Mentor said, "That's why we recently sent out the Light-Eating Bees' clues, getting Rainbow Wings to start taking this issue seriously."

"Oh oh, so that's how it is."

Ji Minghuan said, looking up at the Mentor: "Then why are you so wary of him? If not for him, wouldn't this world have fallen apart?"

"It's simple, we still don't know his intentions," the Mentor said, "If the Prophet wants to use your powers for something dangerous, it will be too late once he gets close to you."

Ji Minghuan fell silent.

He always felt the Prophet was quite peculiar, but he still wasn't sure about the real identity and intentions of this person — whether they were good or bad for him.

The Prophet wants the Salvation Society to meet me?

What's his plan? Is he going to eliminate me personally?

Something like one of those "in a hundred timelines where the world is destroyed, he found a method to kill me" scripts?

Come on, just thinking about this makes me a bit scared, but if he really comes, the Salvation Society definitely won't let him through.

Ji Minghuan hung his head low, thoughts swirling in his mind.

"This matter is of great significance to us. A collaborator we've never met has finally lifted their veil." The Mentor said, "So I need you to cooperate with us in the short term. No matter what anomaly you find, let us know immediately; this could very well be related to the Prophet."

"Is the Prophet that formidable? He can still contact me without you knowing?"

"Hard to say." The Mentor shook his head. "In any case, being cautious is always the right move."

Ji Minghuan snorted, "Isn't he a good guy? He even helped you capture me, so why are you so nervous?"

He paused, "But I think that guy is just a charlatan. I'm not actually going to destroy the world; it's all nonsense from him."

"Then how do you explain all his previous prophecies coming true?"

"That's just him suddenly losing his mind this time." Ji Minghuan sighed, "Just because his previous prophecies were right doesn't necessarily mean this one is too. I still don't get why you trust such a mysterious figure."

"Let's end this conversation here. Same advice as always, be careful."

"Got it," said Ji Minghuan. "Now scram, you're disturbing my sleep. If I didn't have a strong mentality, you'd have scared me to death."

"I only just received the information too, didn't do any preparation, and rushed over immediately," the Mentor smiled, "I was worried about you."

"I'm going to vomit if you say anything more."

Ji Minghuan waved his hand, "Remember to turn on the lights next time. Don't watch me in the dark like some creep."

"Rest well, I've been overly tense."

With that, the Mentor smiled, got up from the chair, and turned towards the exit of the detention room.

Ji Minghuan watched his back as he left. Only when the metal door closed did he breathe a true sigh of relief.

"There's not a single normal person in the Salvation Society."

He mumbled, lay back on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The Prophet, huh?

If he wants to come, let him come, but the premise is that he has to break through the Salvation Society's defenses — the Mentor likely won't let him see me.

With that in mind, Ji Minghuan closed his eyes and shifted his consciousness to Machine Number One.

....

....

As soon as he connected to the machine, Gu Wenyu's eyes hadn't opened yet, but his body shot up from the sofa like a spring.

Su Zimai and Gu Qiye were stunned. They were just discussing whether to take Gu Wenyu to the hospital.

"Wenyu, are you okay?" "Bro, are you alright?"

As if witnessing a zombie reviving from the Qing Dynasty, they stammered, eyes wide open in disbelief.

Gu Wenyu stared at the sofa for a while, then, like a robot, slowly turned his head to look at Gu Qiye, belatedly saying:

"No way, are you really Blue Arc?!"

Gu Qiye hadn't quite regained his senses, fearing Gu Wenyu might pass out again, and hastily replied:

"I'm not Blue Arc, Xiaomai is Blue Arc."

Su Zimai was taken aback, pointed at himself, and raised an eyebrow, "I'm Blue Arc? I had no idea."

"Little Sis is Blue Arc?" Gu Wenyu asked.

"Yes, she's Blue Arc." Gu Qiye nodded quickly.

Gu Wenyu pointed at himself, "She's Blue Arc, then who am I?"

"You're Gu Wenyu." Gu Qiye was dumbfounded.

"I'm not Blue Arc?" Gu Wenyu muttered, holding his head, "Then am I Ghost Bell? If I'm not Ghost Bell, then could Ghost Bell be dad? Is dad Blue Arc? Did Ghost Bell create Blue Arc?"

With those words, he abruptly closed his eyes and collapsed back onto the sofa.

Like a corpse, gradually growing cold, slowly losing Tokyo.

Just at that moment, Gu Zhuo Case entered through the porch, carrying a bag of groceries.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he looked at the siblings with serious expressions in the living room, then glanced at the fainted Gu Wenyu on the sofa.

After a while, he finally spoke:

"What Ghost Bell, Blue Arc... what are you talking about?"