My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 95 Brother and Sister Meet (asking for monthly ticket)

"...Mythical news?" Ji Minghuan muttered, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The instructor said slowly, "Indeed, a mythical wonder, the rarest kind of wonder in the world... This also means he can directly share the power of the gods."

He paused. "Next time you come by, I'll talk to you about this kid. You'll meet him sooner or later anyway. Just like Firion, he needs a friend."

"Can't I tell you now?" Ji Minghuan frowned. "You're always like this, teasing people and then running away."

The instructor smiled and said, "Don't you want to rest? Go to bed now... Good night."

After saying this, the instructor walked towards the exit without looking back. The lights went out, and the entire prison cell slowly darkened.

Ji Minghuan curled his lips, sat in the darkness in deep thought, and watched his mentor leave.

He still remembered: his mentor had told him before that "mythical level" was the highest level among the strange fragments, and its birth was directly related to the myths and legends of various places.

For example: Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Zeus, the God of the Underworld, Hades, Yamata no Orochi, Izanagi...

If Ji Minghuan didn't quite understand how powerful these unfamiliar concepts were when his mentor mentioned them, now he has a suitable reference in his mind.

That is "Li Qingping" - his best friend and also the deputy captain of the Wangting team, which is famous in the Whale Box Garden.

On the character panel measured by Ji Minghuan using the "Restraint Belt Detection", it was shown that Li Qingping's "Red Dragon Wales" was a "Generational Level" Wonder Fragment;
The children imprisoned in the Salvation Society possess "mythical-level" fragments of strange stories, which are one level higher than the "generational level".

Since Li Qingping's attributes are comparable to those of the Ghost Bell, he at least possesses the strength of a "quasi-catastrophe level". In other words... the holder of a "mythical-level" anecdote must, at the very least, possess the strength of a "catastrophe level".

Even more than that...

After all, the mentor said that if Ji Minghuan had never been born in this world, the strongest human in the world would be the Strange Talker who possessed "mythical-level strange news".

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan couldn't help but sigh, feeling that breaking through the Savior Society's defenses would become more difficult.
"If the holder of this mythical anecdote has been successfully brainwashed like Firion, then when I bring the outsiders to attack, wouldn't it be as difficult to overcome their defenses as completing Dark Souls on one life?"

He felt like he was being fooled by his mentor. Everything he knew about the "Salvation Society" was shrouded in fog, and he couldn't grasp or touch it no matter what...

The mentor first told him that his parents used to be members of the Salvation Society, and then told him that there was a holder of a "mythical-level wonder" imprisoned in the Salvation Society's base?
If this is true, how powerful must this salvation society be?
I'm afraid... no organization in the world can compare to them. If one day these people in the Salvation Society suddenly change their minds and no longer want to "save the world" but want to destroy the world, it is only a matter of time.

Who can stop these monsters being cultivated in the laboratory?

"If my parents are really members of the Salvation Society, then did they realize that there was something wrong with this organization, so they disappeared for so many years?"

Ji Minghuan pondered for a long time, and recalled that stormy night when he was locked in the closet in his room, trembling with fear as he listened to the thunder outside, waiting in the dark for his parents to return.

He was four years old at the time and curled up in the closet for a whole day and night. Finally, he was too hungry to bear it anymore, so he opened the closet and walked out, stumbling onto the street.

A neighbor found him, gave him food, and shortly thereafter he was institutionalized.

For some reason, the police never looked for his parents. He later learned that his parents had most likely secretly arranged for him to be sent to the orphanage.

"What a fucking world..." Ji Minghuan laughed at himself, stood up from the chair, and walked slowly to the bed.

He leaned his body and fell on the soft bed, closed his eyes, and his consciousness shifted to Gu Wenyu. He looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only three o'clock in the morning in Tokyo.

So I set an alarm on my phone for 5 AM Japan time and went back to sleep for two hours.

The bell rang. Ji Minghuan opened his bloodshot eyes, yawned, and said the first auspicious words of every morning:

"I'd rather die……"

Then he closed his eyes and stood up from the bed stiffly and slowly like a robot.

Fifteen meters of restraints stretched out from his cuffs, and he fetched a cup and toothbrush from the bathroom for him. Then he returned to the hotel's large bed and brushed Ji Minghuan's teeth, who had his head drooping.

The other restraint handed over a wet wool towel and wiped his face.

Finally, the restraints put the toiletries back into the toilet and propped them against the walls on the front and back of the room, helping Ji Minghuan to take a look at the movements of Gu Qiye and Gu Zhuo'an: the hotel room of the father and son was still empty, with no one in sight.

It seems that the two of them did not return to the hotel last night.

Even after asking his personal guard to help him wash up, Ji Minghuan's eyelids were still drooping and his figure was shaky.

He yawned and mentally planned his schedule. "I have to follow my sister today... Ke Qirui will be meeting Blue Arc with the Ghost Train crew today. Following them will lead me to the meeting place for the auction bodyguards. That way, I can get some inside information."

Thinking of this, he silently stretched out his right hand and took out his cell phone from the bed.

Then he forced himself to raise his eyelids, wrapped every corner of his body with restraints, extended a restraint from his right sleeve, and opened the floor-to-ceiling window of the room.

To distribute the gravity, he slightly bent the five fingers of his right hand, grabbed the restraints and pulled them downwards. The body, which lost its gravity, shot out like a spring. In the process, the restraints gradually changed from pitch black to transparent.

By the time he walked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, his figure had already disappeared silently into the air.

Ten minutes later, in Tokyo, at the Qing Benhua Hotel. In front of the hotel, Hei Pupa was hanging upside down beneath a ginkgo tree beside the road. He lifted his restraint-wrapped fingers and rubbed his Tianming acupoint. He closed his eyes, resting his mind, and quietly observed the hotel's front exit through the senses of his restraints.

It was only five o'clock, and the sky in Tokyo was still dark. The whole hotel seemed to be asleep.

Then the black pupa fell asleep as well. Because he was still hanging upside down, his posture was very strange, with his head tilted backward and downward without moving.

If it weren't for the restraints on his head, his saliva might have dripped onto the head of a lucky passerby who was jogging in the morning.

It was just dawn and the first rays of morning light shone down, illuminating the iron-gray hotel.

Hei Pupa then woke up and rubbed the Tianming acupoint through the restraints. He thought that this was his first time squatting on someone and he didn't expect it to be so painful.

After a while, two figures walked out of the hotel lobby. One was a woman wearing a brown windbreaker and a beret; the other was a girl with a high ponytail. She was wearing a black suit and black gloves, and looked more heroic than the boy.

The former is undoubtedly Ke Qirui, you don't even need to look at her face, her iconic outfit betrays her;

It’s a bit hard to say about the latter because he doesn’t look like Su Zimai.

Hei Pupa scratched his chin and squinted his eyes to stare at the girl in a suit and high ponytail next to Ke Qirui. Apart from her appearance, her height and temperament were exactly the same as Su Zimai.

"My sister is... wearing a human face mask?" He quickly made a guess. "Ke Qirui is really thoughtful. Is he afraid that my sister will be retaliated by the brigade?"

Ke Qirui and Su Zimai waited in front of the hotel for a while and then got into a taxi.

The black pupa distributed the gravity to the restraint belt, shuttled between high-rise buildings, and followed closely behind the taxi.

Not long after, the taxi stopped above an empty coastal road. Turning around, we could see a large private villa by the sea.

Black Pupa also landed on a public bench on the coastal highway. He sat down, raised his right arm and placed it on the back of the chair, then glanced sideways at the bodyguard at the entrance of the villa.

There was no cover in this place, so it was not suitable for playing with mobile phones. So he switched to Xia Pingzhou's body and searched the address on his mobile phone. Rumor has it that this villa seemed to be the place where the elders of the eight major underworld families gathered, usually to discuss important matters.

Soon, Ke Qirui and Su Zimai got out of the car and stopped above the coastal highway.

Su Zimai turned her head and gazed at the distant sea. Ke Qirui leaned close to Su Zimai, helped her adjust her earrings and the collar of her suit, said something with a smile, and then turned and led her into the heavily guarded private villa.

The guards looked at them coldly and raised their hands to make a no-entry gesture.

Ke Qirui reached into her windbreaker pocket and silently showed the guard her official Exorcist Association ID. A dozen or so guards in suits immediately formed two respectful rows, clearing a path for them.

"Wow... Mr. Ke is so influential in the Exorcist Association?" Black Pupa raised an eyebrow. "As expected of an S-class Sky Exorcist."

At this moment, a deafening roar was suddenly heard not far away.

Black Pupa, who was sitting on the wooden chair, slowly turned his head and saw a deep blue lightning flashing across the empty coastal road and then stopped at the entrance of the seaside villa.

Immediately afterwards, the tiny arcs of electricity stretching in the air slowly dissipated, and a figure wearing a cyan-blue metal combat suit and a metal helmet appeared in everyone's sight.

The bodyguards in sunglasses took a deep breath, sweat streaming down their foreheads. How could they not have heard of Blue Arc? He was China's most famous alien. But seeing him in person was inevitably shocking.

Su Zimai and Ke Qirui stopped, their expressions different: the one on the left narrowed her eyes, the one on the right raised her eyebrows, and an interested smile appeared from under the brim of her hat.

Black Pupa sighed silently: "Hey, how great would it be if my sister didn't wear a human face mask? I want to see big brother drag her home and spank her."

Lan Hu stood up and walked towards the entrance step by step. He looked up at Ke Qirui from behind the electronic lenses embedded in his helmet, and then looked at Su Zimai.

At this time, his gaze lingered on Su Zimai for two more seconds.

For some reason... although he had never seen her face before, he felt that this girl in a black suit gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

Ke Qirui walked over with confidence, stretched out his bony right hand, and said with a smile:
"Hello, Ke Qirui. I'm also a member of the core bodyguard team this time. I've heard of Mr. Blue Arc for a long time, but this is the first time I've met him."

"Hello, Miss Ke Qirui." Lan Hu said as he stretched out his metal gloves and shook hands with Ke Qirui.

He thought for a moment and said, "Wait... I think I've heard your name before. Don't give me any hints yet, let me guess... Uh, the holder of the train demon, right?"

"Indeed... In our world of exorcists, the Train Demon's reputation generally overshadows mine, so much so that I can't even tell who's the demon and who's the exorcist anymore."

Ke Qirui said calmly and self-deprecatingly.

"Then... who is this lady over here?"

Lan Hu said as he turned to look at Su Zimai, who was wearing a black suit and a high ponytail.

A gust of sea breeze blew, and the two men's eyes met. Lan Hu and Su Zimai remained silent.

Gu Qiye looked at Su Zimai's face carefully, and he couldn't tell why he felt so strange.

(End of this chapter)