My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 107 - 94: Siblings Reunited (Requesting Monthly Tick

"...Anecdote Fragnt of myth-level?" Ji Minghuan muttered, unable to resist raising an eyebrow.

The ntor said slowly: "That’s right, myth-level Anecdote Fragnt, the world’s rarest category of Anecdote Fragnt... This also ans he can directly harness the power of deities."

He paused: "Next ti when you co here, I’ll talk to you about this child, since you’ll et him eventually. Just like Filio, he needs a friend."

"Can’t talk about it now?" Ji Minghuan frowned, "You always do this, leaving a cliffhanger and then disappearing."

The ntor smiled: "Weren’t you about to rest? For now, you should go to sleep... Goodnight."

After speaking, the ntor walked towards the exit without turning back. The lights went out, and the entire detention room slowly faded into darkness.

Ji Minghuan pursed his lips, sitting in the dark, pondering as he watched the ntor’s silhouette disappear.

He rembered: the ntor had previously told him that "myth-level" is the highest grade among Anecdote Fragnts, and its creation is closely tied to myths and legends around the world.

Examples include: Sun Wukong the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Zeus the Head of the Gods, Hades the God of the Underworld, Orochi, Izanagi...

If at that ti hearing these unfamiliar concepts from the ntor, Ji Minghuan’s mind struggled to understand their might, now he had a suitable reference in his mind.

That is "Li Qingping"—his best buddy, who is also the renowned Vice Captain of the Royal Court Team in Whale Terrarium.

On the character panel that Ji Minghuan detected using "Restraint Detection," Li Qingping’s "Red Dragon Wales" is shown as a "generation-level" Anecdote Fragnt;

Whereas the child confined in the Salvation Society possesses an Anecdote Fragnt that is one grade higher than "generation-level," which is "myth-level."

Since Li Qingping’s attributes are comparable to Ghost Bell, he at least possesses "Quasi-Calamity-level" power, so... the holder of the "myth-level" Anecdote Fragnt must, at least, possess "Calamity-level" power.

Or even far beyond that...

After all, the ntor ntioned that if Ji Minghuan hadn’t been born into this world, the strongest human would be the Anecdote Envoy holding the "myth-level Anecdote Fragnt."

Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the difficulty of breaking through the Salvation Society’s defenses had intensified:

"If the holder of this myth-level Anecdote Fragnt has already been brainwashed like Filio, then when I lead the outsiders to break through, crossing their defenses would be as challenging as clearing ’Dark Soul’ with only one life."

He felt like he was being swayed by the ntor, and his perception of the Salvation Society was shrouded in mystery, untouchable and elusive...

The ntor first told him that his parents used to be mbers of the Salvation Society, then inford him that their base houses a "myth-level Anecdote Fragnt" holder?

If this is true, how powerful must this Salvation Society be?

Perhaps... no organization in the world could compare to them. If one day this group from the Salvation Society suddenly decides to turn against "salvation" and aim for world destruction, it would rely be a matter of ti.

Who could possibly stop these creatures bred in a lab?

"If my parents really were mbers of the Salvation Society, might they have sensed sothing wrong with the organization, so they vanished for years?"

Ji Minghuan pondered for a long ti, recalling the stormy night when he was locked in the closet, trembling as he listened to the thunder outside, waiting in the dark for his parents to return.

Back then, at four years old, he curled up in the closet, spending an entire day and night. Finally, starving, he had to open the closet and stagger to the street.

A neighbor found him and gave him food, and shortly after, he was sent to the Welfare Institute.

For so reason, the police never searched for his parents from start to finish. Later, he realized it was likely his parents secretly arranged for him to be sent to the Welfare Institute.

"Damn world..." Ji Minghuan chuckled self-deprecatingly, rising from the chair and slowly walking to the bed.

He leaned over the soft bed, his eyes closed, synchronizing his consciousness with Gu Wenyu, glancing at the wall clock—it’s only three a.m. in Tokyo.

He then set his phone alarm for five a.m. Japan ti and went back to sleep for two hours.

The "dududulululu" ringtone rang out, Ji Minghuan opened his bloodshot eyes, yawned, and uttered the first lucky phrase of each morning:

"Might as well be dead..."

Then he closed his eyes again, rising stiffly and slowly like a robot from the bed.

A fifteen-ter-long restraint belt extended from his sleeve, retrieving a cup and toothbrush from the bathroom, then returned to the hotel bed to brush the drowsy Ji Minghuan’s teeth;

While another restraint belt handed over a damp wool towel to wipe his face.

Finally, the restraint belts placed the wash-up items back in the bathroom, each securing the walls on both sides of the room, checking the movents of Gu Qiye and the Gu Zhuo Case: the father-son duo’s hotel room remained empty, not a single person in sight.

It seed like they didn’t return to the hotel last night.

Even with the help of his attendant for a wash-up, Ji Minghuan’s eyelids still drooped, his silhouette wavering.

He yawned, planning his schedule in mind: "Today I need to track my sister... Ke Qirui will et with the mbers of the Ghost Train Corps and Blue Arc today. Following them will lead to the auction bodyguard group’s eting place, allowing to gather so inside information."

Thinking this, he silently extended his right hand, feeling for his phone on the bed.

He forced his eyelids open, enveloping his entire body in restraint belts, drawing out a belt from his right sleeve, and pulling open the room’s floor-to-ceiling window.

Distributing gravity, his right hand’s five fingers curled slightly, swiftly pulling the restraint belt downward, as the gravity-less form shot out like a spring, with the restraint belt transitioning from black to transparent.

Erging through the floor-to-ceiling window, his figure silently dissolved into the air.

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Ten minutes later, Tokyo, Qingbenhua Hotel.

In front of the hotel, Black Cocoon was hanging upside down under a ginkgo tree by the roadside. He lifted his fingers wrapped in a restraint belt, rubbed the Tianming acupoint, closed his eyes to rest, and quietly used the restraint sensing to observe the front exit of the hotel.

It was only five o’clock, and the sky in Tokyo had not yet brightened. The entire hotel seed to be in a deep sleep.

So Black Cocoon fell asleep as well. Because he remained hanging upside down, his position looked quite bizarre, his head bowed motionlessly backward and downward.

If it weren’t for the restraint belt wrapped around his head, drool might have dripped onto the head of a lucky passerby out for a morning jog.

The sky just began to lighten, and the first rays of morning light fell, illuminating the iron-gray hotel.

Black Cocoon woke up along with it, rubbed the Tianming acupoint through the restraint belt, thinking that this was his first stakeout, and he didn’t expect it to be so torturous.

Not long after, two figures erged from the hotel lobby. One was a woman dressed in a brown trench coat and wearing a beret; the other was a girl with a high ponytail, wearing a black suit and black gloves, looking more dashing than a boy.

The forr was undoubtedly Ke Qirui, there was no need to see her face, her iconic attire gave her away;

The latter was a bit hard to say, as her appearance didn’t resemble Su Zimai.

Black Cocoon scratched his chin, squinting his eyes as he stared at the high ponytail girl beside Ke Qirui. Apart from her looks, her height and deanor were completely consistent with Su Zimai.

"Is my little sister... wearing a face mask?" He quickly made a guess, "Ke Qirui truly has a ticulous mind, is she afraid my sister will be retaliated against by the Corps?"

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

Black Cocoon distributed the gravity onto the restraint belt, shuttling between the high-rise buildings, closely following behind the taxi.

Before long, the taxi stopped on a deserted coastal highway, where, upon turning his head, he could see a vast seaside private villa.

Black Cocoon also landed on a public bench on the coastal highway, sat down, lifted his right arm to rest on the back of the bench, and glanced at the villa entrance’s bodyguards.

This place had no cover, unsuitable for playing on his phone, so he switched to Xia Pingzhou’s body, used his phone to search this address, and rumors had it that this villa seed to be the gathering place for elders of eight major underworld families, generally used for discussing significant matters.

Soon, Ke Qirui and Su Zimai got off the car, pausing on the coastal highway.

Su Zimai turned her head, gazing at the distant sea. Ke Qirui leaned close to her, adjusted her earrings and suit collar, said sothing with a smile, then turned and led her into the heavily guarded private villa.

The guards looked at them coldly, raising their palms to make a gesture of prohibiting entry.

Ke Qirui reached into her trench coat pocket, silently showing the official docunts of the Exorcist Association to the guards. In an instant, the silhouettes of over ten suit-clad guards respectfully lined up in two rows, making way for them.

"Wow... Teacher Ke has such a presence in the Exorcist Association?" Black Cocoon raised an eyebrow, "No wonder she’s an S-rank Celestial Driver holder."

At that mont, suddenly there was a deafening roar from not far away.

Sitting on the wooden bench, Black Cocoon slowly turned his head to see a deep blue lightning streaking along the deserted coastal highway and then stopping at the entrance of the seaside villa.

Subsequently, the frayed blue arcs in the air slowly dissipated, revealing a figure in a blue tallic combat suit, wearing a tal helt, appearing in everyone’s sight.

The sunglassed bodyguards took a deep breath, cold sweat dripping down their foreheads. How could they not have heard of Blue Arc’s na? This was the most famous Mutant in China, but seeing it in person would inevitably be awe-inspiring.

Su Zimai and Ke Qirui stopped, their expressions varied: the one on the left squinted her eyes, while the one on the right raised her eyebrows, revealing an intrigued smile from under the brim of her hat.

Black Cocoon sighed silently, "Ah, if only my sister weren’t wearing the face mask, how nice that would be? I’d like to see the big brother dragging her ho to spank her."

Blue Arc straightened up, walked step by step to the entrance, and from behind the electronic lens embedded in the helt, he looked up at Ke Qirui, then glanced at Su Zimai.

At that mont, his gaze lingered on Su Zimai for two more seconds.

For so reason... although he hadn’t seen the other person’s appearance, this girl in the black suit gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Ke Qirui walked over generously, extended her distinctly jointed right hand, and smiled, saying:

"Hello, I’m Ke Qirui. I’m also a mber of this core bodyguard team, and I’ve heard of Mr. Blue Arc’s na for a long ti, but it’s the first ti I’ve seen him in person today."

"Hello, Miss Ke Qirui." Blue Arc said as he extended his tal-gloved hand and shook hands with Ke Qirui.

He thought for a mont, "Wait... I think I’ve heard your na. Don’t tell , let guess... uh, the holder of the Train Demon, right?"

"Indeed... in our Exorcist Realm, usually it’s the Train Demon’s fa that overshadows mine, making unsure who’s the demon and who’s the exorcist anymore."

Ke Qirui replied with composed self-mockery.

"Then... who might this young lady be?"

Blue Arc said, turning his head to look at Su Zimai in a black suit with a high ponytail.

A sea breeze blew over, and the two locked eyes, both Blue Arc and Su Zimai remained silent.

Gu Qiye carefully scrutinized Su Zimai’s face, unable to put a finger on... the peculiar feeling in his heart.