My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 92 - 081: Frenzy

Chapter 92: Chapter 081: Frenzy

Turning his head, he gazed at the flower-shirted man’s back as he left. Gu Zhuo didn’t stop him—if it were somewhere else, he might chase after him for answers, but he didn’t want to draw attention in this underground bar.

After all, the people gathered here are notable figures in the mafia, not good company.

The bar owner is his college classmate, named Amamiya Chihiro. She was a Japanese transfer student back then.

Gu Zhuo has known her for many years, Amamiya Chihiro witnessed him falling in love with Su Ying, getting married, then later due to the Rainbow Wings incident, spiraling into madness and obsession, abandoning their child to embark on a path of revenge alone. During this time, Amamiya Chihiro also offered him considerable help.

It could be said that Amamiya Chihiro was possibly the last person left in this world who still understood him somewhat.

Today, Amamiya Chihiro said she wanted to see him; it was meant to be a quick meeting, yet troubles ensued. Thinking of this, Gu Zhuo frowned and lowered his eyes to the recording pen the flower-shirted man had placed on the bar counter, before slowly picking it up.

He flipped the pen over, observing it while accepting the drink handed by the waiter.

No matter what contents are in the recording pen, since it appeared here and was specifically named and given to him, it must be significant.

He got up from the round chair and headed towards the restroom of the bar. Seeing no one around, he stepped into a cubicle.

Slowly closed the door, put the toilet lid down, and sat on it.

Gu Zhuo felt some swelling in his head; although a Mutant’s physique far exceeds ordinary people, he drank too much last night, and his vision was still a bit blurry. He rubbed his forehead, then leaned over, carefully pondering the recording pen.

He turned on the power, the interface showed there was only one audio file in it, so he turned the volume to the minimum, selected the audio, and pressed play.

With a "beep——" sound, a clear recording began to play in the cubicle:

"Mr. Gu Qiye, you were only thirteen years old when the incident happened, right? Ever since that day, you’ve harbored hatred towards those ’Mutants’ who wield power under the guise of righteousness... You want to gain enough prestige within the Mutants Association, with unparalleled performance, be recommended by the higher-ups, enter the United Nations Organization ’Rainbow Wings,’ and find the Mutant who crushed your mother like an ant."

"How do you know my identity?"

Silence.

A dead silence.

Gu Zhuo froze as if struck by lightning. His arm holding the recording pen trembled slightly, like in a spasm...

Gradually, his pupils contracted to the size of malt.

"Qiye?"

He rasped, muttering softly.

Gu Zhuo had paid attention to the hostage situation involving Blue Arc and Green Wing at Li Jing Square, and also knew about the mysterious figure "Black Cocoon," which had recently emerged. But he only roughly understood the proceedings, not watching the video for details.

So he hadn’t heard Black Cocoon’s voice.

But the voice of the person in the last sentence of the recording was incredibly familiar; it was the voice of "Blue Arc."

And what shocked Gu Zhuo further was the name at the beginning of the recording:

Gu Qiye.

That was... his son.

The recording pen fell from his hand, spinning slowly in the air before finally dropping to the ground with a crisp sound.

Plink...

Plop...

In the midst of the deathly silence, Gu Zhuo slowly nodded, trembling, casting his gaze upon the seemingly ordinary recording pen, as if staring at an unbearable sun.

"No... this is false, someone in the underworld knows my identity and wants to confuse my perspective with this recording... But who would that be? Why do they know so much about me and those around me? Could it be... Amamiya Chihiro betrayed me?"

Gu Zhuo took a deep breath, calming his chaotic thoughts, lowering his head in contemplation, his face shrouded in an ominous expression.

As if predicting his thoughts, a moment later, the recording pen on the ground emitted sound again:

"By the way, Mr. Gu Zhuo, no one has betrayed you. This recording was made on the night of July 9th, when I helped your precious child Gu Qiye defeat Green Wing, saved him, and then had a private meeting on a path near the square, resulting in this recording."

"Speaking of which... you should know my identity, right?"

Black Cocoon... Within Gu Zhuo’s mind, a sinister silhouette suddenly flashed.

After a short pause, the recording pen again issued that teasing voice:

"Indeed, it’s the name in your mind, Mr. Ghost Bell... On the night of July 15th, which is tomorrow, I will wait for you on top of an abandoned building near the Tokyo Bay Rainbow Bridge."

"I just want to meet you alone, otherwise I’ll reveal the identities of you and your son to the world; the super criminal ’Ghost Bell’ and the Mutant ’Blue Arc’ being father and son would surely cause worldwide commotion instantly, right? If you don’t want to see that happen, then let’s not miss each other."

Black Cocoon, Black Cocoon, Black Cocoon...

Gu Zhuo deeply gazed at the floor, veins bulging on his forehead.

He repeatedly murmured this name in his mind, recalling the end of the Green Wing incident when Blue Arc vanished at Li Jing Square—although Blue Arc firmly denied it, many netizens speculated that there must have been a private meeting between Black Cocoon and Blue Arc that night.

Combining the event details from that time, he slowly arrived at a jaw-dropping conclusion in his heart:

"The recording is... real."

He stood as still as a statue, eyes glazed over, sweat streaming down from his palms and forehead.

In that moment, thoughts in his mind surged like a tsunami, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

He clenched his teeth, clawing at his head, suddenly recalling the first time he battled with Blue Arc, tearing half of Blue Arc’s mask apart.

Seeing the blood-stained face beneath the mask.

At that moment, Gu Zhuo froze for an instant.

Unsure if it was an illusion from not returning home for two years—he actually thought that the half-bloodied face looked a lot like his child.

"No... impossible, impossible..."

Gu Zhuo muttered hoarsely, digging his fingers harder into his forehead, his fingernails scratching to the point of breaking the skin and drawing blood.

Cold sweat trickled down his cheek, gathering at his chin, slowly dripping to the ground, staining it with a small dark spot.

Staring at the black spot like blood, Gu Zhuo’s pupils constricted, suddenly recalling the scenes of battling Blue Arc fiercely, like a beast, inflicting serious injuries with no holds barred:

It was as if he could still hear the crisp sound of bones breaking when his fist struck Blue Arc’s chest;

He could still see the beautiful bloodline slashed across Blue Arc’s neck by his wrist blade, blood flying wrapped in electric arcs dancing in the sky...

Blood...

Flying blood...

The pleasure he felt back then seemed to transform into thousands of fold of guilt at this moment;

The blood splattered on the mask back then seemed to come back, mercilessly splashing onto his face, dyeing the entire view red.

He felt as if the entire world was shrouded in blood, Blue Arc’s wails echoing ceaselessly in his mind. The blood on the mask flowed down endlessly like a river until it drowned him completely.

My son is... Blue Arc?

Gu Qiye... is Blue Arc?

How could it be?

How could this be true?

He suddenly laughed.

"Ha... haha..."

Gu Zhuo’s facial muscles twitched violently, showing a twisted smile... He hadn’t laughed once in the five years since his wife died.

But at this moment, he laughed.

As if laughing at himself, or at how absurd this lie was.

Yet at this moment, his right hand was still trembling. The body does not lie, he knew he was afraid.

So, to overcome this fear, he slowly reached down, picked up the recording pen that had fallen to the ground, and shakily pressed the play button again.

He wanted to confirm whether the content in the recording was his illusion, but before he could press play, his knees gave way and he knelt to the ground, his head bowed.

Fear engulfed his heart at that moment.

He grabbed his neck with both hands, as if trying to suffocate himself, wanting those wailing noises in his mind to fade away, wanting the blood-covered mask to disappear—even as his vein-bulging fingertips scratched his face, he realized he wasn’t wearing a mask.

Yet that blood-stained mask couldn’t be removed...

His son’s blood continued to flow down from it.

Gu Zhuo’s eyes protruded from their sockets, he tilted his head upwards, slowly, forcefully opening his mouth, emitting a silent, hysterical roar, tearing his heart apart, roaring as if his entire chest were about to explode.

At that moment, a deep, beast-like howl resonated from the restroom, echoing through the bar.

Mistakenly believing someone was causing trouble in the restroom, several guards armed with guns rushed in, surrounding the stall.

Bang! Bang! Bang... A continuous dull sound came through—it seemed some creature was repeatedly, masochistically ramming its head against the floor, making the stall door tremble under the flickering dim orange light.

Bean-sized cold sweat dripped from the guards’ foreheads; they had never encountered such a situation before.

Moments later, Gu Zhuo, holding onto the stall door, slowly climbed up from the floor, clenching the recording pen, and pushed the door open to walk out.

Blood streamed down his head, his eyes hollow but his demeanor like that of a frenzied bull, exhaling steam as if it were scorching with each breath.

The guards all pointed their gun muzzles at the man’s head, but the next moment they froze in place, the man raised his head, his crimson pupils seemingly capable of spouting fire. An overwhelming intimidation struck them, making them feel as if their guns were pointing at something not human, an inhuman entity.

Gu Zhuo hung his head low, like a dying trapped beast, staggered past them.

Not knowing if it was an illusion, they heard a bell tolling.

It was like a death knell was sounding.