My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 780 - 399: Death of Jack the Ripper (Part 2)

Chapter 780: Chapter 399: Death of Jack the Ripper (Part 2)

Xia Pingzhou thought for a moment, "Do you really enjoy killing?"

"I was quite happy at first. Just like playing a video game; initially, you think it’s fun and stress-relieving to drive a car and run over those NPCs, but later it gradually becomes dull." Yanmo Lin hugged her shoulders and tilted her head slightly, a strand of black hair falling down from her ear, "By this point, I’ve completely lost interest; only when playing against other players do I find it somewhat interesting."

"Players? In your world, do you see me as an NPC or a player?"

"You’re a pet dog led by a player." Yanmo Lin thought for a moment and then turned her face with a casual joke, "Compared to an NPC, you’re at least a bit more interesting."

"Didn’t you say before that I was your kin?" Xia Pingzhou said, "So if I’m a pet dog, are you a pet cat?"

Yanmo Lin fell silent. Xia Pingzhou grabbed the scabbard she had placed on the bar a beat before her.

"Can you be a bit more civilized?" he asked, "Don’t always resort to knives and guns, it’s not conducive to team harmony."

The moment he grasped the scabbard, Xia Pingzhou suddenly saw a scene.

It was dusk, a school uniform-clad girl used a key to open the door, standing at the entrance, silently observing the hallway.

A woman was hanging from the ceiling by a rope.

"Mom, I was bullied at school... it hurts." The girl said, dazedly walking over and shaking the woman’s foot.

The mother remained motionless.

"Mom, my teacher said that as long as I talk well with dad and you, you won’t fight anymore..."

The mother still didn’t move.

"The teacher also said it was all because I’m too timid."

The girl said softly with her head bowed, then gently shook her mother’s foot again.

"But I’m so scared, I don’t dare to talk to you, but today I suddenly knew that if I don’t speak, it will always remain this way."

She gently pinched the hem of her mother’s pants,

"So, can you and dad stop fighting..." she whispered, "Be nicer to me, okay?"

At this moment, the indoor shoe on the mother’s foot fell off, breaking the silence in the room with a "pop" as it landed on the ground. The girl in the school uniform looked down at the slipper, dazed for a long time and tears welled up.

Then, she ran away without looking back.

"Everyone might as well die..." the girl murmured.

She sat alone on the park swing, one hand swaying the swing rope, while the other suddenly raised up, forming the shape of a gun, aiming at the setting sun and pulling the trigger.

"Boom..."

The girl softly said, a touch of red like a crimson droplet on paper hung on her pale lips.

In the next moment, the sunset at her fingertips suddenly shattered.

Xia Pingzhou slowly returned to his senses, realizing it was her memory.

"If you want me to be civilized, it’s best not to provoke me." Yanmo Lin said, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile.

"Oh, then I’ll ask you a civilized question." Xia Pingzhou paused for a moment before speaking.

"Go ahead."

"Half a year ago, when Li Jing walked past that alley, you saw a group of NPCs watching you from the rooftop and suddenly felt very angry, right?" Xia Pingzhou thought for a moment, "You thought, they are just a bunch of NPCs, so why do they get to watch you so brazenly."

Yanmo Lin lowered her eyes, expressionlessly contemplating for a while before slowly turning to look at Xia Pingzhou.

"Are you talking about?"

"Didn’t we talk about this at the port last night? Half a year ago, you killed a family but spared a boy because blood had obscured the photo, and you couldn’t be bothered to investigate further."

Yanmo Lin then remembered and replied:

"Teenagers often get angry for no reason, and I didn’t like being watched, so they died."

Xia Pingzhou remained silent, expressionless, with the bar bustling around them, the TV emitting the chirping sounds of animated characters, and Yanmo Lin having another puffed cracker.

"Do you still remember their faces?" he asked.

"Forgotten." Yanmo Lin said.

He began, "The father of that family was a bespectacled honest man, always worried about getting fired from his company, but he was a good man who cared for his family; the mother was a typical homemaker who managed house affairs daily; their daughter was only twelve years old, liked to doodle in her notebook, had a kind heart, often helping sick classmates bring home their homework."

Yanmo Lin turned her pale face sideways, looking down indifferently at Xia Pingzhou’s profile while slowly gripping the dark red scabbard on the bar.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Upon hearing all this, don’t you understand yet?"

Xia Pingzhou slowly turned to look into Yanmo Lin’s eyes, meeting her pitch-black eyes as deep as the darkest night.

"Half a year ago, the one who escaped from your hands..."

He lowered his voice at this point, "was me."

Yanmo Lin’s expression subtly changed upon hearing that.

Her pupils slightly dilated, the face reflected in her eyes suddenly became unfamiliar. At that moment, a black and white halo suddenly surged from Xia Pingzhou’s body, transforming into a ring that spread outward.

In an instant, the ring engulfed the figures of Yanmo Lin and Xia Pingzhou.

Two or three seconds passed before the others in the bar noticed the movement and turned their heads.

But just as they belatedly cast their gaze, the "Black King Domain" ring had already contracted and closed, and Xia Pingzhou and Yanmo Lin’s figures vanished from the bar counter.

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Moments later, within the Black King Domain.

On a desolate yet magnificent chessboard, black and white squares interweave, spread endlessly toward the world’s end.