My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 220 - 144: Swallowing Silver vs. Ghost Bell, Who Will Win?

The hamster’s expression was cold, dressed in a silver outfit, holding a miniature model of Tokyo Tower in his hands—exactly the renowned painting "The Silver-Swallowing Hamster and Tokyo Tower" created by Black Cocoon in Japan.

Ji Minghuan’s eyes gleamed slightly in the darkness, surprised that this painting had quickly become the stereotype of silver swallowing in people’s minds after just a few days.

Even in the unauthorized livestream channels related to silver swallowing, the cover intentionally features this comical graffiti.

"The Silver-Swallowing Hamster must adore me, granting him a wave of divine traffic. Soon I can help him become China’s top figure, easing my big brother’s media pressure."

Ji Minghuan praised inwardly, but his attention was initially caught by his own artwork; only now did he notice the livestream title, and he stood still, muttering belatedly: "Wait, the Silver-Swallowing Hamster is chasing... Ghost Ghost Ghost Bell?"

His pupils shrank, shouting inwardly no, Silver-Swallowing Hamster, if you die, who will entertain me! You must hold on until Uncle Black Cocoon’s rescue arrives!

So he simultaneously retrieved a box from the bottom of his wardrobe using a restraint belt, unwrapped the packaging, and sent a message to Ghost Bell on his phone. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

[Black Cocoon: Well, actually Silver-Swallowing is also my collaborator, I hope you spare his life, Mr. Ghost Bell.]

To his surprise, Old Ghost Clock actually replied.

[Ghost Bell: Come and take your man away, or I’ll butcher him.]

Ji Minghuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it’s fortunate that Old Ghost Clock doesn’t intend to make a move.

After the auction ended, he and Gu Zhuo Case officially established a cooperative relationship.

After all, Black Cocoon saved Blue Arc right in front of Ghost Bell—at that moment, Oda Takashige had already placed a knife against Blue Arc’s neck. If Black Cocoon hadn’t appeared at the auction scene that day, Ghost Bell would have been coerced by the group using Blue Arc’s life, likely ending up dead together with Blue Arc at best.

Though Ghost Bell, Old Ghost Clock acts impulsively, he wouldn’t refuse Black Cocoon’s invitation to collaborate under such circumstances.

Using the restraint belt, he took out the long-unused dark red mixed mask and black tailcoat from the box, Ji Minghuan was so lazy he didn’t bother taking off his pajamas, directly putting on the coat.

Putting on the mask, he raised his hand to his ear side and pressed the fix key.

The black restraint belt instantly enveloped his body, masking his aura, entering an invisible state, then stretched a restraint belt to the right to cling to the window ledge, his figure lightly and swiftly swung to the right, disappearing into the moonlight outside the window.

Meanwhile, in Hongyue Commercial Street.

The crowd had long been evacuated, on the empty long street, neon signs blinked under the tolling bell.

A figure clad in black cloak, headwear Z-shaped breathing mask stood on the long street like a crow.

While Silver-Swallowing, dressed in a metallic silver uniform, stood on top of the traffic lights, gazing down at Ghost Bell.

"Stop struggling, you can’t escape..." Silver-Swallowing said coldly, as if sentencing the other’s death.

If it was the former Silver-Swallowing, would have been easily shaken off by Ghost Bell earlier.

But recently, Silver-Swallowing’s superpower had a major leap and enhancement, known among Superpower Users as "Superpower Evolution"—usually achieved through long-term training, when reaching a bottleneck, there’s a chance for superpower to evolve.

However, Superpower Evolution also can occur in another scenario: when a superpower user falls into an "extreme emotion," like sudden death of the whole family, or desperate survival desire when facing death.

Or... being humiliated to the extreme.

Clearly, for Silver-Swallowing, the evolution was the latter form—each night, he’d smash a hundred sandbags plastered with "Black Cocoon" photos, through repeated rage and impotent roars, his superpower underwent an evolution.

Post-evolution, Silver-Swallowing’s physical capabilities were thoroughly strengthened, his ability generated from consuming metals vastly amplified.

Moreover, once he consumes metal, he can lock onto a corresponding metal’s location within a short timespan.

The association also provided him with the materials for Ghost Bell’s combat suit. So, within the hour after he swallowed the materials, as long as Ghost Bell remained within a kilometer radius of him, Silver-Swallowing could precisely locate him.

This time he came prepared, wanting to test... how strong he had become post-evolution.

"Get lost..." Ghost Bell lowered his face, crimson pupils staring at Silver-Swallowing, "You’re not my opponent, don’t bring trouble onto yourself."

Clearly, he was holding back due to Silver-Swallowing being his son’s partner, therefore delaying the confrontation for so long without striking.

Initially, Ghost Bell thought he could easily shake off this kid, but he didn’t expect each time he’d just barely shook him off, Silver-Swallowing could accurately locate his position, like a mad dog persistently following with a keen sense of smell.

In the end, Ghost Bell had to stop and choose to confront Silver-Swallowing on this long street.

Silver-Swallowing maintained his stance of standing with arms crossed, the metals of his combat suit glowed with cold hues under the moon.

"Do you still think I’m the same as before?"

However, just as he was about to strike, Silver-Swallowing suddenly witnessed a baffling scene:

Under an advertisement board between he and Ghost Bell, a massive, jet black insect cocoon appeared abruptly.

This giant cocoon quietly hung upside down in the middle of the street, illuminated by the neon lights.

Ghost Bell squinted his eyes, raised them to gaze fixedly at that insect cocoon, softly whispered: "Quite the show-off."

Silver-Swallowing was utterly stunned.

Instantly, his tense solemn expression crumbled, emotions erupted in his heart like a dam breaking free.

Silver-Swallowing’s arms spread wide at that moment, crouching like a beast, fingers clenching tightly.

He trembled all over, furiously roaring word by word:

"Black——!!! Cocoon——!!!"

"Oh... isn’t this our battery-eating, Tokyo Tower-devouring, gold-chunk-nibbling glutton—’Silver-Swallowing’ gentleman?"

First came a haunting voice from within the giant cocoon, then the cocoon slowly unfurled outward, a youth in a pitch-black tailcoat, wearing a dark red mask emerged.

He hung upside down under the advertising light board, holding a psychology book, titled "Never Try to Argue with a Dumb Cow."

"I know you really like me, but no need to be so enthusiastic, it’s not friendly to my ears." Black Cocoon shook his head, "Understand that even the best of friends should maintain a certain distance, otherwise it’s easy to... turn against each other."

In that instant, Silver-Swallowing’s eyes were bloodshot, terrifyingly red, even his breathing became a hundred times heavier.

But Black Cocoon completely ignored him, instead raised his eyes to look at Ghost Bell, extended a restraint belt waving farewell:

"GOGOGO, Mr. Ghost Bell, I suggest you leave here now, this dumb cow surely prefers me more than you."

Ghost Bell withdrew his gaze from Black Cocoon, sneered coldly, dragged his crow tail cloak, turning away.

Seeing Ghost Bell off, Black Cocoon breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly lowered his gaze to Silver-Swallowing standing on the traffic lights, spoke softly:

"Seems like during my trip in Japan, you’ve missed me immensely?"