My avatar is becoming the final boss

Chapter 165 The Final Bet, The Final Mercy (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Cosimo stood frozen in the center of the arena, his figure engulfed by the deafening applause. The applause was like nails hammering into him, rendering him immobile.

In the end, he just slumped his shoulders and stared gloomily at Caesar as he rode away on a sled.

Li Qingping tilted his head back and murmured, "Your Highness Caesar...won?"

From the royal viewing platform, through the crystal ball, Agubaru gazed at Caesar flying in on a sleigh, thinking:

"Even the Royal Court team almost couldn't stop him. This kid is indeed a true genius. If we maintain cooperation with him... he might be able to play a role when we storm the Salvation Society."

After witnessing this battle, Agubaru understood that Caesar's talent was undoubtedly at a level far beyond that of any other Oddity Bearer.

Not only did he resonate with a generational wonder at a young age, but he also displayed astonishing mental fortitude in his very first battle. Caesar was calmer than someone fighting for the first time; he was more like a seasoned general.

Such talent... even Li Qingping, who is hailed as a "genius seen only once in several centuries," would find it hard to match.

Moreover, the most authoritative and influential king in the Whale Garden has said that if Caesar grows up normally, he will surely become the greatest monarch in the Garden and the greatest tale teller.

If Caesar's body hadn't been so weak that he couldn't withstand the power of the fragments of wonder for long, the king would have made him begin his cultivation long ago.

To be honest, even if Caesar is able to handle mythical wonders in the future, Agubaru wouldn't be surprised.

This monstrous boy can definitely be used.

Moments later, Caesar descended from above the Christmas sleigh, breaking through the snow and standing on the floor of the stands.

He raised his head, his indifferent gaze sweeping over Lorenzo before finally settling on Karilina's face. His expression softened considerably, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mother, look, isn't everyone's reaction quite enthusiastic?"

Kalilena's eyes were filled with surprise. She stared at the white-haired boy who had become so unfamiliar, her mouth slightly open, but she couldn't utter a word.

Seeing her silence, Caesar calmly said, "Mother, now that the exhibition match is over, I'll go back to rest."

He paused, glancing at Lorenzo out of the corner of his eye: "Brother, I hope you can find the letter I gave you... I wrote it very carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Caesar picked up the crystal ball from the chair, got on the sleigh, and rode away.

Karelina stared blankly at his retreating figure. This frail third son had actually defeated his older brother.

A long-lasting shock enveloped her. After a moment, she suddenly recalled the king's words and murmured, "Your Majesty... perhaps this child's potential is even more astonishing than you imagine."

Li Qingping tilted his head back and gazed quietly at the sled flying towards the sky until it was swallowed by the clouds before turning his gaze away.

To be honest, he had already planned to protect the third prince, but in the end, he wasn't needed at all; Caesar was on the winning side.

In fact, Li Qingping taught Caesar the trick of the Christmas sleigh a year ago.

Li Qingping observed that with each step the elk took while pulling the sled took, the snow accumulated on its hooves would become thicker. So he suggested that Caesar try it.

On his first attempt, Caesar nearly smashed the floating castle to pieces. Fortunately, Li Qingping intervened in time to stop him, otherwise it might have caused a major disaster.

Before the fight began, Li Qingping did consider that if he used this move, Caesar might be able to defeat the second prince.

However, he was not optimistic about Caesar's mental fortitude. He believed that Caesar would likely panic the moment the battle began and be captured by the Second Prince's Octagon Prism before he could even unleash his full power.

But to his surprise... Caesar's performance on the battlefield was so calm, like that of a born warrior.

Could a child who has never been trained really deliver such an amazing performance in his first battle?
Li Qingping shook his head, pulled himself out of his chaotic thoughts, took a deep breath and stopped watching. Instead, he turned around and left the field with the six members of Wang Ting's team.

Shortly after Caesar returned, night fell in the Whale Garden.

As night fell, he sat on the rooftop of the floating castle, gazing at the fluorescent lights filling the sky. Waves rippled across the almost transparent surface of the whale skin, and the hazy water shimmered in the desolate miniature garden.

“Aguru, didn’t you say you wanted to make a bet with me?” he asked.

“Yes, let’s bet on whether someone will come to kill you tonight,” Yagubaru said.

What if you lose?

"Then I'll have no choice but to commit seppuku."

“You’re not allowed to die.” Caesar frowned.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"If you lose, you'll obediently accompany me on a trip around the world, and you're not allowed to run away," Caesar said softly. "After that, I'll leave here forever and never come back."

He lowered his voice and said, "This way, this foolish struggle can end, Father's health will return to normal, my brother will inherit the throne, and everything... will gradually get better."

"You... how can you still be deceiving yourself?" Yagubalu said helplessly.

"Promise me."

"I promise you... even though I don't think I can possibly lose."

“It’s getting late, let’s go to sleep.” With that, Caesar picked up the crystal ball, went back to the bedroom, changed into his pajamas, and then lay down on the bed. Holding the crystal ball, he stared at the little shark in the seawater for a while before slowly closing his eyes.

Goodnight, Aguru.

"Goodnight, Caesar." Agubaru paused. "Although you'll be waking up soon, goodnight anyway."

Caesar clearly couldn't sleep, yet he was trying desperately to force himself to. It was like someone who couldn't get drunk, constantly pouring alcohol down his throat; the cold liquid slid through his internal organs, only making him more alert.

Yagubaru remained inside the crystal ball, his dark blue eyes reflecting the struggling sleeping face of the white-haired boy.

A moment later, after Caesar had truly fallen asleep, Agubaru slowly opened the lid of the crystal ball.

It manipulated the dark water to rise and disappear into the shadows of a corner of the dormitory, like a hunter hiding in the jungle waiting for its prey. Its dark blue pupils stood tall and gleamed in the darkness.

I don't know how much time had passed when a sudden noise reached my ears.

Caesar suddenly opened his eyes, turned over, and looked up. He saw a series of dark figures dressed in night clothes falling from the rooftop. Without any hesitation, they crushed the cards they had prepared in advance at the same time.

Silver streaks of light flashed across the darkness, followed by a barrage of fireballs that shot towards Caesar, illuminating his pale face with a blast of heat.

The firelight was reflected in his contracted pupils, and the intense heat almost burned away his white hair in an instant.

"We've got it!" That was the first thought that flashed through the assassins' minds.

Even the most powerful Oddity Envoys cannot use Oddity Fragments instantly; they must summon the Oddity Atlas in advance to prepare for battle.

Not to mention he was just a child... Without the Book of Wonders, Caesar was now just a helpless boy. Faced with the overwhelming flames, he could only wait to die; there was no other outcome for him.

However, just as the assassins were thinking this, a torrent of dark water suddenly formed in mid-air like a waterfall, completely enveloping Caesar's front. The surging tide, like an underwater whirlpool, roared and swirled, completely swallowing the dozen or so fireballs that hurtled towards them.

As the flames died down, wisps of steam rose, filling the assassins' shocked gazes.

Before the assassins could react, a shark several meters long suddenly emerged from the shadows. Its entire body was enveloped in black water, spinning rapidly in mid-air like a top.

A raging streak of blood flashed across the darkness in an instant, the sharp fins slicing open the throats of seven assassins, while the last remaining assassin was bitten on the shoulder by the shark.

The shark slammed him against the wall with its head, pinning him to the wall like a nail, rendering him unable to move.

Then, the shark manipulated the black water to block his mouth and nose. The assassin was like a drowning man, on the verge of suffocation, unable to even scream.

This was a survivor that Aguru deliberately left alive.

If he had killed several assassins before uncovering the truth, given Caesar's personality, he might have stubbornly deceived himself into believing that they weren't assassins sent by his brother.

At that moment, the dark blue water curtain that had enveloped the bed slowly receded, and Caesar opened his eyes slightly.

He was wrapped in a thin nightgown, and at that moment he looked as pale as a paper cutout from an art book, as if he might break in the wind at any moment.

Caesar slowly made out the seven corpses lying on the ground, blood gushing out from the gashs in their throats.

They looked stunned and terrified, as if they had seen the most ferocious demons on their deathbed.

Caesar's lips moved, but he couldn't speak. He simply got out of bed in silence.

He slowly, step by step, approached the several-meter-long, dark blue giant shark that hovered in mid-air. His empty gaze swept over the shark's face, then glanced at the assassin pinned to the wall.

Caesar lowered his head, his white bangs obscuring his eyes.

“Aguru…is that you?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yes…it’s me,” Agubaru said hoarsely. “This is my true self.”

"He's still alive?"

"Correct."

Caesar turned around, took out an exquisitely crafted dark red scabbard from the bedside table, drew a gleaming short knife from the scabbard, and then slowly walked towards the assassin.

“Agubaru…let him go,” he said.

Upon hearing this, Agubaru retracted his sharp teeth, released the assassin's shoulder, and simultaneously withdrew the water that had been blocking the assassin's mouth and nose.

The assassin's face was ashen; he was breathing in the fresh air like a shipwrecked sailor who had just surfaced.

He immediately clutched his bleeding shoulder, lay on the ground coughing incessantly, choking on foam from his throat.

Caesar stepped forward slowly, raised his dagger, pressed it against the assassin's throat, and used the tip of the blade to lift his chin, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes were reflected on the cold blade, their pupils so cold they seemed to be covered in frost.

The white-haired youth asked slowly, word by word:
"Now... tell me, who sent you?"

　What will Shark eat if I don't give him monthly passes? What will Shark eat if I don't give him monthly passes? (Hmph)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)