American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Suddenly, Black Panther opened his eyes and sat up abruptly in bed. He looked around at the surroundings, which were both strange and familiar, confirming them several times before slowly letting out a breath.

He stared blankly for a long while, then stretched out his left hand, foolishly watching as a small red light seemed to be installed in his palm. From having no light at all, it burst into a bright red glow, and the temperature in the room rose in a bizarre way.

Seeing that his life was already starting to show traces of degradation, Black Panther hurriedly withdrew his power. The red light disappeared, and the room was still a bit stuffy, but as the automatic ventilation turned on and fresh air entered, the room returned to its original temperature.

Black Panther leaned gently against the headboard, stroking the soft blanket on his body. He looked at the bedroom, which wasn't large but was fully furnished, and felt a strange sense of peace.

All of this was real. It turned out that he wasn't dreaming.

Ever since that person suddenly found him, Black Panther had felt dizzy, as if he were daydreaming.

A common street urchin had suddenly become the heir to a large guild, with the potential to command many subordinates, control vast wealth, and even hold the power of life and death over others. The leap was too great, so great that Black Panther couldn't believe it.

He had already slept once today, and even though the memories and experiences of the day had been reorganized in his mind and replayed like a revolving lantern, Black Panther still felt like he was watching a movie.

It wasn't until he discovered that his power still worked that he understood that he had really eaten that strange-looking banana and gained the power to unleash scorching heat.

That person had said that his body temperature at its limit was some number of degrees. Oh, right, over six thousand. That should be the temperature of the sun's surface, right?

With Black Panther's current knowledge, he couldn't fully understand what six thousand degrees represented.

But that didn't stop him from possessing this power.

He slowly calmed his mind and looked up at the wall. The projected digital clock on the wall was still changing one digit at a time. It was already 5:59 AM, and he was supposed to get up at 6:00 AM.

Guide?

Oh, right, that was what that person had mentioned yesterday. Now that I have obtained power, I don't know anything about the guild's rules. To avenge my so-called grandfather, I must quickly familiarize myself with the guild's rules and accept this contract.

The guide should be the person who is here to help me become familiar with the rules!

Thinking this, Black Panther threw back the covers and got out of bed, walking directly into the bathroom next door.

A boy doesn't need more than five minutes to wash his face and brush his teeth. After a quick turn in the bathroom, he was refreshed. At 6:05 AM, he pushed open the door on time.

Unexpectedly, there was a disheveled girl waiting in the hallway outside the door.

Black Panther was startled. He took a closer look and realized that he actually knew the expressionless little girl in front of him!

"Ivy? What are you doing here?"

In Black Panther's memory, Ivy was a money-grubbing simpleton, slightly deficient in intelligence, but a girl who didn't care about her life when she fought.

She seemed to have a special affection for plants, the kind that made her want to become one herself.

Whenever she got sick, Ivy didn't take medicine or see a doctor, but instead chose to find a fertile place and plant herself like a plant, receiving sunlight and rain. If it were an ordinary person, they would have turned into a pile of bones long ago, but the magic was that this girl would not only not die, but would recover in just a few days.

At first, Black Panther would also be shocked, thinking that this girl had something magical about her, but later he learned that she was good friends with Little Cat, and Little Cat was always there to take care of her when she was having a mental breakdown, secretly giving her antibiotics.

It was because of this that Black Panther had a deep impression of Ivy.

She usually wore a very large sweater, not knowing who she had picked it up from, her hair was messy, and she never washed her face. Usually, she would carry a small bag in her hand, which was filled with all kinds of messy things.

She looked like a child rummaging through trash cans for food.

But now, in a snow-white uniform, plus a cape-like outfit, although her hair was still messy and there were no traces of washing on her face, the overall look still gave people a bright impression.

"You're finally out. I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Ivy gave Black Panther a dead-fish-eyed look, her tone unchanged, and turned to leave: "The cafeteria is only open until 7:00 AM, and it won't wait even a minute longer. We have to hurry!"

Black Panther was stunned for a moment and quickly followed behind: "Wait a minute, could it be that you are my guide?"

"Some people call it that, but most people call it a partner. Although it's only once, it's still a collaboration!"

Ivy replied, and the two quickly turned into the cafeteria.

Too many things had happened yesterday. After Black Panther entered the underground guild space, although he could perceive that the decoration here was completely different from the outside, all white and with many cutting-edge technologies, such as the elevator that could descend very deep quickly and the small monitors floating in the air, they were all amazing gadgets.

The cafeteria was also very large, with a floor area of at least two hundred square meters. Although it was just past six o'clock and many people were still sleeping, the cafeteria was already mostly occupied.

It was fully automatic, with no service staff. Various tables were around, and an automatic conveyor belt ran through the middle, constantly spewing out all kinds of food. The food would stay on the belt for about three laps, and no matter how much was left, it would be taken down directly and replaced with new products. This would be repeated until 7:00 AM, when breakfast would officially end, and even if you wanted to eat, there would be no more food!

Black Panther followed Ivy, skillfully took two large plates, filled them with a large pile of food, and casually found a seat. The two street urchins sat opposite each other, with mountains of food in front of them. At this time, they didn't bother to talk, opening their mouths and feasting.