My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 872

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They could only judge the situation clearly, and in an instant, reached a consensus: the moment night falls, someone would die, and this was absolutely not a battle they could intervene in.

Thus, the black-blue lightning and the Gothic Puppet, manipulated by strings, moved a hundred times faster than ever before, swiftly retreating from Hof Glacier with the injured, without looking back.

[Restricted Level Power Progress Unlocked — 80%.]

At this moment, Ji Minghuan abruptly lifted his head and suddenly wrapped the restraint belt around the towering white tower atop the glacier. This magnificent tower was now encircled with black bands, completely becoming his possession.

Immediately afterward, he and Restricted Level 1003 were suddenly swallowed by a colorless void.

Both disappeared on Hof Glacier.

After a while, when Restricted Level 1003 opened his eyes, he saw a vast chessboard world, silent and cold in every direction. The black and white squares extended endlessly toward the world’s edge.

Yet from afar, it seemed like a planet, an uninhabited planet, and at this moment, they were in a vacuum.

Realizing this, Restricted Level 1003 suddenly raised his head, seeing the boundless and magnificent universe. Indeed, he was amidst the cosmos — this was not an independent space; Ji Minghuan had instantaneously moved their forms to the universe and thereafter created an entire planet!

“Look… this thing is for you to play with, consider it a rebirth gift from the Mentor, and also our legacy.”

Saying this, Ji Minghuan extended his right hand, slightly curled his fingers, and tugged to the right.

He casually shook a restraint belt several kilometers long, then straightly flung the tower wrapped in black restraint belt toward Restricted Level 1003.

The majestic tower swirled a fiery stream in the universe, the towering structure now seemingly a toy mallet in the restraint belt’s hand, straightly smashing toward Restricted Level 1003’s figure.

Restricted Level 1003 appeared as insignificant as an ant before this gigantic tower, but he raised eight mechanical claws, which were covered in a pitch-black light, instantly tearing it apart.

The Salvation Society’s tower shattered in the cosmos, streaking across the sky like a meteor. The wind blowing head-on tousled Ji Minghuan’s hair, and his pupils once again reflected a black-red alert box.

“From here, we can play freely… too many people on Earth, inconvenient to act boldly.”

Ji Minghuan lowered his head, whispering silently, the hair covering his eyes.

Restricted Level 1003 contorted his features, like a meteor skimming past the blue star. His eight mechanical claws converged, transforming into a dark drill.

Carrying the primordial blackness of the world, he swiftly lunged at Ji Minghuan.

“You know, cutting down a defective like you actually takes just a second, you won’t even have time for regeneration…”

Saying this, Ji Minghuan reached to rub his stiff neck, then continued, “But I’m really, really annoyed right now, so need someone to vent my anger.”

[Restricted Level Power Progress Unlocked — 100%.]

He lifted his eyes slowly, pupils burning with cold fire, “So let’s play again, I’ll kill you a thousand, ten thousand times, hope you don’t give up struggle too quickly…”

As soon as he finished speaking, the squares of the planetary chessboard all shattered, turning into chaotic, disorderly elements. Thousands upon thousands of constraint belts surged from the squares like tidal waves, forming an unprecedented chrysalis chamber that enveloped Restricted Level 1003.

Black tides, purple-red flames infused the restraint belt cocoon’s interior, repeatedly ripping Restricted Level 1003 apart. With each rebirth, he was shredded again. Restricted Level 1003 struggled continuously, each reincarnation increasing his resistance, becoming more vigorously strong, prolonging his struggle slightly.

Yet even so, after millions of deaths and rebirths, his struggle time only increased from 0.01 seconds to 0.1 seconds.

At this moment, the patient gown girl in Ji Minghuan’s arms gradually vanished, leaving only a glowing red shard in his palm. He lowered his head, a complex expression covering his face as he stared at the Anecdote Fragment, which still held a trace of warmth.

“Indeed, she was such a strong girl, if bullied she would certainly find a way to get back…”

Ji Minghuan suddenly chuckled lowly, reaching out to crush the Mythical Level Anecdote ‘Great Sage Equal to Heaven.’

“She deserves a chance for revenge.”

Then a flash of red light passed, suddenly, a grand column descending from the sky, stirring meteors and stars in the universe, directly smashing into the perpetually expanding restraint belt chrysalis.

And then, instantly blew it apart, leaving not even a residue.

Reduced to ashes, Restricted Level 1003’s body shattered completely at this moment, turning into irreducible particles, dissipating into the universe.

Ji Minghuan alone floated in the cosmos, eyes cast down upon the blue planet.

After a while, his form was suddenly swallowed by a colorless void, disappearing from sight.

The universe, cloaked in vacuum, was still as death, a meteor slowly traversed the sky, leaving behind a stunning halo of light.

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Six hours later, beneath a wooden house in Reykjavik, Iceland.

In a dark basement, a man in a white coat was chained to a chair, his hair disheveled, blood staining the corner of his mouth, broken glasses hanging on his nose.

In the sewer, bugs crawled by, rats scurried past his feet, snatching his shoes.

After a moment, the basement door suddenly opened, and a figure in an orange hooded sweatshirt walked inside.

With his back to the light, his pupils pitch black and icy, Ji Minghuan drew a hand from his pocket, casually closing the door before stepping deeper into the basement.

He slowly sat on the chair opposite the Mentor, hands tucked in the hoodie pocket, head bowed, silent.

“Kill me.” The Mentor began slowly, hoarsely saying.

“Do you like it here?” Ji Minghuan raised his head, staring into the Mentor’s eyes.

“Kill me.”

The Mentor’s lips moved slightly, repeating once more.

“Right, didn’t you love controlling others?” Ji Minghuan said, suddenly extending his hand.

In an instant, a restraint belt emerged from his sleeve, pressing against the Mentor’s forehead.

The Mentor’s expression suddenly changed to horror, his features distorted completely. He struggled madly, every chain on him trembling violently, jingling.

“Don’t come near, please… don’t come near me.”

He screamed hysterically, his pupils reflecting Ji Minghuan’s solemn face as if beholding some unspeakable monster.

Ji Minghuan tilted his head, emotionless, saying:

“Killing you is too easy, a mere flick of a finger… I won’t make it so easy for you.” Having said this, he gradually moved the restraint belt away from the Mentor’s forehead.

“There’s still half a lifetime ahead, let’s look after each other, dear Mentor.”

With that, Ji Minghuan rose from the chair, walking toward the basement exit without looking back.