My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 873

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September 6th, 20:30, Tokyo, Japan. It’s been five days since the battle in Iceland ended.

Tokyo Tower, in the brightly lit exhibition room, a boy and a girl are sitting above the fence.

They gaze downward, watching the cars on the highway flow like streams of light, the cool evening breeze sweeping by, lifting their hair.

After a while, Ji Minghuan gently sighed, placing his palms on the railing.

He leaned over, watching the silver train rumble past on the elevated bridge, swinging his legs, and then began to speak softly.

“Look, this is the Tokyo Tower you always wanted to visit… Is it beautiful?”

His words, accompanied by the whistling wind over the city, reached the ears of the white-haired girl.

Kong Youling nodded her head.

She hung her head, lost in thought for a long time, then handed the album in her hands to Ji Minghuan.

Ji Minghuan raised an eyebrow, took the album, glanced at Kong Youling’s expression, then looked down at the album, casually flipping open a page, his fingers paused slightly.

On the paper, five children in hospital gowns gathered together, sitting on the floor watching TV.

He hung his head, quietly staring at the black-haired girl in the drawing.

Shang Xiaoqi had a tear mole beside her eye. While watching TV, she slightly turned her cheek, sneaking a glance at Ji Minghuan through the corner of her eye.

After a while, Ji Minghuan slowly shifted his gaze to the red-haired girl sitting cross-legged on the Somersault Cloud.

Sun Changkong was laughing heartily with his head thrown back, laughing so hard his teeth were nearly bared.

“Happy Birthday, big sister…” he murmured softly at the girl in the drawing, “I’m sorry, Xiaoqi, for not going to see the sea with you.”

Kong Youling remained silent.

“Let’s go…”

Ji Minghuan said as he closed the album, looking up, gazing at the neon-illuminated night sky under the moonlight.

“We need to live well for big sister and Xiaoqi.” he said.

“Should we find Filio and Mario first?” she asked.

Ji Minghuan shook his head, saying silently, “They’re with the White Crow Travel Brigade, Filio wants to learn more about his father from the other members; Mario, on the other hand, really gets along with a kid named ‘Hacker’—they’re both game enthusiasts, inseparable for twenty-four hours.”

Upon saying this, he shrugged, “So, let’s not bother with those two guys for now, maybe later.”

“Traitors,” Kong Youling said angrily.

“Indeed, two traitors,” Ji Minghuan said, “not playing with us and hanging out with those bad guys instead.”

The two exchanged a glance, then both smiled lightly.

“Shall we travel next?” Ji Minghuan asked.

“Yes.”

“But before that, I have to ask some people if they’d come with us.” Ji Minghuan said lightly.

He stretched lazily, tilting his head toward the bustling lights of Tokyo, exhaling a long breath, “It’s quite a workload.”

“Don’t run away from it.” Kong Youling murmured, puffing her cheeks slightly.

“I know… I definitely won’t.” Ji Minghuan nodded, saying softly.

“They’re all waiting for you.”

“Yes, you’re right.”

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September 7th, 13:30, Italy, on the streets of Rome.

A blonde girl in a red dress sits at the edge of a fountain, tilting her head with her red eyes lowered, her cheek resting against the side of the violin, playing its strings with concentration.

The clear and melodious sound of the violin filled the streets, drawing passersby to stop and watch.

After a while, she put down the violin, and the pedestrians began to clap, generously shouting “Bravo!” before tossing coins into the box on the ground.

Just then, a boy wearing an orange hoodie suddenly squeezed out from the crowd.

He silently sat beside the blonde girl.

The Bloodline ignored him, placing her hands on the edge of the fountain, listening to the sound of trickling water as she turned her head to gaze at the sky, dazing into the Italian midday sun, her eyes closed, her face enveloped in a halo of light, her locks of pale gold hair almost pure white in the sunlight.

The boy and the red-dressed girl sat there quietly, until suddenly one of them spoke.

“Hey, do you want a drink?” he asked casually, looking up at the sky.

“What kind of kid drinks?” the red-dressed girl replied without turning her head, not even looking at him, “Go away before I have to chase you off, understand?”

“Tricia, won’t you keep me company for a drink?” Ji Minghuan asked.

Upon hearing this name, the Bloodline was taken aback slightly, slowly lowering her head, turning to look at him. At that moment, her eyes glistened as if she had seen something incredible.

In the sunlit Italian street, the two quietly locked eyes, seemingly forgetting about time.

After a while, Tricia lowered her head, a relief spreading across her lips.

“It’s been so many years, and you finally decided to find me?” she asked softly.

“Yes, I came to find you.”

Tricia remained silent for a long time, lowering her eyes, her voice barely a hoarse whisper:

“Then there’s a lot I owe you to listen to over the past hundred years, I’ll drive you crazy with it until you cry.”

She finished with a gentle smile, “Are you really not considering running away? There’s still a chance now.”

“It’s a long story, if I wanted to run, 1001 wouldn’t have let me come to find you in the first place, but now I’m kind of the same person with him since the fusion is almost complete.”