My Avatar Is Becoming The Ultimate Boss Chapter 882

[ … words ]

November 25, 2020, 16:50, a white bird soared over Tokyo Bay, flying towards the horizon against the setting sun.

It was already dusk, the rush hour, and the traffic on the Rainbow Bridge was congested.

In the distance, the crowd bustled along the street, the traffic lights changed busily, and pedestrians were hurrying to and fro.

The afterglow of the sunset gilded the Rainbow Bridge, making the surface of Tokyo Bay shine like gold, then it filtered through the doors and windows and spilled into an inconspicuous café.

The wind chimes tied to the wooden door swayed in the evening breeze, producing a “ding dong, ding dong” sound.

At this moment, Ji Minghuan and Ayase Origami were sitting face to face on the café’s sofa around a wooden table.

They drooped their heads, silently gazing at a page on the table.

The paper had a checkered pattern for a game of chess.

One of them raised a hand to prop their chin, while the other rested their cheek against the sleeve of their kimono, both lowering their heads, drawing circles and crosses on the paper with a pencil.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and no customers entered the café for a long time; the pair played leisurely, occasionally pausing to drink a glass of water, making eye contact and chatting.

During this month, Ayase Origami and Ji Minghuan discussed thoroughly and decided to manage this café well in the future and perhaps open a bookstore next to it;

However, since she had no experience in running a shop, and hadn’t even learned to brew coffee, the café remained closed for the time being, with the sign at the door constantly flipped to the “Close” side; the bookstore plan had to be slightly postponed as well.

“By the way…” Ji Minghuan murmured, suddenly putting down the pencil, leaning back on the sofa and stretching lazily, “I still have to pick up Su Zimai to bring her home today.”

“Why do you need to pick her up?” Ayase Origami asked without lifting her head.

“Why not pick her up?” Ji Minghuan asked with his head down.

They fell into silence for a moment, then looked up from the paper, catching each other’s gaze.

Ji Minghuan stared into her eyes, tilting his head, the kimono-clad girl also tilted her head, causing a strand of cool hair to fall to the side of her ear.

Ayase Origami thought for a moment: “She’s an Exorcist; she can call a pigeon and ride it home.”

She made a fair point. Su Zimai indeed had such a trick, but back then, Gu Wenyu almost fell from a giant pigeon and died from the fall, hence Su Zimai stopped using magical pigeons as a mode of transportation, opting for the honest method of taking a taxi.

“That’s true, but Su Zimai’s school is over in Hai Fan City, and she’s currently residing in Li Jing,” Ji Minghuan shrugged, “Usually, Ke Qirui uses the Train Demon to pick her up from school, but today Ke Qirui has something to do, so I’m taking over.”

“Why is the school in Hai Fan City?”

“Are you a robot? Even Rabbit Head doesn’t repeat so much.”

“Why?” the kimono girl repeated.

“Su Zimai’s school is in Hai Fan City because the Lake Hunting folks intend to groom her as the successor,”

said Ji Minghuan, sighing, “Otherwise it would feel indebted to the late Su Wei, our grandfather.”

He paused: “However, in truth, the Lake Hunting elders just want an excuse to cozy up to me; I couldn’t care less, they can do as they please.”

“Oh.”

Ayase Origami nodded lightly.

“Also, my cat is still over at Lake Hunting, I’ll pick it up today.”

“Cat?” Ayase Origami wondered.

“Yes, it’s called ‘Dragon Cat Demon’,” Ji Minghuan nodded, “It was once part of the Zodiac Team, saved me from a blade… Without it, the Salvation Society battle might have been in doubt.”

“Where is it?”

“It’s currently serving as Lin Xingshi’s right-hand assistant,” Ji Minghuan said.

“Bring it back.”

“As you command, but if it transforms into a dragon and a sneeze burns down Uncle Takayama’s café, what then?”

“We’ll see.”

“Alright then, I’ll go and come back.”

With that, Ji Minghuan picked up the pencil on the table, writing the word “Pause” next to the chess game pattern before getting up from the sofa.

He traced a spatial crack beside him with his fingers, waving at Ayase Origami as he stepped into the fissure, traversing through a chaotic void to arrive at the Spirit Heart Lake nestled on Hai Fan Mountain.

Ji Minghuan tucked his hands into the pockets of his black coat, stood by the lake, and took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

As he opened his eyes, a world of interwoven green and blue came into view.

The waters of Spirit Heart Lake rippled gently, the willows on the shore swayed delicately. The autumn chill whipped up wave upon wave of ripples on the lake, disturbing the massive lotus leaf at its center.

“Hey, the Crown Prince is back.” The Lotus Leaf Demon opened its eyes and immediately called out upon seeing Ji Minghuan.

“How’s the Great Monarch doing?” Ji Minghuan was silent for a moment, then asked.

Two months earlier, to rightfully allow the Little Nian Beast to succeed the Great Monarch, the Year Beast Monarch had a private conversation with it, ultimately faking death, resting and healing in a hidden mountain cave, away from worldly matters.

Now, Ji Minghuan had employed the “Bishop’s Statue” power to heal all the Year Beast Monarch’s prior injuries—not only the internal injuries from the battle with Lake Hunting ten years ago but also the wounds from the latest fight ten years later—but all were covered.

Then, the Year Beast Monarch once again took the stage, becoming the demonic leader of Hai Fan Mountain.

Ji Minghuan wasn’t sure when this old lion might go berserk again, leading the mountain’s demons in a suicidal attack against humans, but after this lesson, the Great Monarch should have calmed down considerably.