My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 840 - 414: The Last Meeting

"He will, he's worried sick about you."

"Won't he blame me for mom's matter?" Filio stammered.

"Of course he will, but he'll soon forgive you. Then everything will be as before, and you can live together again," Ji Minghuan said without hesitation.

"I want to see him."

"That's right, but first, you need to survive," Ji Minghuan said softly. "At a critical moment, remember who you are... You've already regretted because of mom once, you wouldn't want to regret a second time, would you?"

"I don't want to regret."

"Okay, I'm leaving now, I have to meet others too." With that, Ji Minghuan released Filio's tail and flew out on the Somersault Cloud.

Soon, he found Shang Xiaoqi's prison cell.

Inside this prison cell of the teenage girl who had middle-schooler syndrome, there were one or two pots of flowers, and one or two pots of cacti. The bookshelf held many Shonen Jump comics, most with Naruto covers.

Just as Ji Minghuan suspected, she especially liked Uchiha Sasuke, so there were many traced outlines she had drawn with a pencil and taped together like a bound book on the shelf.

At that moment, Shang Xiaoqi was lying on the bed, supporting her chin with one hand while sketching on paper with the other. Her eyes drooped, a tiny teardrop mole at the corner, making her look very focused. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"I'm coming in," Ji Minghuan spoke, drawing her attention.

Shang Xiaoqi immediately lifted her head and turned to stare at him.

She was stunned for a long time, "Traitor, what are you doing here?"

"Just here to chat," Ji Minghuan said with a smile.

Shang Xiaoqi was silent for a moment, murmuring, "Traitor, don't think getting close to me means you're not a traitor... Hehe, at this point, I don't need those sorts of ties anymore."

"You're still so... spirited," Ji Minghuan smiled slightly, "Can you lend me your comics?"

"No."

"Can I take a look at your drawings then?" Ji Minghuan asked casually.

Shang Xiaoqi's face instantly turned red, abruptly turning her head, frowning angrily as she was about to flare up, only to see Ji Minghuan had already picked up her sketchbook from the shelf.

"Seems like you can draw too, even better than our family's penguin monster,"

Ji Minghuan praised while flipping through her sketchbook.

"Really?" Shang Xiaoqi asked dumbly.

"Yeah, the penguin monster only knows how to scribble, your drawings are much more detailed."

Shang Xiaoqi hesitated, suddenly a light smile curved her mouth, she looked down at the drawing paper spread on the bed, and then sneakily glanced at Ji Minghuan with the corner of her eye.

"Do you like cacti?" After a moment of silence, Shang Xiaoqi suddenly asked.

Ji Minghuan paused for a moment, then turned to look at the cactus in the corner. He didn't know why, but he could imagine Shang Xiaoqi sitting there hugging her knees every day, staring quietly at the cactus in a daze.

She surely often imagines herself as a plant too, just like the cactus.

But she is a big tree, once she closes her eyes, her thorns and branches would grow outward, one day covering all her limbs, suffocating her.

Every holder of a mythical-level curiosity is cursed; this is not a power humans can wield, let alone Shang Xiaoqi who is just a child who, closing her eyes each day, facing the sprawling, sky-like "World Tree," would only feel fear, unease, and further realize how small she is.

So, she would stare at the cactus for a long time, imagining herself as a small plant, needing no thought, just quietly standing there.

"I feel the cactus is a lot like you," Ji Minghuan suddenly said.

"Why?" Shang Xiaoqi asked puzzledly.

"Your personality is prickly, awfully stubborn, that way you won't find friends."

Shang Xiaoqi froze, then stammered: "Of course, a traitor is still a traitor, can't understand me."

"But that's just how you are, and that's what makes you special," Ji Minghuan said, "Even if you're a cactus, you're the most unique cactus. Those outward thorns seem scary. But if you touch them, you'll find they're actually soft."

He paused: "You don't want to hurt others, nor do you want to be hurt yourself, that's why you pretend to be a cactus."

After saying, he turned to look at Shang Xiaoqi, giving her a gentle smile.

Shang Xiaoqi looked into his eyes, embarrassedly standing still with a red face.

"What kind of nonsense are you talking?" Shang Xiaoqi crossed her arms, turned her head and snorted coldly, "Don't think I'll fall for it."

"I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?"

"To meet others."

"Will you come back to chat with me?"

"Maybe."

With that, Ji Minghuan put the sketchbook back on the shelf, waved goodbye to Shang Xiaoqi, and left the prison cell on the Somersault Cloud.

Ji Minghuan went to meet Kong Youling and Mario.

In fact, until the end, he didn't find the prison cells of Kong Youling, Mario, and Wu Qingjie—he circled around the Salvation Society's F2 level on the Somersault Cloud but couldn't find any open prison cell.

"Where have you all gone?"

Thinking this, Ji Minghuan returned alone to his dorm, the metal door slowly closed upward.

He was a bit tired, lay down on the bed, soon to face with full force using four bodies, yet a bad premonition kept haunting him.

Ji Minghuan raised his head, quietly stared at the penguin-shaped broadcast above, then asked:

"Kong Youling, Mario, Wu Qingjie... where have they gone?"

As expected, the Mentor did not respond.

In the dead silence, Ji Minghuan took a deep breath, raised his arm to cover his forehead. As far as the Mentor is concerned, he had long lost the right to negotiate.

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At the same moment, in another corner of the world.

In the depths of Iceland, late at night, a convertible was driving through the snow, its headlights cutting through the night illuminating the way ahead.

At this moment, a man with a mechanical box on his head was sitting in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel.

And behind him, sitting in the open-air compartment of the convertible were four figures, they were Anluns, Hacker, Ayase Origami, and Ryukawa Chiba.

Above the convertible, a flock of crows was circling in the night sky, led by Urushibara Osamu to explore the way for them.

"We'll be seeing the traitor soon," Hacker said, looking at the map on his phone, "According to the route, in two hours, we'll arrive at Hof Glacier."

Ayase Origami showed no reaction.

Hacker glanced at him with the corner of his eye, changing his words, "We'll be seeing Xia Pingzhou soon."

The kimono-clad girl slowly lifted her head.

"What do you want to do when you see Xia Pingzhou?" Hacker said, "The leader might take him out; of course, first we must figure out why he brought us to Iceland."

He paused: "Miss, you wouldn't want to tie him back, would you?"

Ayase Origami lowered her eyes once again.

Ryukawa Chiba smiled slightly: "Bringing him back wouldn't be bad, I could help you study what he's thinking."

"Stop it, Doctor, everyone knows your ability doesn't work on the Little Cat Casanova," Hacker said.

"Can't help it, it's because I can't see his emotions," Ryukawa Chiba shook his head.

"So, you don't know what to do when you see him?" Hacker obnoxiously asked the Miss again, "Don't get sneak-attacked by the Little Cat Casanova."

"Stop provoking the Miss, kid," Anluns said, reaching out to rub Hacker's head, "Can't you be quiet? Or do you want to play two rounds of poker with me and the Doctor?"

"Stop it, everyone knows you're the number one gambler," Hacker buried his neck in his cotton coat's collar, "You might fool newcomers, but not me, I won't fall for it."

"Flattered, the number one gambler is flying above," said Anluns, pointing to the circling black crows overhead.

"Quiet down, listening to your chatter is pure mental pollution for me, the driver."

"He..."

Just then, Ayase Origami suddenly spoke in a low voice.

Hacker paused, turning to look at her.

"Is he okay?" she asked.

Hacker was silent for a moment, sighed heavily: "Who knows, won't you find out when you meet?" Saying that, he turned his head to gaze at the snow-capped mountain shrouded in darkness.

The mountain was tranquil, the black pine forest stood still, the sound of the snowstorm rustled. The azure aurora above was breathtakingly beautiful.

Anyone would think it was just another ordinary night.