My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 94 - 083 Old Acquaintance

Chapter 94: Chapter 083 Old Acquaintance

The Bloodline thought for a moment, then tilted his head and said: "I see... Are you and Jack the Ripper’s sister the same type of Celestial Driver?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Minghuan couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. He was just thinking, would such nonsense be exposed? Unexpectedly, there really exist Celestial Drivers who grow stronger by killing?

No wonder for Jack the Ripper, killing and dismembering is as familiar as drinking water. After all, she has to kill to promote her Celestial Driver rank, he thought as he said:

"Maybe?"

"You’re quite lucky then," the Bloodline interrupted, "These types of Celestial Drivers generally have high limits, just like Jack the Ripper’s sister, she’s only a second-rank Exorcist and already so formidable."

"So... are they left to me to handle?"

Ji Minghuan glanced at the nine men suspended on the amusement ride’s top disk.

"Of course." The Bloodline’s lips curled into a smile, "Since you want them, I’ll hand these toys to you; I’ve grown bored with them anyway."

As he spoke, the blood-red threads suspending the nine bodyguards suddenly snapped, and their bodies were enveloped in a mass of blood, hanging in mid-air like encased in a blood cocoon, moving toward Ji Minghuan.

In the next moment, the blood glow surrounding them disappeared, their bodies fell with a ’thump thump’ sound, as if slabs of rotten meat were thrown onto a conveyor belt in a meat processing factory.

"Please do," the Bloodline said, clutching the carousel’s pole, propping his chin with one hand, and smiled mockingly, "You’re so cute, just like a kitten begging me for food."

"Do you need a reason to kill?" Ji Minghuan asked, "I’m curious if there’s a corresponding group regulation?"

"Kill when happy... Why need a reason?"

The Bloodline spoke as he turned his face, his aggressively red eyes locking onto Ji Minghuan, asking word by word: "Afraid?"

"I’m just saying, that’s good."

Ji Minghuan spoke, expressionless as he looked at the nine suited men lying on the ground. Their faces twisted with agony, their eyes filled with fear.

In an instant, he summoned the Celestial Driver within his body, black and white halos surged from his skin, coalescing into a Möbius loop shape around Xia Pingzhou.

On the loop, the phantom shadows of chess pieces encircled him, revolving.

He reached out, pinching three soldier chess pieces from the Black and White Ring Road, and then the pieces shattered—three Black Iron Soldiers arrived upon his call. After learning the "Shield Formation" skill, each soldier now had a giant square shield on their left hand.

Their footsteps grew heavier, bearing the weight of the shields.

The Black Iron Soldiers approached the nine men on the ground like executioners on a gallows. Swords swung down, piercing through the already dismembered bodies as easily as slicing tofu.

In a moment of dark humor, the Bloodline released the threads sewn into their bodies, thousands of blood clots flew like a blizzard through the amusement park’s air, staining the three soldiers red, and splashed onto half of Ji Minghuan’s face.

Her posture remained upright, the regal red dress fluttering in the wind, like the evening sky.

Immediately after, the system prompt appeared within Ji Minghuan’s vision.

[Detected player has killed 9 "C-level and above Superpower Users", Second Machine Body exclusive cultivation system "Winter of the Wild Hunt" task progress updated—Kills: 3 → 12.]

[Second stage cultivation task completed: Kill "12/10" superhuman or demon species.]

[Reward: 1 attribute point received.]

[Third stage cultivation task: Kill 18 C-level and above superhuman or demon species (current cumulative kills: 12)]

Ji Minghuan’s face showed no expression. He was unsure how many more he would kill, among them, how many were good, how many were evil, but as long as he stayed with the White Crow Travel Brigade, killing was an inevitable task, as ordinary to them as eating and drinking...

And when the underground auction day comes, this city is destined to be engulfed in a bloodbath.

The Bloodline’s elegant nose twitched slightly, seemingly enjoying the scent of blood in the air, then she asked:

"I need to confirm first, you’re not under some naive thought of ’kill them quickly so they can be freed sooner,’ that’s why you took the toys from my hands, right?"

"You’re quite unreasonable indeed." Ji Minghuan replied.

His eyes dropped slightly, casually wiping the blood off his cheek with the back of his hand.

At this moment, a blood rain began to reverse toward Tokyo’s clear sky, he slowly raised his gaze, remnants of blood still on his face, boldly meeting the Bloodline’s eyes.

He said: "Your tone, it’s like a little girl blaming me: ’I’ve given you my toys, yet you didn’t take good care of them.’"

The bloodline was first stunned, then giggled.

She patted the head of the carousel horse while sighing, "You newbie... you’re much more fun than I imagined. It’s the first time someone mistook me for a little girl. Hmm... guess how old I am?"

"Nineteen?"

"You could add a zero to that," the bloodline teased, "then cut it in half, and you might be close."

Ah, an old woman... Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes internally.

"You look like this at a hundred? Are you a vampire disguised as a superpower user?" He asked, puzzled.

"Who knows?" The bloodline smirked noncommittally and winked at him, "I just feel... there’s something familiar about you."

"In what way?"

The bloodline lowered her eyes, and after a moment of silence, said, "Decades ago, when I was a little girl, I met someone." She raised her hand to her chin, "That person’s feeling is very similar to yours, how to describe it..."

She pondered: "Clearly, right beside you, yet seems so far away; their eyes always hold other things... Maybe call it ’a sense of detachment’, but not quite."

"What was his name?" Ji Minghuan asked curiously.

"He forgot his name, but he said he seemed to be looking for someone, yet never found them, so he traveled the world alone." The bloodline shook her head, "It was during the world war, and he saved me on the battlefield."

"Who was he looking for?"

"He said, a white-haired girl."

Ji Minghuan was slightly startled, staring motionlessly at her, and slowly squeezed out a few words:

"A white-haired girl?"

The bloodline said nothing, her eyes shifted away, gazing at the distant sky in a daze.

"How did you address him?" Ji Minghuan asked.

"1001," The bloodline said, "he called himself by a string of numbers, saying that’s all he remembered."

"1001?"

Ji Minghuan murmured the number, feeling a slight jolt in his heart.

At that moment, he suddenly recalled: his code in the "Salvation Society" was for a restricted superpower user—"1002"; and his mentor had mentioned, "1001" was the previous restricted number, and... that superpower user had already died last century.

Could it be... that the superpower user the bloodline met a century ago was actually the previous restricted one? Thinking of this, Ji Minghuan looked up at the bloodline and asked again:

"What did he look like, can you tell me?"

"Hmm... he looked young then, Asian, black hair, black eyes, with a cute face." The bloodline said carelessly, "But he was very strong... the strangest superpower user I’ve ever seen, the kind that just wouldn’t die. He took so many bullets for me on the battlefield but always managed to stand up again."

She fell silent for a while, her eyes still gazing at the clear sky, "I was an orphan, had no name, so he gave me one. That name was a secret between us, the only bond we had."

"So for many years after, I told others I didn’t need a name, they could call me by a code, hence the name ’bloodline’ came about."

She paused, then smirked, seemingly self-mockingly: "Because of living for too long, every time I can’t help but wonder who I am, what my name is, I think of him. So after a hundred years, my memory of him is still vivid, as if it were yesterday."

Saying this, the bloodline slowly turned back, her crimson eyes staring at Ji Minghuan.

"That’s all I’ll say, because you kind of resemble him, I told you some inexplicable things... What a pity, you look completely different from him."

As she spoke, Xia Pingzhou’s face was reflected in her pupils, then she slowly withdrew her gaze and lowered her eyes to the wooden horse beneath her.

Ji Minghuan pondered: "A hundred years have passed, are you still searching for him?"

"Yes." The bloodline nodded, "I know ordinary people’s lifespans aren’t as long as mine, but I’m still looking for him. That’s also the reason I joined the brigade."

Ji Minghuan remained silent for a while, then said expressionlessly:

"How devoted... I wish you can find him."

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