My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS
Chapter 98 - 087 Confession

Chapter 98: Chapter 087 Confession

"Tonight, let the whole of Japan remember me." Thinking this, Ji Minghuan straightened up from the bed, stepping onto the floor.

He slipped into the slippers by the bedside, while walking towards the room’s floor-to-ceiling window, extending his right arm.

Lowering his eyes, he watched as black restraints billowed out from the cuff like a tide, crashing onto the floor with a "whoosh," and swiftly assembling into a pitch-black humanoid form.

This eerie humanoid took a set of casual sweatshirt from the suitcase, put it on, and then slipped into pants in two or three motions.

Ji Minghuan slightly focused, and the incarnation’s appearance quickly adjusted to perfectly resemble Gu Wenyu.

Then he controlled it to pick up the room card and phone. The moment the card was pulled out, the entire hotel room’s lights extinguished, returning to darkness.

The incarnation left the room, heading towards Kawasaki Ramen Shop.

"Let the Restraint Incarnation meet Su Zimai. Back then, no one noticed anything amiss when it approached Dad in the underground bar, let alone Su Zimai and Ke Qirui."

Thinking this, Ji Minghuan controlled the body of the number one machine, wrapping himself entirely with the restraint belt, and leapt out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Advertising slogans blared in the city’s sky as he soared like a transparent bird flapping across the glass curtain wall, leaving only a hurried shadow, his form dissolving into the evening breeze.

....

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Simultaneously, in the Harbor District, on the streets of Roppongi.

The Restraint Incarnation, transformed into Gu Wenyu’s likeness, carried the phone, following the address sent by Su Zimai.

Lifting his eyes, a wooden van was parked outside the ramen shop, with two stools placed under an awning where customers sat eating noodles, while the cook prepared them on the van.

This type of cart is designed for selling ramen while maneuvering through streets, but for a ramen shop of considerable size, it’s different; placing a van outside simply serves to create ambiance, and is beneficial for shop promotion.

He glanced at the figures on the stools, imagining it unlikely that someone as wealthy as Ke Qirui would be sitting on street-side stools eating noodles, and thus walked towards the interior of the ramen shop.

Pushing aside the warm curtain at the entrance, a cacophony of noise and warmth greeted him, as the aroma of bone broth ascended his nostrils.

He intentionally had the incarnation sniffle, then looked towards the depths of the ramen shop.

At first glance, he spotted Su Zimai’s figure.

The sister was dressed in a light green tracksuit today, but her hair wasn’t tied in a ponytail, falling loose behind her with an expression as indifferent as always.

Apparently sensing his gaze, Su Zimai looked up from her phone, meeting his stare. She slightly froze, pursed her lips, and said nothing.

It still seemed hard for her to believe... that this brother, who appeared somewhat sickly in temperament, was actually the flamboyant Blue Arc on television.

But no matter what, today, she would find out if it was all true.

The two stared at each other from across half the ramen shop.

She opened her mouth but lowered her eyes in silence for a while, finally distractedly greeting him:

"Oh...you’re here."

"Yeah, here to scrounge some food and drink."

Ji Minghuan controlled the Restraint Incarnation to walk over, saying these words with a tone as natural as clocking in for work.

Then he pulled a chair to sit down, turning to look at the person seated beside Su Zimai.

Su Zimai continued to stay with Ke Qirui, who still sported the same trench coat and Rustic Hat, though now another figure joined beside them—a man with dreadlocks, wearing a black high-necked trench coat, his facial contours as fierce as steel, with eyes emitting a faint air of disenchantment.

"Teacher Ke, who is this?" Ji Minghuan asked.

"Xu Sanyan, my friend."

Ke Qirui said while removing her hat, which was a rare sight, revealing the head of coal-black, shining hair, strands draping across her shoulders.

Ji Minghuan sighed and said, "Teacher Ke, you’ve really gone to great lengths to prove you’re not a lesbian."

Ke Qirui supported her cheek with fingers distinctively articulate, smiling at him without care, saying, "No wonder it’s you, starting with a statement that carries gunpowder scent."

She paused and teased, "But first, let’s not talk about whether I’m a lesbian. Who admitted in a text message to being gay? It’s hard to guess; surely, it couldn’t be our little Gu Wenyu, right?"

Ji Minghuan selectively ignored her, turning to the dreadlock man, "Hello, Gu Wenyu."

"Xu Sanyan." Xu Sanyan said, biting a cigarette, intentionally emphasizing, "Sexual orientation normal."

Upon hearing the latter remark, Ji Minghuan rolled his eyes, turning to look at the smiling Ke Qirui, wishing to hang her from Tokyo Tower using the restraint belt for ten days and nights.

"Brother...I have a question." Su Zimai suddenly asked.

"What question?"

"Are you Blue Arc?" Su Zimai asked.

Ji Minghuan froze.

She looked him straight in the eye, as if trying to catch a glimpse of panic or wavering in his depths.

But at this moment, sitting beside her wasn’t a human, but a humanoid formed by the restraint belt, naturally incapable of revealing any flaws, especially considering Ji Minghuan’s clear conscience.

Enough, please stop reciting, just stop... Ji Minghuan now felt as though he were Sun Wukong ensnared by the binding spell of Tang Monk, wanting nothing more than to smash his sister with a stick and ride the Somersault Cloud away.

"Huh?" he said, "Are you playing some truth or dare game with them?"

"I’m serious." Su Zimai said.

"If I were Blue Arc, I wouldn’t be studying well and progressing every day," Ji Minghuan calculated, "First drop out of school, then resign from the association, start a stream at home, wear a mask while gaming, and have a bunch of fans rushing to throw money at me, worry-free for life, right."

Su Zimai worded meticulously, "I’m serious, so answer seriously...okay?"

"Are you having a fever?"

Ji Minghuan remarked, glancing sideways at her for a while before raising a hand to feel her forehead.

Su Zimai remained silent.

Allowing his hand to cover her forehead, she suddenly recalled a childhood incident where she had a fever, and with Gu Qiye and her parents absent, the older brother Gu Wenyu couldn’t find neighboring help, yet he stubbornly cycled her to a nearby clinic.

Back then, resting on his shoulder, she remembered the child’s stubborn back and the warmth on his back.

She also knew that after their mother died, Gu Wenyu was indeed the one most affected, sealing himself in his room daily, rejecting communication with any family, as if transformed into a different person.

Yet recently, the thoughtful brother seemed to have returned.

He would chase her to the park to comfort her, crack jokes to make her laugh, and affectionately touch her head like when they were kids. Surely, he too felt sadness, but had emerged from their mother’s death, everything seemingly restored...

Shouldn’t she also change?

Silent for a moment, Su Zimai slowly lifted her head, meeting Ji Minghuan’s gaze, parted her lips, and spoke:

"Brother, I am...an Exorcist."

With her words fell a brief silence enveloped the four, while the enthusiastic greetings of the ramen shop owner and the leisurely chatter of off-duty patrons were audible.

Ke Qirui and Xu Sanyan, seated near them, evidently paused, silently peeking, astonished at Su Zimai, as if this wasn’t within their plans.

Ji Minghuan was equally surprised, even forgetting how the Restraint Incarnation should react—fortunately, his emotions wouldn’t be reflected in the Restraint Incarnation, preventing exposure. Presently, his Restraint Incarnation was looking at Su Zimai with a resigned expression.

"Was it necessary to be so blunt...were you planning to directly blast me?"

Ji Minghuan was momentarily stunned by his sister’s approach, gradually regaining composure as he directed the Restraint Incarnation’s reaction.

He withdrew his hand from Su Zimai’s forehead, the warmth of his palm fading; yet her scorching gaze remained fixed on him, never shifting an inch, causing him to feel as if inside a steamer.

"You don’t seem to have a fever..." he said, "What’s an exorcist, a profession in games?"

Su Zimai paused: "We’re all the same...doing dangerous things, not wishing family to know."

Her head lowered, voice faint, "So there’s no need to conceal from me, I know it all...know everything, this is my last question..."

Pausing, she lifted her gaze towards Ji Minghuan, articulating seriously:

"Brother, you are Blue Arc, aren’t you?"

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