"But since I mastered Nen, I've rarely faced the threat of death," Ging began, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. "In fact, I've hardly even encountered anyone who could put up a real fight."
He crushed another undead bone demon underfoot, scattering its remains as a fresh wave of attackers surged toward him. The sound of snapping bones echoed in the air.
"From the Floor Masters at Heavens Arena to the Zodiacs of the Hunter Association, and even the cursed relics scatt...
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Ronnel couldn't help but imagine the kind of battle that would unfold between Netero and the Ant King at their absolute peaks. The thought exhilarated him.
More than that, though, he harbored a deep desire to fight Netero himself—when the legendary Hunter was at his strongest, standing at the apex of human ability.
With the effects of Greed Island cards persisting outside the game, Ronnel's mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps he could find a way to bring Netero into the islan...
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Boom!
Kacha!
The sound of a devastating strike echoed through the battlefield. A fist imbued with incredible Nen energy smashed into the towering bone demon's head, shattering it with a resounding crack. Fragments of bone scattered like snowflakes, cascading to the ground as the body followed, collapsing into a heap of brittle remains.
Ging stood amidst the chaos, his expression calm but resolute. He had used considerable force this time, leaving no trace o...
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When Ronnel's substitute and Ging's puppet arrived, their sharp, mocking words pierced Overlord's pride. The grief of his tribe's downfall, the bitterness of imprisonment, and his disdain for humanity all surged forth in a storm of raw emotion. Overlord's usual composure shattered, giving way to reckless bravado.
He fell victim to the classic villain flaw—monologuing too much.
To be fair, the undead bone demons had grand ambitions: conquering the lands of the Dark Continent. But...
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Boom!
An unmistakable shot burst from Kaizen's outstretched hand. The aura-infused projectile struck the ruins not far away.
Under the force of the explosive nen-crafted attack, the structure shattered into fragments. Dust and debris filled the air as a massive crater formed in the ground. The scene was reminiscent of Uvogin's destructive power when he unleashed his legendary Big Bang Impact—nearly as devastating.
Kaizen staggered briefly, a sharp backlas...
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Mastering toughness requires an exceptional level of aura control.
Kaizen stared at the compressed aura in his hand, his mind drifting to an idea.
Chakra...
The concept of chakra in the Naruto world bore striking similarities to aura. In that universe, chakra control was split into two key aspects: shape transformation and nature transformation.
Aura followed a comparable principle.
Ten
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Kaizen briefly explained his intentions, his tone calm but resolute.
Silva remained silent for a moment before responding.
"Alright, but Killua can't be left without backup for too long."
"I can arrange that," Kaizen assured. "I have team members who can fill in. One of them has reached the level of a C-rank Nen user, and another possesses a unique ability."
"Very well," Silva nodded.
Kaizen exited the room and quickly sought out Nina and Sally, two of his truste...
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Kaizen shook his head, a firm decision written across his face.
Juliana's eyes widened, her pupils shrinking in disbelief. She hadn't expected Kaizen to say no.
"Why?"
The reason for Kaizen's refusal was straightforward.
In his eyes, Juliana wasn't strong enough. And beyond that, her talent didn't meet his standards.
Kaizen's current team had three members. Each was chosen for specific reasons.
Nina, for instance, was there because her past evoked his sympa...
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No one knows whether they died of starvation or suffocation from the inability to excrete.
After the two were imprisoned, it seemed as if their facial expressions were frozen in time. Overlord couldn't discern their condition.
He had been preoccupied with observing the weakening seal on his prison and failed to notice the subtle changes in their bodies. He hadn't anticipated this result.
The sinister force surrounding the gap had grown weaker under the passage of time, yet i...
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Effect: Imprisoned within a unique space, unable to leave.
Restriction: Applies only to intelligent beings traveling from the Dark Continent to Lake Mobius.
This power helped Overlord counteract the curse but left him completely trapped, stripped of his freedom.
Was this a stroke of luck, or misfortune?
He tried every ounce of his strength but couldn't break free from the restriction. It was as if his immense power was meaningle...
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The undead bone demons were a resilient race, blessed with bodies as hard as stone. Their physical prowess allowed them to survive the harsh environment of their homeland and fend off powerful foes. Yet, this very resilience bred arrogance, and Overlord, their leader, was no exception.
Despite his arrogance, Overlord was not entirely reckless. When Kamamo, an undead bone demon of notable influence, proposed leading an expedition to claim dominion over a ferocious land, Overlord and a fe...
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Standing atop a mountain of dead bone monsters, the king of the undead loomed imposingly, his voice echoing like a thunderclap across the canyon. Every skeleton within earshot bowed in unison, their movements mechanical yet reverent.
The oppressive aura emanating from him was unmistakable.
"Overlord?"
Ronnel tasted the name, muttering it quietly as his gaze remained fixed on the skeletal figure.
The figure's regal bearing and skeletal form reminded Ronnel of a characte...
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"Punch with everything you've got!"
Juliana concentrated her aura into her fist, attempting to mimic something akin to Uvogin's Big Bang Impact.
In terms of oaths and restrictions, her technique carried only a faint edge—it existed, but barely. Its impact was limited.
Even though Juliana was giving it her all, her power remained constrained.
Kaizen dashed forward, closing the gap in an instant. His hands were raised, both clenched into fists.
Boom!
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Three months. That's all the time left until the next major competition.
For Juliana, it was clear—her goal was to face Kaizen as her opponent.
For Kaizen, it didn't matter who stood before him. The result would be the same.
In the Heavens Arena, there was no shortage of formidable challengers, and Juliana was one of the best among them.
"Speaking of which," someone murmured in the stands, "the Floor Masters are basically the core of the Heavens Arena's upper managem...
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The stronger Kaizen became, the more exhilarated Jack felt.
Jack was obsessed with strength. The tougher the opponent, the better the challenge. However, there was a limit—an opponent so overwhelmingly strong that a fight became meaningless.
This was evident when Jack faced the Floor Master of Heavens Arena. Jack couldn't last even a single move against them. Such a one-sided battle held no value for him.
Under the cover of night, the sounds of Kaizen and Jack's sparring e...
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"Brother!"
"Leader!"
"Leader!"
Nina and the other two hurried over, their excitement barely contained.
Kaizen had won, and the three of them were already aware of his strength. Sally herself had been no match for Kaizen, and even Occam, who Sally had evaluated as a powerful fighter, was outclassed.
What thrilled them even more was how Kaizen had achieved victory—effortlessly. Without relying on any specific Nen ability, he had used pure combat skill and mastery...
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Was this even fair? Could anyone be more cunning than this?
If others knew about such an outrageous tactic, they'd have countless things to say—and not one of them polite. Especially those adventurers risking life and limb in dangerous ruins, those who narrowly escaped death, or those who didn't escape at all. They'd surely be cursing their luck, tears of frustration running down their faces.
But Ging Freecss was a qualified adventurer. And qualification meant keep...
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At the intersection of the starting point, aside from Ronnel's main body—which appeared somewhat sluggish due to his dominant consciousness being focused on his double—there was another figure standing there. It was none other than Ging Freecss.
The same scruffy physique, the same Arab-style turban, and the same unshaven face. However, there was one striking difference: both his eyes were gone.
What remained were two dark, hollow sockets, lending an unsettling aura to his pres...
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Ronnel thought of the Phantom Troupe and nodded slightly.
The members of the Troupe rarely spoke about death, yet whether it was Uvogin or Shalnark, both had faced it with unwavering resolve.
Uvogin, even in his final moments, refused to betray the Troupe, and Shalnark, even after death, was not abandoned by his comrades. For them, the Troupe wasn't just a group—it was their treasure.
During his time with Ging, Ronnel could sense a similar attitude. Ging was the kind of pe...
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"It's a bit slow," Ronnel remarked in an even tone, his expression unchanged.
"It's fine. We're not exactly in a rush," Ging responded casually, though his eyebrows suddenly lifted in curiosity.
"The delay here... it's gone?"
"Huh? You're only noticing it now?" Ronnel's tone held a hint of surprise, but his expression soon shifted to one of realization.
It wasn't like Ging to be slow in picking up on something like this. Which could only mean one thing: the delay was p...
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Occam's grasp of Nen techniques was still woefully inadequate.
He lacked a deep understanding of the fundamentals, which often led to flawed assumptions.
After Kaizen used In to hide his presence, Occam's initial interest in the match waned significantly.
Earlier, Occam had been able to sense Kaizen's aura and quickly pinpoint his location. But when Kaizen cloaked himself using In, his presence vanished entirely from Occam's perception.
"Disappea...
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"Start!"
The referee's shout echoed through the arena, marking the beginning of the match.
Neither fighter moved immediately.
Occam, a seasoned competitor, had studied Kaizen's previous fights in detail. He'd watched the recordings over and over.
"This kid has an invisible ability," he muttered to himself. "It appears suddenly, attacking without warning. That's his trump card, no doubt about it."
Occam, who had yet to learn the skill of Gyo for focu...
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The moon hung high in the midnight sky as Killua quietly returned to his hotel. It was the last night of his stay, courtesy of Silva's arrangement.
Over the past month, Killua had spent countless hours in Heavens Arena, honing his skills through battles. With every victory, he climbed higher, gaining not just experience but also increasingly generous rewards. Though the winnings weren't extravagant, they were more than enough to cover his living expenses.
Unbeknownst to Killua, tw...
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Kaizen opened the email. Attached was a photo.
In the picture, a scruffy-looking man lurked in the shadows of an alley, his gaze fixed in one direction.
That direction? Killua.
"Already being watched?" Kaizen muttered to himself. "Though it doesn't seem like much of a threat."
It wasn't unusual for fighters in Heavens Arena to attract attention. Some stalkers were harmless, but others carried far more sinister intentions. Beneath the city's glittering facade lurked ple...
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Ronnel extended his fingers cautiously, reaching toward the gap.
"Boom~"
To his surprise, there was no eruption of deathly malice or powerful skeletal monsters to disrupt the scene. Instead, his fingers touched the gap as though dipping into water, sending ripples across its surface.
"A portal? Or perhaps a boundary? A channel connecting to another world…"
For a moment, rumors about the Grand Canyon flitted through his mind.
"Could this really be connected to t...
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Milluki raised the glass of fruit wine in front of him and drank it in one gulp.
With over a decade of experience from the Zoldyck family and his exceptional talent for understanding games, he could see through the essence of Greed Island at a glance.
But for that very reason, it baffled him even more.
"Who could possibly pull this off? And for what purpose... Ugh, why am I even overthinking this again?"
Annoyed at his wandering thoughts, Milluki slapped his cheek ligh...
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After being tricked by bandits, Killua—the self-proclaimed game strategy master—felt his pride take a significant blow. His sharp intellect had been outmaneuvered, leaving him both frustrated and introspective. To distract himself, he began talking about his second brother, whom he'd encountered at an auction, and the Phantom Troupe, who also made an appearance there.
Unbeknownst to him, his musings were overheard by two nearby individuals.
Killua's eyes twitched, a sense of u...
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"Looking at you, you don't seem like a wanderer who just washed ashore here. You must have come with a purpose. If you're truly intent on being on this island, you should follow the normal gameplay process~"
Greed Island... A game?
Chrollo glanced at the plaque marking the town, deliberated briefly, then walked in.
After securing a hotel room with a computer, he began researching Greed Island online.
"A game where people die... and only Nen users...
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After Silva brought Killua to the Heavens Arena, he arranged for a one-month stay at a nearby hotel. Along with that came the provision of three meals a day.
But aside from these necessities, Silva didn't give Killua a single penny.
This meant Killua couldn't even afford something as simple as a bottle of soda.
To make matters worse, the prize for winning a match on the first floor of Heavens Arena was barely enough to cover a bottle of Coke.
"Clack!"<...
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"What's the matter?"
"I'm giving up on Dandins's mission," Milluki said with a resigned sigh. "I can't find any leads on him."
"I've already spoken to Father about this," Kaizen replied. "He said it's fine. You don't need to concern yourself with Dandins anymore—focus on your other tasks."
Milluki nodded.
"Got it," he said.
Kaizen wasn't surprised.
Dandin was long gone—both his body and soul annihilated, his very existence consumed by the Rotten Knife. ...
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