It's just that his current situation is not quite like the original version. Due to Feitan and Phinks' ruthless rampage, Abengane had no organization to join. From the beginning, he sensed something was off and kept his distance, narrowly avoiding disaster. Now, he's trying to collect cards on his own, but the results are less than satisfactory.
Just when he thought he wouldn't be able to fulfill this employment request, a mysterious man appeared before him, seeking his services to remove a curse. It was truly a case of 'light at the end of the tunnel,' a chance to earn a fortune through exorcism! Abengane thought to himself, but he remained cautious.
"May I ask who the main target of the exorcism is? If possible, I'd like to know in advance to see if it's within my capabilities," Abengane clarified beforehand.
"Of course, that's not a problem," the mysterious man replied with a smile, his hands crossed under his chin. "I wonder if you have time to come with me now?"
"Now?" Abengane hesitated slightly. However, considering that some players had spent years without completing their card collection and that the game was currently unstable, leaving for a while might not be a bad idea.
"No problem!" he agreed. Seeing this, the mysterious man's smile deepened, and the cross on his forehead glowed faintly once more.
The departure of Abengane and the mysterious man didn't cause much of a stir on the island. However, the island's conflicts were becoming increasingly intense. The duo of Feitan and Phinks, along with the Bomber trio of Genthru, Bara, and Sub, were using aggressive and extreme methods to collect cards.
Other players avoided them, fearing their power. Particularly those at the forefront of card collection, like Tsezguerra were becoming increasingly vigilant, afraid of being attacked by those "mad dogs."
"Mad dogs" was the nickname players gave to Genthru and Feitan's group. Despite the game being about card collection, they insisted on using murder to solve problems. This led many players to curse them in their hearts, but they were powerless to do anything about it. The players' mental states were near collapse, but to List and the other GMs, it seemed like a sign that the game was nearing completion. After all, many things often have to break before they can be rebuilt.
The involvement of Bomber Genthru and the Phantom Troupe's Feitan and Phinks had significantly accelerated the game's progress. Although it made the game more dangerous and the experience worse, it couldn't be denied that the possibility of completing a game that had remained unbeaten for nearly a decade was growing.
List, and the others were eagerly anticipating who would be the ultimate winner of the game. Would it be the diligent and professional Tsezguerra? The desperate Bomber Genthru? The unrivaled and reckless Feitan and Phinks? Or perhaps... Gon's group, the son of Ging?
The events on Greed Island were just the tip of the iceberg in this world. List and the other GMs were very attentive, but Ging, the game's creator, wasn't particularly concerned.
"Yo, you're back," Ging greeted casually in the virtual network space, not even looking up to see who had entered.
"How does it feel to be an examiner for the Hunter Exam?"
"So-so, just average," Morin replied, finding a place to sit down.
"How's your research on these documents going?" he asked Ging.
"I've made some progress, but most of it matches what I already knew. Finding new information will take some time," Ging replied, continuing to bury his head in the documents.
"There's no rush. We probably won't take action for about half a year, so you have plenty of time to prepare," Morin said leisurely, sipping a drink. "By the way, have you looked into that [Doraemon Parody] I gave you?"
"Yeah, I tried it out. Its pocket can produce quite a few items, but it's far inferior to mine," Morin said with a chuckle, recalling the amusing [Doraemon Parody]. When he used the card on Greed Island, aside from its appearance being slightly different from the usual Doraemon, it was almost the same.
The items it produced, while not as good as his genuine fourth-dimensional treasure bag, were still quite decent. It even made Morin think that if this [Doraemon Parody] had a normal consciousness and could speak, it might just be the eighth brother added to Doraemon's Seven Little Brothers. After all, if Doraemon could be part of the Seven Little Brothers, there was no reason the [Doraemon Parody] wouldn't qualify.
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Of course, this isn't Morin belittling Doraemon; it's just that his other six brothers are quite extraordinary. Indeed, the Doraemon's Seven Little Brothers, aside from Doraemon himself, each possess unique skills!
Shooting, martial arts, swordsmanship, magic, kicking techniques, and even a werewolf who can breathe fire... So, how did Doraemon end up in this brotherhood? Moreover, he occupies the central position on the friendship communication card, and whenever there's trouble, all the brothers come running. Is Doraemon really just an ordinary childcare robot? Or are all his brothers also childcare robots?!
What kind of manufacturer and school would design and cultivate such robotic cats as his seven brothers?! So, Doraemon's situation among his brothers is quite similar to Nobita's status among Gian, Suneo, Shizuka, and Dekisugi. Truly, they are kindred spirits. Thinking about Doraemon and his brothers, Morin couldn't help but sigh. It seems like every team has one seemingly weak member who is actually the destined protagonist? Yes, it's a staple of hot-blooded manga...
Morin and Ging continued to delve into information about the Dark Continent. Meanwhile, inside the Greed Island game, the next stage was finally approaching. Killua didn't spend much time passing the Hunter Exam this time. Returning to the game, he unexpectedly encountered familiar faces while passing through the bounty city of Andochiba.
"Kalluto?! And Fat Pig?!!" On the street, Killua was surprised to see his brothers in front of him.
"Who are you calling a pig?!" Milluki's forehead immediately formed a crossroad of veins at Killua's words. Holding a bag of fried fish chips he bought from the Cat Boss, he spat at Killua, "Even in the game, you don't know how to show basic respect to your elder brother?!"
Killua: "(*—"—), oh~"
"What kind of attitude is that?!" Milluki bristled. Meanwhile, Kalluto, upon seeing Killua, became unusually demure, hiding behind Milluki like a proper young lady, just as their mother, Kikyo, had taught.
Killua was used to Kalluto and Milluki's reactions. He was mainly curious about how they ended up here. "Didn't you fail to compete for the Greed Island game?" Killua asked, puzzled. "Why haven't you gone back?"
With Milluki's personality, he should be at home by now, sitting in a swivel chair, snacking and playing with figures.
"None of your business~" Milluki huffed arrogantly. "If you can get in, of course, I have my ways too!!" He glanced at Kalluto but ultimately didn't sell him out.
"I see..." Killua rubbed his chin, looking at Kalluto and then at Milluki. Suddenly, he smiled brightly, "Say, you don't have anything to do right now, do you?"
"Hmm? What's up?!" Milluki was wary of Killua's sudden gentle tone, "What are you planning?"
"If possible..." Killua transformed into a figure resembling the Cat Boss who ran a restaurant, rubbing his hands together, "I wonder if you could do me a favor?"
"My dearest Milluki..."
Milluki: o o o
Really, even when asking for help, you can't bring yourself to call me "second brother" or "big brother"?!
"A favor, huh?" Milluki's face was full of "smiles," "No problem at all!!!"
After hearing this, both Killua and Milluki shared a knowing smile. Yes, the Zoldyck family truly is "loving and caring"...
In a distant, unknown sea far from the six continents...