Ignoring them, Loki sat on a half-person-high rock, looking up at the two. "Do any of your acquaintances include a Nen remover?"
One of them looked at Loki in surprise. "Kid, are you clueless? You're a newbie, right?
You're the type who wanders into Masadora's shops, then leaves—probably too broke to buy spell cards. But you have a specific card in your card book. Hand it over."
Loki's calm voice cut through the air. "Didn't you hear my question? Do any of your acquaintances include a Nen remover?"
Loki's voice held an irresistible authority. The two seemed startled.
"We don't know anything about a Nen re—"
They paused, realizing they shouldn't answer.
A kid daring to speak to them like that was asking for death. 'Damn it, he's mocking us!' They clenched their fists, approaching Loki.
"Kid, last chance. Hand over your card book, or—"
"Or—"
"No—"
Their voices caught. They stopped, fists still clenched, slowly raising their heads. A black shadow rose from the ground, engulfing them.
Loki propped his chin on his hand, resting it on his knee. "Trash like you isn't worth my effort." He casually waved his hand. "Zen'in."
Loki spoke softly.
A red giant materialized behind him, its powerful Nen radiating intense, soul-stirring waves.
The two men's arrogance vanished, replaced by terror.
They'd seen Nen beasts before, but this kid's Nen beast emanated an astonishingly terrifying aura.
Zenki's appearance was fearsome, its long axe gleaming eerily.
Thud! The two men knelt.
Loki looked at the five or six cards and three spell cards in his card book, sneering at the nearby blood.
"A few years in Greed Island, and this is all you have?
You're wasting precious space."
He shook his head, selecting three spell cards to contact Hisoka.
The connection was made instantly, and Loki heard a pained cry on the other end.
"Any news?"
"None. Worse, I've got a bunch of suicidal idiots clinging to me." Hisoka sounded annoyed, having been targeted by players harassing newbies.
Loki narrowed his eyes.
This would slow their search for the Nen remover.
It would take time.
"It's fine. Let's eliminate some obstacles. Fewer players mean a smaller target pool."
Hisoka was surprised. "You want me to go on a killing spree, Lord Yohane?!"
"Suit yourself. But before you kill anyone, confirm if they're the Nen remover or know anything about him."
"I will."
"That's all."
Loki was about to end the call when Hisoka asked, "Is this communication method using a game spell card?"
Loki nodded. "And when you kill, take all the cards from their card books."
"Lord Yohane, to clear the game..."
"Hmm. I'm just curious about a few things."
"Understood!"
The call ended. Loki looked at his card book.
What kind of Nen abilities allowed for this card-based game?
The card book, the spell cards, the transformation between cards and items—it was all mysterious, even to Loki.
But one thing was clear: from the game's amazing items, Loki sensed the power of the creators—the ones who developed this game, including Greed Island's creator, Ging Freecss.
They were very strong. If the game's development mirrored ability development, Loki could imagine how Greed Island was created.
However, one question remained: did maintaining this ability require a significant amount of Nen? If so, it was terrifying. Each use of a spell card, each summoning of the card book, each acquisition of a card—the Nen required wasn't insignificant.
Loki also considered clearing the game.
One item intrigued him: the Designated Card, Risky Dice, Acquisition Difficulty: S-rank. A 20-sided die with one face representing great misfortune and nineteen representing great fortune.
Rolling great fortune brought good things, but great misfortune reversed the fortune's effects.
A one in twenty chance of great misfortune.
Loki was willing to take the risk. If it could be used with the system, it would narrow down random draws.
He might not get the exact ability, but the range would be much smaller, eliminating useless abilities.
However, whether this item could influence the system remained to be seen. If it could, Loki wanted to try.
He looked towards Masadora.
"Player Purge. Let's complete this mission and find the Nen remover!"
The stench of blood was unmistakable. Hisoka's dangerous smile frightened the patrons of the tavern. He was clearly dangerous.
Hisoka approached Goreinu. As Hisoka began to speak, Goreinu involuntarily recoiled.
"What do you want?"
Hisoka spread his hands. "Don't be afraid! I just want you to give me your seat."
Goreinu quickly moved away, his eyes fixed on Hisoka. Hisoka smiled and sat down.
Loki glanced at him. "Any results?"
"Nothing." Hisoka shrugged nonchalantly. This attitude...
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