"Hello."
"Hello."
From height to appearance, including the phone in his hand, the person was no different from the Humans Roy had seen and known... except for some differences in clothing style and necklace accessories due to regional and aesthetic differences, he was completely... a normal human.
Meeting a normal human in the territory of magical beasts, seeing the other party reach out with a smile, Roy also reached out, casually conjuring his Asauchi and stabbing it towards his heart.
"Bang!"
A bullet suddenly shot out, hitting the blade accurately, causing the Short-hilt to deviate slightly, scraping a piece of flesh off the man's shoulder... The man frowned and seized the opportunity to distance himself from Roy.
"Why did you stab me?"
"Because..." Roy twirled a sword flower, looking calmly at the pot-bellied middle-aged man before him. "I can't accept being sold as a pig and still having to count the money for the seller."
The [En], capable of capturing others' inner voices, covered the ground like a large bowl inverted, listening to everything within a radius of nearly two hundred meters... The moment it touched the middle-aged man, Roy detected an undisguised malice deep in his heart... That was the malice of regarding him as prey rather than a compatriot!
"I don't understand what you mean." Frank Becki took out a cigarette and lit it. He clawed at his chest with his right hand, actually opening up his chest cavity to reveal a miniature bunker. "Boys, get to work!"
"Hey! We actually ran into a Blasphemer... Boss, we're going to be rich this time!"
"Bright... too bright... What exactly did this guy do... Why is the back of his hand so bright?"
"Idiot, that's not brightness, that's a Mark! Such a powerful Mark... I've been in the city for so many years and haven't seen one more intense than his!"
"What was the name of that traitor wanted by the Bishop last time... let me think... Garcia... Right, even that Ribery Garcia wasn't as bright as him..."
"Whoosh..." The small door of the bunker opened, and a group of tiny people swarmed out... These tiny people exited the bunker and grew in the wind, quickly becoming the size of normal adults. Holding various cold and hot weapons, they stared at Roy with fervent eyes. Every single one of them... was a Nen user!
[Bunker]: Able to store all things (including oneself) inside the miniature bunker within the chest cavity. Objects entering the bunker shrink; conversely, upon leaving the bunker, they quickly restore to their original state... This was precisely the Nen ability of the middle-aged man, Frank Becki!
The Curse on the back of his hand was counting down his lifespan second by second... Without needing this group to chatter, Roy had already listened to their inner voices one by one using [En], and his heart sank to the bottom.
First, it could be confirmed that the continent under his feet was the real Dark Continent... Second, being watched by [God], he was like a streetlamp walking in the dark. Anyone who encountered him could instantly identify his status as a Blasphemer. And...
What Roy hadn't expected was that Frank Becki was right... The group before him were, like him, descendants of [God's Abandoned People] or [Blasphemers]. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them "compatriots".
The difference was that he came from the land of exile, while these people... living perennially in the Uzuki Forest to indirectly avoid God's tentacles, were also considered indirectly exiled. It was just that they hadn't been exiled as far away as the Lake Center Island...
Roy keenly excavated the truth from the heart of a hood-wearing Nen user—
This 4K Party led by Frank Becki was hunting Abandoned People everywhere as a pledge of allegiance to present to the [Storm Church], seeking to erase the Mark and restore the name of Believer, which meant... according to Frank Becki—returning to the embrace of [God]!
'Why should we pay for the mistakes made by our ancestors, my Lord... I want to go back, we want to go back!'
A vague image surfaced in his mind: Frank Becki kneeling at the feet of an old man wearing a red robe embroidered with lightning insignias, holding his smelly feet and kissing the tips of his shoes... Roy raised his hand and fired a flying slash, splitting a burly man chopping at him in half. He suddenly thought of a saying... pitiful people must have hateful qualities!
The boy sliced off the burly man's head, stepped on his headless corpse, and looked mockingly at Frank Becki. "Do the Bishop's smelly feet taste good?"
Frank Becki bit through his cigarette, looking coldly at Roy, and instructed those around him, "Empty your minds for me. Don't think blindly. This guy can read minds!"
Without some capability, one really couldn't pull a team together. What did a young boy know... To do great things, one cherishes their life; for small profits, one risks it. What was licking feet? If told to eat shit, Frank would eat it. As long as the Mark could be erased, the name of Believer restored, the status of a Citizen of the [Principality of Samir] obtained, and he could escape this rotten place, the Uzuki Forest that refreshed once a year, everything would be worth it!
"Little brat is quite crafty!"
The burly man had died recklessly just before, and Frank Becki warned them right after... Nelson, wearing the hood, quickly pointed out two people. "Katie, Torre, control."
"Muto, Garcia, ranged damage output..."
"Olivia, stay back and treat the wounded..."
"Everyone else..." Nelson pressed down the hood on his head, quickly drew a soft sword from his waist, and charged at Roy with psychedelic steps. "Follow me!"
"Whoosh... Whoosh... Whoosh..." A series of Nen bullets followed closely behind, shooting toward Roy. The soft sword pierced the air, flashing a cold glint... A giant axe chopped down, bringing a howling wind... Long-range and close-range attacks arrived in front of Roy in an instant. Taking advantage of the boy being unprepared... a shadow chain wound like a spirit snake along the ground, locking onto Roy's shadow. Coupled with two illusory "Nen Hands", they abruptly appeared behind Roy, clamping around his neck...
Roy held his sword as if unaware. Amidst the flash of blades, shadows of axes, and hail of bullets, he looked at Frank Becki, who was leisurely playing with a "Nen Tool" pistol in his hand. It was branded with the "Divine Character"—Infinite, implying "Infinite Fire"...
The Short-hilt in his hand turned red and ignited. "Poof" went the raging flames as he slashed horizontally—
[Ken · Zanka no Tachi!]
In a flash—
A thin line of fire swept past...
Everyone except Frank Becki fell silent instantly, as if rehearsed. Although their bodies were still moving, for some reason, their heads flew up, just like the burly man whose head Roy had just sliced off...
Everyone, including Nelson in the hood, watched blood spray from their necks and felt the world spin. Only then did they suddenly realize that they had been decapitated, their heads sliced off by the boy's single sword strike!
Then, their vision went black. Like dumplings being dropped into a pot, "Thud... Thud..." they fell to the ground...
[System Message: Life Energy +4+6+8+7+10...]