The Monster Appears!
Clang!
Chrollo dropped the dagger from his hand to the ground, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead. He looked down at the fallen dagger, his pupils shrinking in disbelief.
It's unbelievable that my body was affected by just murderous intent...
My hands are trembling...
He could feel his body losing control.
Despite being horrified by the terrifying Nen spread by the other party, the mental pressure it brought to Chrollo was not actually that great.
He understood that this was the effect of the opponent's Nen Ability.
"Is this an indiscriminate attack method...?"
Chrollo murmured to himself.
Aimina gazed at him calmly and said softly.
"Should we stop here?"
"It may be inappropriate to say this, but even during the Gandor Dynasty, there were many who were less gifted in Nen than you, and similarly, many who came before me despite this level of Intimidation..."
She said with a somewhat complicated expression.
"Courage is very important; losing courage is equivalent to giving up all possibilities."
As she spoke, she thought of her father Sashado.
She still can't understand why her strongest and most resolute father would fall into the terror of the Fear-Eater and succumb to it...
Clearly, in the end, they also defeated the Fear-Eater...
If Father could have held on and fought alongside them, the Gandor Dynasty would not have fallen in the end...
Hearing what Aimina said.
Chrollo's eyes narrowed, his Nen surged, and his face remained expressionless.
Calm down, overcome your physical fear, bend down to pick up the dagger, and whisper.
"You're right..."
"Courage and composure are both essential."
"For this, even if we have to pay a price, it's worth it!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
"Laugh!"
He clenched his fist and plunged the dagger into his palm. It wasn't a deep stab, but the dagger was indeed poisoned— the Golden-Bark Tree Thorn Venom borrowed from Feitan's Big Black Umbrella.
Its effect is to inflict a corrosive pain on the enemy that is nearly ten times more intense than nerve pain.
In just one second, veins bulged on Chrollo's forehead and arms.
But.
His face remained expressionless as he clenched his fists, forcing himself to speak through the pain.
"In this way, the physical fear is dispelled."
This scene shocked everyone around.
Feitan crossed his arms and said in a deep voice.
"Chrollo used the poison from the black umbrella, and this guy... is currently enduring unimaginable pain. He's using the pain to get rid of the effects of the Intimidation on his body."
Hearing his words, everyone present was shocked by Chrollo's behavior.
Ian watched the game intently.
He had just felt the terrifying power of Aimina's Intimidation, and Chrollo, being the one targeted, was naturally more affected.
He thought Chrollo would stop challenging him here, but he didn't expect the other party to take such measures.
Perhaps.
This is why Chrollo and his friends will be able to become powerful figures in the future...
Perseverance... determination... the will to risk everything—none of these can be lacking.
Nobunaga, Feitan, Machi, and others were around him.
They all watched Chrollo's actions closely, understanding Chrollo perfectly, and also gaining some insight from Chrollo behavior.
Even when he was by Ian's side.
Chrollo was also the most rational and self-disciplined among them.
His actions inspired everyone.
After Chrollo finished his challenge, everyone else joined in and challenged Aimina as well.
I spent a sleepless night.
At the same time.
As dawn broke.
Feilieka, a city in the Democratic Republic of the Congo a bustling and prosperous center for the trade of various rare gemstones.
But today, the once bustling streets are deserted and silent.
Despite the numerous separatist forces within the country, who have been at war with each other for years and vying for gemstone resources across the land to fund their military campaigns.
However, they tacitly avoided extending the war to Feilieka.
Because the various warlords in this country also understood that if the war escalated, it would affect merchants from all over the country from coming to trade, and everyone would suffer losses.
Therefore, the city is even guarded by troops from several powerful forces year-round.
But everything vanished last night.
"Bang!"
On the street, with a dull thud, a huge armored tank lay overturned on the side of the road, its surface charred black, clearly having survived a major battle.
Just then, the armored tank was violently thrown into the air.
It rolled several times before crashing to the ground, the cannon barrel crushed beneath the vehicle.
On the deserted street, a huge, pale, rotting-looking bone dragon, like an alien species, lay heavily on the ground, leaning against its forewing elbow bone, and crawled forward.
Any obstacle that stands in its way is blown away by its wing!
Wherever it walked, it was surrounded by pitch-black Black Mud, within Black Mud struggled all sorts of ferocious and crazed humanoid creatures, like vengeful spirits or corpses.
In the heart of Feilieka, atop a skyscraper reaching a height of 315 meters.
A slightly desiccated, decaying Corpse sat on the rooftop.
The surrounding scenery was unobstructed. From him down the entire high-rise building, all sorts of bizarre and enormous Pterosaurs hovered around him, and the glass on every floor of the towering building was shattered.
Looking into the building, you'll see black mist looming within, and many monsters walking around inside, making the entire building resemble a Demon Cave.
"I never imagined that four thousand years had already passed..."
"Have humanity of this era abandoned 'the Nen' and turned to pursue another kind of external power...?"
The dried-up, Corpse spoke in a hoarse voice.
He was none other than Sashado had opened the [Netherworld Gate] last night and left that Purgatory world.
He is not stupid.
The first priority was to launch an attack on a large number of people in the city's central urban area.
They were all sacrificed.
At the same time, they frantically absorbed information about this era through television and other means.
His actions were too swift, and his methods were extremely shrewd.
So much so that the people of Feilieka were transformed into essential sacrifices before they even had a chance to understand what was going on.
Although a few others who had also awakened "Nen" escaped.
But Sashado didn't care...
The most important thing now is to transform the mortals who were sacrificed back into his power.
As long as his power can be restored, he will not care how the mortals in the world intend to stop him from taking any step he takes to regain his lost power.
And at this very moment.
On the outskirts of the Feilieka, a burly, muscular figure overturned the ruins and crawled out.
The opponent's strong physique and exaggeratedly developed muscle lines left everyone speechless.
"Bang--"
He shook his blond hair, which stood upright on his head, sending dust flying.
This is Biscuit freeing herself from her usual routine.
She stood up, her muscular frame clad in an extravagant Lolita-style outfit that clashed terribly with her current demeanor, even though... it was already stretched tattered...
Biscuit gazed at the tall building in the distance where the monster was hovering, her expression grave, and said in a hoarse voice.
"What exactly is that terrifying monster...?"
"Could it be what the president mentioned!? Hiss..."
Upon realizing this, she gasped and, unable to resist, dialed Netero's number.
"Master, something terrible has happened..."
Upon answering the phone, Netero immediately heard Biscuit's words on the other end, but he remained calm and spoke in a deep voice.
"What happened, Biscuit?"
"I'm in Feilieka, the central city of the Congo, and here... I think I've seen the monster you mentioned in the Gandor Ruins!"
Upon hearing Biscuit's words, Netero's pupils contracted, and he said in a hoarse voice.
"Could he have fled there!?"
"How are you right now, Biscuit? I need you to tell me in detail what happened!?"