Meeting Uvogin

"This is the Invisible Cloak, an item that can make a person invisible."

"With it, sneaking into the prison won't be difficult as long as I'm careful. We'll have to rely on it to rescue Uvogin."

Before everyone, Ian spoke as he picked up the item in his hand.

Activating his Nen, he gently slipped the white Invisible Cloak over himself.

The next moment, under everyone's astonished gazes, his figure slowly vanished from where he stood, like a ripple fading away.

Chrollo and the others stood rooted to the spot.

"He really disappeared!" Pakunoda's beautiful eyes widened as she cried out in a hushed voice, unable to believe it.

"He did disappear!" Feitan was momentarily stunned. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

"Hey, Ian, are you still there!?"

Pakunoda and the others were also astonished. They quickly asked whether Ian was still there.

"Shh... I'm right here. Don't worry!"

Hidden beneath the Invisible Cloak, Ian could make out his surroundings and see Chrollo and the others through his faint, indistinct field of vision.

It was a strange feeling, being invisible while the others couldn't see him.

Slightly amused, Ian watched Nobunaga keep looking toward the spot where he stood. After a moment's thought, he gently took a step to the side.

The next moment.

Chrollo, Feitan, Nobunaga, and the others instantly looked toward the place he had moved to.

Seeing this, Ian understood.

Sure enough, although the Invisible Cloak hid him from sight, it couldn't mask the sound of his footsteps.

Even his presence didn't disappear.

It was just like Meleoron's Nen Ability, Perfect Plan, in the Ant arc.

Against ordinary people, this item might be very useful.

But against experts, even the slightest movement or trace of his presence would give him away.

Fortunately, he was only using the item to sneak into the prison.

Those guards were nothing more than sturdy ordinary people.

"I'm going. I'll leave things here to you. Once I bring Uvogin out, remember to get away quickly!"

Ian's voice slowly came from the empty grass.

Then the rustling of footsteps gradually receded from Chrollo and the others.

They all hid in the shadows, eyes wide as they watched the prison entrance with great tension.

Although they couldn't see him, they knew Ian was heading there now.

Although the guards probably couldn't detect Ian.

They still couldn't help worrying about him.

Chrollo's expression was calm, but after witnessing Ian's various Nen Ability items, he still felt deeply shaken.

It wasn't as though he had never seen the Nen users around the elders.

He had originally thought Nen Abilities were merely tools for making people stronger, but after seeing what Ian could do, his view had changed.

That was right!

Nen users shouldn't be so one-dimensional.

Nen users who focused solely on physical strength had no room for development.

In his view, the incredible Nen Ability items created by Nen users... those were where the wonders of Nen Abilities lay.

If strength alone was used to measure Nen users, wouldn't that be far too dull?

"Perhaps... Nen users shouldn't be limited to one ability!"

Chrollo murmured.

Ian perhaps didn't know that it was his use of the various items from the 4D Pocket that inspired Chrollo's conception of his future Nen Ability.

At that moment.

Ian, draped in the Invisible Cloak, had already approached the prison entrance.

A group of burly guards were lazily teasing one another out of boredom.

With Ian acting deliberately while the guards were unaware, there was no way ordinary people like them could detect him.

Even though Ian was already standing right in front of them.

But who, without even the concept of invisibility in mind, would question an empty space before their eyes?

Ian swaggered inside without alerting anyone.

He passed through the prison gate and down a corridor, soon arriving inside the prison.

A guard in charge there had long since fallen asleep in the sun for his afternoon nap.

"They're only a private armed force, not an army, after all. There's no way these guys could be as disciplined as soldiers in a barracks."

Seeing this, Ian merely muttered under his breath before heading farther into the prison.

The napping guard left behind opened his bleary eyes, turned to look around, and muttered.

"Strange, did someone just come by?"

Then, after confirming that no one was there, he lay down again and slept soundly.

Along the way, Ian saw many prisoners held there.

Among them were people who had smuggled themselves in from outside, as well as people from Meteor City itself.

Some had been arrested for offending the Third Elder, while others were held there as enemies of Meteor City.

Some were bruised and battered, some were skin and bones, and others wore hunting outfits and looked utterly dejected...

Ian passed these prisoners without paying them any attention.

Without a doubt, in Ian's eyes, Meteor City was a place where people devoured one another.

Under the iron law of survival, where the strong preyed on the weak, he had neither the time nor the inclination to take responsibility for whether others lived or died.

All he wanted now was to find Uvogin as soon as possible.

Before long.

On the third level of the prison, inside a cell, he saw Uvogin.

Through the cell's iron door, he saw Uvogin's back, which was already somewhat broad.

Ian glanced at the two neighboring cells, and after confirming no one was inside, called out in a low voice.

"Uvogin, wake up..."

As though he had heard Ian's voice, Uvogin's figure, lying on its side, stirred.

Then he clutched his abdomen and struggled to his feet.

That guy Ron was most likely an Enhancement-type Nen user too. The last punch he had landed on Uvogin had been so heavy that Uvogin had barely managed to recover from it.

Even now, the slightest movement hurt like hell.

"Strange... I thought I just heard Ian's voice..."

Uvogin scratched his head in confusion, glanced around his empty cell, then looked at the neighboring cell. Suddenly, his expression changed.

"Could Ian, Nobunaga, and the others have been caught trying to save me!?"

The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and he couldn't help wanting to shout.

Just as he was about to shout.

"Hey, Uvogin, keep it down. It's me, Ian!"

The voice that suddenly appeared out of nowhere made Uvogin's eyes widen. He stared at the empty space in front of him in disbelief.

"I-Ian, where are you?"

"Don't tell me that guy Ron killed you..."

"You... you... I'll kill that guy!"

Seeing Uvogin's eyes redden and his fists clench, veins bulging, Ian slapped his forehead. Afraid the guy's thoughts would run wild, he lifted a corner of the Invisible Cloak and said irritably.

"Hey, don't let your imagination run wild, Uvogin..."

Seeing half of Ian's body suddenly appear in midair, Uvogin's eyes went wider than a bull's. Unable to process it for a moment, he stammered!

"I-Ian, what's going on with you!?"

"Shh..."

"Keep your voice down, or someone might notice."

As Ian spoke, he took a look at Uvogin's face. His gaze turned cold, but he continued to tease him.

"What else would be going on? I came to get you out!"

"How are you now? Can you still walk?"

"And... how did your face turn into a panda's? Who did it?"

Although he didn't know what a panda was.

Uvogin felt considerable pressure when he heard Ian's words.

For some reason, even though he was clearly the one who was hurt.

Seeing Ian's teasing expression, Uvogin felt like a child who had done something wrong and come face-to-face with a parent.