Risk

Forcing Nen upon a burly man before killing him to see if it would lead to rapid leveling.

This was why Moro had specifically left one person alive.

Moro had never attempted to force Nen open before, and he doubted he could do it with a peaceful state of mind, instead forcefully opening the burly man's aura nodes.

This would likely result in some malice contaminating the process, causing the burly man to endure both mental and physical agony during the forced Nen opening.

But why would Moro care about the burly man's human rights?

He immediately stuffed a towel into the burly man's mouth, then reached out to control his Nen, channeling it into the burly man's body.

Instantly, the volatile Nen rampaged wildly within the burly man.

While violently forcing open his aura nodes, it also inflicted extreme pain upon the burly man.

"Mmmph...!"

The burly man's face contorted, his body arching and twisting like a shrimp.

Moro watched expressionlessly. Once the burly man's aura output reached its maximum, Moro reached out and snapped the burly man's neck.

The room instantly fell silent.

Moro stood up and immediately checked the level status on his hand.

In truth, there was no need to check.

The moment he killed the burly man, Moro's aura output level remained unchanged.

"Looks like it won't work."

His level hadn't increased, and Moro sighed lightly, not overly disappointed.

If he could level up so quickly through this method, he likely wouldn't receive much feedback.

This was merely a very realistic outcome.

Moro lowered his hand, his eyes filled with thought.

Killing a target after they had their Nen opened did not meet the conditions for leveling up.

In other words, the targets that met the leveling conditions must be Nen users with "similar cultivation levels"?

Or perhaps Nen users who had already developed their abilities?

If that were the case—

Would killing powerful Nen users allow him to level up many times at once?

However, conversely, the conditions for leveling up would likely become more stringent the further he progressed.

"When the time is right, I'll head to Heaven's Arena."

Moro collected his thoughts and glanced at the two corpses in the room.

He had considered that the transaction involving Shinra might attract some scavengers.

But he hadn't expected them to arrive so quickly, and so brazenly.

Thinking about it now...

Before his rebirth, the reason he could quickly secure a piece of the pie in Yorknew City was largely due to Molena's backing.

Now that he was venturing into Yorknew City alone, in the eyes of some scavengers, he was naturally a piece of meat that could be easily devoured.

Moro put away his handgun, then twisted off the limbs of the two corpses with his bare hands, creating as gruesome a scene as possible.

After doing so, Moro dialed a number and paid to summon two cleaners.

This was another characteristic of Yorknew City.

As long as you could afford it, you could hire people to dispose of bodies.

After paying, Moro left the room with Shinra, leaving the two cleaners to tidy up the scene.

It was foreseeable that once the cleaners took the bodies away, they would also leak this outcome.

And the gruesome state of the two corpses would invisibly increase the deterrent effect.

This was what Moro wanted to see; at least it would curb the intentions of some petty criminals and save him some trouble.

However, the direct approach of those two burly men had intensified Moro's desire to quickly sell Shinra.

After all, there was a profit margin of over a billion...

Enough to blind a group of overconfident fools.

Moro didn't want to deal with such matters every day, as it would interfere with his cultivation during his free time.

Night fell.

The bustling side of Yorknew City was revealed.

Skyscrapers stood tall, lights intertwined like dragons.

The roads were filled with traffic, like a silver river flowing down.

Moro avoided the light, stepping into the shadows, weaving through the intricate alleyways.

The mafia in Yorknew City is unlike the norm; whether it's crime or their numerous gray industries, everything is openly displayed.

They are always impeccably dressed in suits and are not afraid of the spotlight.

This city is the absolute home turf of the mafia.

However, there are still some people who prefer to conduct their transactions in the dark, underground.

Moro, unable to simply hand over Shinra to the major auction houses, found an intermediary who specialized in underground dealings.

"1.25 billion, no problem... I can find you a client and guarantee there won't be any complications, but I'll take a 15% cut."

In an underground room, the intermediary, holding a pipe, stated his terms. He then removed the pipe and gently tapped it on the table, his eyes fixed on Moro's reaction.

This item, Shinra, was related to a wealthy collector with quite a background.

About a month prior, the wealthy collector was found dead in his home, and all the top security personnel he had hired were also killed without exception.

Not a single one of the precious collectibles the collector had gathered during his lifetime remained.

This was a typical case of a home invasion and murder, and the Senra Meito was one of the collector's possessions.

For some unknown reason, it had recently surfaced in Yorknew City.

Even more astonishing was that the person who sold it was just an unknown petty thief, and the buyer was a visiting teenager.

Even though the intermediary had personally confirmed this information, he still found it somewhat absurd.

But it didn't matter; this was a business opportunity that had come to him, and he was determined to make a profit.

Moro readily agreed to the intermediary's terms: "Alright, but I have one condition."

"Oh?"

The intermediary raised an eyebrow, surprised by Moro's straightforwardness, and asked, "What is it?"

"Advance me 800 million."

Moro looked directly into the intermediary's eyes.

Upon hearing this, the intermediary chuckled, thinking Moro was being too presumptuous.

But his smile quickly faded.

Moro continued, "On that condition, no matter what price you negotiate, I will only ask for 200 million as the final payment."

"..."

The intermediary's smile vanished, and his expression became somewhat solemn. Meeting Moro's calm and steady gaze, he slowly said, "To make a billion with a 10 million investment that reduces risk, you're making a huge profit."

"Your information is quite well-informed."

Hearing the intermediary mention twenty million, Moro remained unfazed and pressed, "So, what's your answer?"

"I'm a businessman, why would I refuse more profit?"

The intermediary narrowed his eyes.

If he hadn't known that Moro was not as harmless as he appeared, he would never have agreed to such terms.

After all, as an intermediary, he had a lot of room for maneuver between the buyer and seller.

But this was fine too; he was confident he could sell Shinra for a higher price, and the difference would be his profit from this deal.

Soon, the transaction was completed.

Moro received 800 million on the spot, and he had no intention of collecting the previously discussed final payment of 200 million.

The intermediary, having dealt with too many shady businesses, naturally understood Moro's intention, which was why he had agreed so readily.

"By the way, may I ask, where do you get your information?"

As he was leaving, Moro curiously inquired about the intermediary's sources.

The intermediary smiled and handed Moro a business card, saying, "I heard that if you get a Hunter License, you can buy any information on the Hunter Website. Of course, we don't have the license, but we have decent information channels."

"Thanks."

Moro took the business card and turned to leave.

The intermediary didn't watch Moro's retreating back but instead caressed Shinra with great fondness, his eyes gleaming.

He stood to make at least 600 million from this deal.

As for the risk of selling it...

If he didn't have the capability, he wouldn't have taken on this business.

A week later.

The intermediary, along with a group of his subordinates, met the client willing to purchase Shinra for 1.5 billion.

The client was a man with burn scars on half of his face. Before the intermediary and his group arrived, several briefcases had already been placed on the table.

The intermediary glanced at the briefcases, naturally assuming they contained money.

He raised his hand, and a subordinate stepped forward, handing Shinra to the man.

The man took Shinra, and his brow furrowed slightly.

The Nen on the blade...

Was gone.

Across the table.

The broker opened his briefcase and looked down, only to find it completely empty.

"Huh?"

In an instant, the broker's expression changed. Without hesitation, he drew his pistol.

Shlunk—

Suddenly, a sharp blade pierced the broker's chest.

"Ugh..."

The broker's body trembled. He widened his eyes, looking at the bloodied blade protruding from his chest, then struggled to turn his head, trying to see where the knife had come from.

Then he witnessed an incomprehensible, bizarre sight.

From the shadow behind him—

A person wrapped in a headscarf and mask emerged. What was terrifying was that only their upper body was visible, while the rest of their body seemed to have merged with the shadow.

The katana that had pierced his chest was held in that person's hand.

This kind of attire...

The broker thought of something, and then his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.