Remaining Value

Ghosts do not pose a physical threat, but the eerie fog that sweeps in can block your path and obscure the surrounding environment.

This caused the already somewhat scattered consciousness of Saiyu to lose its direction.

"Get out of my way!"

"Get out of my way!"

Even though his artery was cut, he was still able to speak, his flesh and blood showing remarkable resilience.

Saiyu scoffed lightly, waving his long staff to scatter the approaching ghosts.

His vision blurred and his limbs felt weak.

Excessive blood loss.

We must find the accomplices who landed on the island as soon as possible, Beyond.

His encounter with Oboro was very brief, and he couldn't buy any time... However, even if Beyond's men arrived in time, Saiyu now understood that it would be futile. He saw some of Oboro's trump cards, but not necessarily all of them.

The most urgent task is to leave the island as soon as possible and get the message out.

At the very least, we should notify the others to escape as soon as possible... and relay Oboro's background to Beyond.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the vengeful ghosts floating around him, mocking him... One ghost after another, like clouds swirling nearby, roaring at him or screaming in his ears.

This made his already severe injuries even more difficult, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

The wound on his neck left a conspicuous trail of blood along his escape route.

"Get... out..."

After enduring the ghost's mental attacks for a while, Saiyu weakly swung his weapon to drive away the spreading eerie green smoke and spoke in Exhaust voice.

He found his voice to be very weak, and his life force was draining away... He seemed to be dying.

Then, with a thud, he couldn't even hold onto the stick, and the weapon fell to the ground.

He couldn't shake it off... He couldn't shake off this area filled with Ghost Mist.

The fog spread faster than he had anticipated, and covered a large area.

Thump.

Saiyu knelt on both knees, supporting himself with one hand on the ground, while the other hand still tightly covered the bleeding wound... His face was as pale as paper.

He has a clear understanding of his current situation.

Near death!

"He shouldn't have come... He didn't think things through. The fact that King and Pariston see him as a threat is enough to prove how dangerous he is! Even if it was Beyond's order, I could have refused it long ago... No wonder he wanted to go to the Dark Continent ... There's no reason for someone like him to remain in the human world."

After only half a minute, Saiyu collapsed to the ground, his body temperature began to drop, and he felt the chill.

All around him were a group of ghosts flying and swirling in the air, silently watching his death.

As if welcoming him, the new member who was about to join them.

"Pariston!"

A smiling face appeared in my mind as I revisited Journey to the Saiyu.

He was subordinate to Beyond, but had no contact with Pariston.

The so-called cooperation was only between Beyond and Pariston. Within the Association, he still acted independently as one of the Zodiacs, doing everything according to his own will.

To put it bluntly, he could team up with Yorkshire and others to deal with Pariston, no problem.

But whenever Beyond spoke, he had no choice but to comply.

I've been tricked.

Pariston wanted to get rid of Oboro, but of course he wouldn't do it himself, so he approached Beyond... that guy, using the fact that Oboro shared the same goals and characteristics as Beyond, persuaded his boss.

In other words, Pariston had long anticipated that Beyond would send him to make a move... After all, given Beyond's situation, he couldn't directly find Oboro and communicate with him in person.

Even overt communication is not possible.

And Gel...

Pariston even anticipated Yorkshire's plans...

Even if they ultimately failed to eliminate Oboro, and even if they themselves died, it was all foreseeable by Pariston.

With another member of the Zodiacs Branches present, they could also convict Oboro, the executioner, at least making it impossible for him to remain in the Association ...

Long couldn't possibly kill even the Snake Gel, could he? With two of the Zodiacs dying suddenly, Long would surely be considered the murderer.

But Beyond or Pariston, no one could have imagined how terrifying Oboro's true strength was.

This man can kill himself in a very short time without being seen by any bystanders.

Even if he were to die, Pariston would have obtained the information he wanted, at least enough to further determine the level of danger posed by Oboro...

In short, from any perspective, Pariston will get the 'result' he wants without paying any price.

Perfect.

You can only make a profit, never a loss.

The only one who has to sacrifice is myself...

I've figured out Saiyu is all about.

But it was too late...

Just then, footsteps approached.

With his hands in his pockets, Long walked slowly toward Saiyu, who was lying on the ground.

"Can... can I ask you... for a favor?" Saiyu already knew what his fate was, and he looked at the man standing beside him in a voice barely audible.

"Don't worry, I'll have him go and keep you company."

He didn't need to say anything more; it was as if Long had seen through his thoughts, and echoed him.

"Thanks."

Upon hearing this, Saiyu actually... smiled.

Swish.

With a flick of his wrist, Long cut through the air, and the silky attack instantly separated Saiyu's head from his neck.

A burst of soul energy and black mist rose from the corpse and were absorbed by Oboro.

Then, with a blank expression, Long stepped over the corpse of the Zodiacs and walked away into the distance.

Pariston had long been on Oboro's death list, but he didn't want to remove him now.

Because... the other party still has value.

After Netero abdicates, the position of chairman becomes vacant... Following this incident, the Journey to the Saiyu ends.

Based on his understanding of Pariston, he was certain that the guy would nominate him to succeed him.

As for the reason... hehe.

The Zodiacs, with metal at the head, would inevitably stand on the opposing side.

Without Pariston's help, it would be very difficult for him to secure the position of Chairman of the Hunter Association on his own... Ging Freecss would definitely not let him succeed. Although he knew Pariston was playing some tricks, at least in the position of Chairman, he was still of some help to him.

It's not too late to take his life afterward.

Oboro wandered around the island, searching for the location of her other teammates.

Unexpectedly, before Menchi and his companions even saw him, they bumped into an unfamiliar face.

The opponent was wearing a special combat uniform, and his body was covered in bulging muscles; he was extremely burly.

They ran wildly all the way.

Upon seeing him, she immediately stopped in her tracks, her face filled with vigilance.

"Hazy?"

The man narrowed his eyes.

Their goal for this trip! But why is Oboro appearing alone?

What about the Saiyu in the Zodiacs? Since they didn't end up together, it means the cooperation negotiations broke down... We can't let the target leave alive.

With this thought in mind, the man made up his mind and suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of spiritual energy.

This person did not conceal his presence, so both he and Oboro discovered each other immediately.

However, what the man found strange was that although Long clearly saw him, she seemed to treat him as if he were invisible, with no change in expression on her face, and no intention of greeting or asking him anything.

It's as if he's a pebble on the roadside... rather than a living person.

He unleashed murderous intent... and assumed an offensive stance!

The man spread out his hands, revealing two arms as thick as a normal person's thighs, covered with rings of sharp iron spikes—a very special Conjuration equipment.

Long remained unmoved, not even looking directly at him.

Boom! The soil on the ground exploded, leaving a crater.

The man resembled a tiger unleashed from its cage, charging forward with a chilling ferocity and incredible speed.

He had just leaped into the air...

Then, one of Long's arms, which was tucked into his pocket, swung out like a drawn blade, cutting through the air and leaving a fleeting afterimage.

He quickly sheathed it and put it back in his pocket.

Immediately afterwards, the human body in mid-air was brutally dismembered, torn into several pieces of flesh that fell to the ground.

Aside from the dazzling spray of blood, there were only scattered internal organs...

One glance, and it's over.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Long's breathing and footsteps remained unaffected; he didn't even get a clear look at the person's face... he had no interest in doing so.

He walked across the blood-soaked ground, and wisps of mist, like ribbons, emanated from his body, swirling up fallen souls as he drifted further and further away.