Sealing X The Road Ahead

Everyone stared at the book that floated up from the pile of ashes.

Everyone present was familiar with this book, as they had all seen it held in Chrollo's hand when he activated his Nen ability.

Without a doubt, this is the manifestation of Chrollo's Nen ability.

[The Master of Stealth]

However, everyone simply watched, after all, the Resentment emanating from the book and the chilling aura it exuded were no joke.

Those who don't know about it are fine, but once they learn about these items formed from Resentment, they'll know how dangerous they are.

Resentment almost always originates from human emotions.

If emotions are extreme enough, even ordinary people can develop Resentment.

This explains why there are sacrificial Succession Ceremony, and why similar sacrificial Succession Ceremony existed in ancient tribes or kingdoms.

Succession Ceremony can be used to artificially create controlled Resentment.

While society is progressing, it remains to be seen whether various countries have truly abandoned this approach behind the scenes.

Resentment is a thing that can take on countless variations depending on the cause it arises Resentment.

If there is pure malice towards all life, then such Resentment is undoubtedly extremely dangerous.

There are even specialized Hunter x Hunter who hunt these items and try to eliminate them.

Some are malicious towards others, but kind to certain individuals.

It's understandable that such Resentment would arise.

The most common, and also the most expensive and most readily available, type of item that Resentment.

It's a type that, while having some side effects, can be used by anyone.

There are actually quite a few of these types.

For example, demon swords, ritual implements, and burial objects found in tombs.

If the original owner of Kevin's body were to die, a similar item would be created.

The book before me, however, radiates an undisguised malice.

Clearly, it wasn't something they, who had just eliminated the enemy, could casually lay their hands on.

If it were someone else, they might have to find a reliable person or object to seal it.

But for Kevin, there was no need for such trouble. Kevin simply walked over in front of everyone.

He reached out and grabbed the book directly.

The whole book began to struggle frantically, shaking with Resentment and extreme resistance.

"A very strong Resentment."

Kevin had to admit it.

Aside from the Resentful Eater Snake, Kevin had never seen such a dense mass of Resentment.

With a forceful pull of his arm, a large amount of air surged forth, attempting to envelop the book.

However, this book's resistance is very strong.

"It seems this book is rejecting me."

Kevin muttered to himself, but that was to be expected, given that Kevin had just killed the original owner of the book.

Unlike the sun before it was controlled, this book contains strong emotions and will, and is not something that is supposedly ownerless.

The previous sun was a completely uncontrollable aggregate of Nen Aura, Feitan could not control at all, and it did not even distinguish between friend and foe.

It was something devoid of any independent will or emotion, purely pure Nen Aura, which is why Kevin was able to inject the venom of the Resentment Snake to transform and control it.

What's in front of me is the same as the Resentment emanating from Shalnark.

The problem is that although the Shalnark also harbors Resentment, the intensity of that Resentment and the extreme emotions involved are on a completely different level from the Resentment depicted in this book.

Kevin, who had a deep understanding of Resentment, had already sensed the corresponding rules in the book through this simple touch.

"While he is undoubtedly a villain, he is certainly a genius."

Kevin couldn't help but sigh.

Without joking, it's likely that some kind of Restriction and oath were already set up in this book before Chrollo even died.

Chrollo's will and extreme emotions were so powerful that he clearly knew that after his death, this book would remain and transform into a Nen tool of Resentment.

Therefore, this book has very clear and specific rules and conditions for use.

However, Kevin doesn't have the time yet to examine and analyze it in detail.

Even Resentful Eater Snake might not be able to control such Resentment with its extreme emotions and will.

Because they don't need to be controlled at all; just swallow them whole and they become your own power.

That's just food. Why control food? They want to produce food using venom.

"Although it would be possible to hold it like that and control it continuously, that would be too troublesome and very inconvenient to carry around."

Kevin said, pulling a vial from his waist.

[Resentment Binder Potion]

The liquid was poured directly onto the surface of the book.

The specially prepared liquid, under the control of Nen Aura, formed ropes that tightly bound the book.

Soon, the other party was firmly bound, and the Resentment was suppressed and restrained.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Kevin intensified his efforts, pulling a strip of cloth from his sleeve and wrapping it around the book.

As the Nen Aura appeared on the cloth strip, the God Text) appeared on the originally red surface.

This book has been sealed away.

"Done, that was a real hassle."

Hearing this, Biscuit rolled her eyes and retorted, "Something we have to avoid, you just hold it in your hand, pour a potion on it, and you still complain about the hassle."

And did the whole process take a minute?

"That's because you don't understand. The effort and time I've spent on this don't necessarily indicate how troublesome it is."

"Yes, yes, we don't understand, but I at least know that the time spent and the level of trouble are at least positively correlated."

Biscuit waved her hand, too lazy to bother with him.

"The problems should all be resolved, right? It's about time to leave. Staying up late is a beauty's worst enemy."

Biscuit, shameless as ever, said things that left people speechless.

"Let's go back to the hotel. One problem has finally been resolved. After we rest, I'll have a proper chat with you all about your respective issues."

As Kevin spoke, his gaze swept over Basho and Goreinu.

The two awkwardly turned their heads away.

Hisoka and the other two left immediately, while Kevin and the others returned to the hotel.

They all returned to their respective rooms to rest.

For those involved in the battle, tonight's fighting was quite intense, and most were somewhat exhausted.

On the balcony of a suite.

Kurapika and Pairo leaned against the balcony railing, gazing at the city lights below.

Looking around, the whole city is like a city that never sleeps, brightly lit even at night.

Due to the auction.

In addition, their hotel was located near the auction house, in a fairly central location in the city.

Below are bodyguards from various gangs.

For this city, the real masters are not the government or the city's officials, but these underground gangs.

This is a city rife with gangsters.

A city directly managed by the Ten Elders.

However, it is indeed a world-renowned commercial and entertainment capital, and the two of them just watched quietly.

"There's no sense of exhilaration like getting revenge, is there?" Pairo asked without turning his head.

"Hmm." Kurapika nodded.

Although he had avenged his great enemy, he did not feel any sense of satisfaction, nor did he feel any regret towards those villains.

Revenge was simply something he felt he should do, not some Honor goal.

This is true for Kurapika, who abhors killing.

Pairo chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit."

He then broke into a hearty smile.

"I'm different. I'm a vengeful spirit, and I feel great right now."

Pairo was able to experience that exhilarating feeling.

For so many years, he had been looking forward to this night every single moment.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

The two had different personalities from a young age.

When they were still in tribes, their differences were not significant because of their peaceful lives.

Pairo is the kind of person who makes people think in the dark, and he will take corresponding measures and do things that seem rather despicable.

Kurapika is an upright person, but he won't refuse to use unconventional methods.

But he is kind at heart.

"After that, we went to collect the eyes and gather all the relics of our people."

Kurapika muttered to himself.

For the two of them, revenge is a rather troublesome matter, because they need to wipe them all out in one fell swoop, so they have to wait, and they don't know how long they will have to wait.

The more difficult problem has now been solved.

For them now, collecting eyes is not a difficult task, because they had already made the necessary preparations beforehand.

Each pair of glasses was tagged with a specific buyer, and a background check was conducted on each owner.

I know where every pair of eyes is now, and where they've been transferred to next.

Although some of the owners of these eyes are wealthy individuals.

But they are now members of the Nosra Manor, backed by Red Stone Pharmaceuticals.

They possess extensive connections, wealth, and influence.

Retrieving most of the eyes shouldn't be difficult; at worst, we can use some unconventional methods.

It doesn't matter whether it's stealing or robbing.

Both of them share a very similar understanding on this point and will not resist using despicable methods.

The fact that they did not kill or retaliate against these collectors with eyes is already an act of kindness on their part.

After all, without buying and selling, there would be no killing.

For both of them, every collector of human anatomy is a potential harmer.

"By the way, some of our clansmen's eyes will also be auctioned off this time, which is a good first step in our recovery efforts."

Auctions are the simplest method; buying with money is the easiest way to recycle.

Kurapika nodded.

"Collecting eyes isn't difficult for us. Even if it's difficult, we should be able to finish in a year or two. What's next? What are your plans after that?"

The process of collecting eyes is relatively easy, at most a bit troublesome, requiring travel all over the world.

It seems like it's time to start thinking about what to do next.

"I'm Crime Hunter," Pairo laughed.

"Although hunting down criminals won't be my main job, it's a good way to relax sometimes, and I also have to help my uncle out."

"I can never repay my uncle's kindness."

The task of assembling a team and handling logistics for their journey to the Dark Continent alone was enough to keep them busy.

Kurapika nodded.

His busy schedule is about the same.

After all, in a way, he was still the son-in-law of the Nosra Family.

Although he doesn't need to be busy with company matters, he still has to take care of many things at the Manor, as that's how it's been for so many years.

Thinking about it this way, it seems like after the revenge is over, I've returned to my old life, and nothing has really changed.

Although I felt somewhat lost, I was still quite busy with my actions.

"So what are your thoughts on Meteor City?"

"Meteor City? I don't have any feelings about it. I'm not the type to hold grudges, nor am I that foolish."

Although the Phantom Troupe originated from Meteor City, it is indeed a postcard image of Meteor City to the outside world.

But he wasn't foolish enough to think that Meteor City was also an enemy.

That Shalnark is from Meteor City.

Furthermore, they still maintain connections with Meteor City, and every year they give half of their earned wealth to the elders of Meteor City.

After all, Meteor City is a city with a population ranging from millions to tens of millions.

After saying that, Pairo shook his head helplessly. "But in places like that, countless more Phantom Troupe will surely spring up."

It's not a big deal without Phantom Troupe.

But the Phantom Troupe such a group already existed did indeed make a name for itself.

Although it's unknown how people within Meteor City view this group, it's likely they hold a positive attitude, or at least most of them probably do.

In this context, the death of such a group creates an ecological niche.

Considering the harsh environment of Meteor City and the extraordinary thinking of its inhabitants.

There will definitely be a large number of people who want to become the next Phantom Troupe, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

This was almost predictable.

"Will they come for revenge?"

Kurapika asked in a murmur.

Pairo shook his head. "How could a place that believes in the survival of the fittest, and whose people only care about those they care about, possibly seek revenge against us for the sake of the so-called Phantom Troupe?"

"But some fanatics will surely use our blood to prove they've surpassed the Phantom Troupe and become the next Phantom Troupe."

Kurapika fell silent for a moment, because he had to admit that what Pairo said was very likely to become a reality.

"That's why Sister Melusina wanted to do something; otherwise, the constant harassment from mosquitoes would be very troublesome."

It's impossible to simply make Meteor City like a normal city. The existence of this place proves that it didn't become this way because it wanted to, but because other major powers needed such a place.

They don't have the power to influence national-level forces, and neither does Meteor City.

However, the external forces connected to Meteor City are diverse, including all sorts of people.

Gangs are the largest group involved.

Pairo also knew that the butlers in the Zoldyck Family were also recruited from Meteor City.

After all, even the matriarch of the family comes from Meteor City.

In this context, having another small group like theirs to make contact is practically insignificant.

If some action was indeed taken inside Meteor City, the harassment from "mosquitoes" should be avoided.

"Alright, you've been fighting all night, aren't you tired?"

Pairo got up and went into the room.

"I'm sure I'll get a good night's sleep tonight, the best sleep I've had in years."

Kurapika smiled helplessly upon hearing this.