It's You, Hisoka Benso

Inside an old, spacious warehouse.

The windows on all four walls had been nailed shut with wooden boards and steel plates, while ventilation openings had been carved into the walls near the roof.

Numerous slaughtering tools lay scattered across the warehouse floor.

There were workbenches, dissection tables, meat grinders, and hanging hooks.

Besides that, six shipping containers stood around the perimeter.

But the most conspicuous things were not the dazzling array of bloody tools, but the large patches of dried blood scattered everywhere on the floor.

Those bloodstains had clearly come from slaughtered animals.

Of course.

Humans were animals too.

"Thud."

The abrupt sound of something heavy hitting the ground rang out in the warehouse.

Under the dim, yellowish light of the wall lamps, a man could vaguely be seen lying face-down on the floor without moving.

There was a deep depression in the man's back. He was clearly beyond saving.

But suddenly, the man's corpse turned into scattered marsh mud and flew into the darkness in one sweep.

A moment later, an entirely black figure walked out of the darkness and into the reach of the wall lamps.

Hiss, hiss—

Amid a series of nearly inaudible sounds, the black humanoid surface gradually peeled away like mud, slowly revealing Moyu's appearance.

The black substance that had peeled away from Moyu silently turned back into a shadow.

"Sure enough, it doesn't work."

Moyu lowered his head and looked at his hands.

After absorbing a large amount of marsh mud, the Shadow Copy's physical strength had increased by leaps and bounds.

That had already been proven through Hisoka.

But this "increase in strength" belonged only to the Shadow Copy and could not feed back into Moyu's original body.

In other words, as long as it kept absorbing marsh mud...

The Shadow Copy's