Sure Enough, It Wasn't That Simple

Fine cracks appeared across the space, visible to the naked eye under the wash of golden light.

Moyu looked up. The golden cracks twisted and spread, showing signs of shattering in less than a moment.

For no particular reason, Moyu thought of the 100-Type Guanyin.

At once, an image surfaced in his mind of the 100-Type Guanyin smashing space apart with a strike.

So this was the Hunter version of shattered space...

Moyu shook his head slightly, casting those stray thoughts aside.

Who had caused this disturbance?

Other than Netero's 100-Type Guanyin, Moyu could think of no other possibility.

"The big shot's about to arrive, huh."

Thinking that, Moyu muttered under his breath.

Piyon glanced at him without commenting. Instead, she secretly raised her phone and aimed its camera at the space where golden cracks were spreading.

Above the plaza, beyond the field of vision.

Defo slowly narrowed his eyes, a faintly sinister gleam emerging from the slits.

This disturbance clearly hadn't been caused by a Thought-Object.

If it had been related to a Thought-Object, the spatial passage couldn't possibly have been opened so slowly.

A spatial passage opened with a Thought-Object as the key could be opened in an instant, not like this, as though something were brewing.

So—

Someone had used the power of Nen to shake the rules of this Nen Space, which had been constructed from Post-Mortem Nen?

If there really was a Nen user in Shivadani City capable of doing that, the only person Defo could think of was Netero, chairman of the Hunter Association.

Just as that thought formed in Defo's mind, the glowing golden cracks stopped spreading.

Then, the anticipated scene of fragmentation did not occur.

Instead, space abruptly split open, like a lifelike backdrop of a city suddenly having a massive chunk