Roly-Poly Hisoka

There was more than one photo.

In fact, almost everyone in this inexplicable crowd asking for his autograph had a photo of him.

What Hisoka found strange was...

Judging by their composition, the photos clearly weren't identical, yet they shared two striking details.

In every photo, his face was bruised and swollen, and he was covered in injuries.

And the background in almost every photo was a fighting ring.

What was going on???

For a moment, Hisoka wondered whether a Manipulator had gotten to him at some point.

After all, only Manipulators had abilities that could alter memories and perception.

The main reason was that the person in the photos really was him.

Hisoka, who was somewhat vain, wouldn't mistake his own face.

"Mr. Hisoka, please give me your autograph!"

"Please, Mr. Hisoka!"

"Mr. Hisoka! Mr. Hisoka! I admire you so much! Your determination to get back up no matter how many times you're knocked down is truly inspiring!"

"Hello, Mr. Hisoka..."

The chatter all around him was starting to irritate Hisoka.

Whatever misunderstanding was behind this, he had come to Heavens Arena for another, deeper encounter with Moyu.

He couldn't have cared less about any of this other nonsense.

"..."

Hisoka ignored the crowd.

Annoyed though he was, he felt no urge to slaughter them.

They were just ordinary people. They couldn't stir his desire to kill.

Without a word, Hisoka exerted a little force.

The fans surrounding him cried out and toppled to the ground like dominoes.

Hisoka stepped past them and headed straight for Heavens Arena.

The fighting rings in the photos plainly pointed there.

A possibility occurred to Hisoka.

Someone had likely replicated his build and appearance perfectly, then registered at Heavens Arena under his name.

Without Hisoka knowing, the impostor had been competing there in