Ging Freecss

Abilities formed from Nen were tantamount to a dimensionality-reduction strike against ordinary people.

That was no exaggeration.

So how exactly could an ordinary person break free from Nen's suppression?

Cheadle simply could not imagine it.

However, the reason she had lost her composure was not entirely because Moyu had awakened Nen under the suppression of the God Script, but because Moyu would face danger after awakening Nen.

It was... a threat from some kind of Post-Mortem Entity.

"Hawk."

Cheadle forced herself to calm down. Glancing at the phone pressed to her ear from the corner of her eye, she said gravely, "Complete the commission process within half an hour. After that, I'll head over as quickly as possible."

"Alright, wait for my news."

On the other end of the phone, Hawk replied swiftly.

Hearing that, Cheadle immediately ended the call.

"Damn it. The God Script is clearly suppressing him, so why can Moyu still awaken Nen on his own? Is his talent really powerful enough to break through the God Script's seal, or has the God Script failed... No."

She tucked her phone into her pocket and bit down on her thumb.

"As much as I hate to admit it, the God Script on Moyu was the work of that bastard. There's no way it could have gone wrong."

Cheadle seemed unable to feel the pain radiating from her thumb. Her teeth gradually sank deeper into the flesh.

As the brains of the Hunter Association's Zodiacs, she had rarely lost her composure as badly as she had today.

"Maybe that bastard has the answer..."

Cheadle instinctively looked toward the phone she had just put away.

The bastard she meant was Boar Ging Freecss, another member of the Zodiacs—a Professional Hunter with outstanding achievements and an infuriatingly formidable range of abilities.

However, in Cheadle's eyes, Ging was an utterly unreliable man. Despite bearing the title of a Zodiac, he was always absent from important meetings.

Cheadle disliked Ging quite a bit, but dislike was one thing. She had never denied his excellence.

"I'll ask him, though the odds are he still won't pick up."

Frowning, Cheadle released her thumb, took out her phone, and dialed Ging's number.

Every Professional Hunter had a dedicated communication number.

This particular number had been forced out of Ging by the other Zodiacs during a meeting some time ago.

However, after that meeting ended, the others had called Ging several times, yet he had never once answered.

Naturally, Cheadle did not expect this call to receive a response either. But to help Moyu deal with the threat, she was unwilling to miss any opportunity to obtain information.

"Beep, beep..."

Click.

In less than two seconds, the call connected.

Immediately afterward, a tremendous howling wind blasted through the phone, making Ging's mixed-in "hello, hello" nearly inaudible.

Cheadle had not held out any hope, yet Ging had answered within two seconds, and in what was clearly a terrible environment for a call.

A look of surprise involuntarily appeared on her face. She did not care in the slightest about the supposedly poor call conditions.

If Hawk had seen this, he would probably have shouted "Unfair!" in the world's quietest Busan Library to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Ging, you actually answered..."

After the call connected, Cheadle had intended to get straight to the point.

Yet the first thing out of her mouth was this inexplicable remark.

"Ah, normally I wouldn't have time to answer calls, but this is the first time you've called me since I left you my number, right? And you called even knowing I wouldn't answer..."

"It's not quite to the level of 'a drowning man clutching at a straw.' It's more like 'trying anything in desperation,' right? So I figured it was necessary to answer your call. Now then, what did you want to ask?"

Ging's voice was nearly drowned out by the roaring wind, but it did not stop Cheadle from precisely making out every syllable he said.

She had merely expressed surprise that he had answered, yet in an instant, this bastard had figured out both her intentions and her state of mind...

"So when Kanzai and the others called you several times before, you deliberately ignored them?"

Cheadle reached that conclusion before Ging could make excuses. Then, grinding her teeth, she said, "You really are..."

"Hello, hello, your focus is way too strange. Besides, are you really going to lecture me at a time like this? Then I'll have to charge a consultation fee."

On the other end of the phone, Ging, sitting cross-legged atop the back of a giant bird, gave a deadpan stare.

The fierce headwind high in the sky did not affect the conversation between the two Professional Hunters.

"Sorry."

Cheadle took a deep breath and decisively apologized. Then she began recounting what had happened with Moyu and the God Script.

After hearing Cheadle's account, Ging looked intrigued. "That's really interesting. Honestly, this is beyond my understanding too."

"Even you don't know the reason?"

"That's right. There's too little information, and my understanding is insufficient. I can't infer the cause."

Ging stared at the sea of clouds ahead, fearless in the face of the oncoming gale.

Curiosity gleamed in his eyes as he said, "When you commissioned me to set up the God Script, you withheld some information from me, didn't you? Of course, if you were unwilling to say it before, you definitely won't say it now."

"..."

Cheadle could not help falling silent.

It was true that she had concealed information about the Post-Mortem Entity. She could not refute him.

Cheadle's silence was as good as an admission, but Ging did not care.

"Cheadle, at least one thing is certain."

"Hmm?"

"The God Script on that boy has indeed not failed, and someone who does not understand Nen truly cannot break free from the God Script's seal. Yet that is precisely what happened."

The light in Ging's eyes grew brighter as he said seriously,

"Then the only applicable explanation is that some phenomenon we do not understand, one beyond the Nen System, has occurred in that boy."

"A phenomenon beyond the Nen System...?"

"Oh, for example... maybe he is no longer himself."

"Ging, what do you mean by that!?"

"Have you read the book Swamp Man?"

"No."

"What? Swamp Man is this year's hottest novel, and you haven't read it?"

"Could you stop changing the subject!!!"

Cheadle's face tightened, and the hand gripping her phone exerted slightly more force.

"Sigh, I was going to have a nice chat with you about Swamp Man..."

"Ging!!!"

"Fine. I can't give you the answer you want."

"Goodbye!"

Cheadle's patience reached its limit. Once she understood that Ging had said all he was going to say, she immediately hung up.

On the other end of the phone.

Ging calmly put away his phone, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Moyu, huh... If I weren't tied up right now, I'd really like to go inspect you in person."

His muttered words were swallowed by the raging wind in an instant.

In a Temple thousands of miles away.

Moyu, whose physical condition had recovered somewhat, pulled a book from the shelf.

Two words were written on the cover—

"Swamp Man"

When I write novels... I like changing harmless little things, such as the order of surnames, the dot between a surname and given name, or even the names of original characters. For example, in my previous book, I changed Mori's name to Molly. In the one before that, I changed Kakin Kingdom's Nasubi Hui Guo Rou to Hui Guo Rou. But to ensure the reading experience for this book, I won't casually change things, so—the protagonist's name is: Moyu Isaac