Ging Freecss

The ability effects formed by "Nen" are, for ordinary people, equivalent to a dimensionality reduction strike.

Such a statement is not an exaggeration.

So, how exactly can an ordinary person escape the suppression of "Nen"?

Cheadle simply couldn't imagine it.

However, the reason she was so flustered wasn't entirely because Moyu could awaken Nen under the suppression of "God Script," but rather the danger Moyu would face after awakening Nen.

That 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, and said in a low voice, "I'll give you thirty minutes to finish the commission process. After that, I'll head over as fast as I can."

"Got it. Wait for my news."

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

Hearing this, Cheadle hung up the call directly.

"Damn it. Even with the suppression of 'God Script,' why could Moyu still awaken Nen on his own? Is it really because his talent is strong enough to break the seal of 'God Script,' or is it because 'God Script' failed... No."

Pocketing the phone, Cheadle bit her thumb.

"As much as I hate to admit it, the 'God Script' on Moyu was that bastard's handiwork. There's no way it could have a problem."

Cheadle seemed unable to feel the pain coming from her thumb, her teeth gradually applying pressure, sinking deep into the flesh.

As the brains of the Hunter Association's Zodiacs, she rarely lost her composure like this.

"Maybe that bastard will have an answer..."

Cheadle subconsciously looked at the phone she'd just put in her pocket.

The bastard she referred to was Ging Freecss, the Boar, another member of the Zodiacs—a professional hunter with outstanding achievements and a comprehensive ability that was terrifyingly strong.

But in Cheadle's eyes, Ging was a very unreliable guy. Despite bearing the title of Zodiac, he always missed important meetings.

So Cheadle rather disliked Ging, but dislike aside, she never denied his excellence.

"Let's give it a try, but it'll probably still go unanswered."

Cheadle furrowed her brow, released her thumb, then took out her phone and dialed Ging's number.

Every professional hunter had a dedicated communication number.

This number was left behind by Ging at a previous meeting, forced out of him by the other Zodiac members.

However, since that meeting ended, the other members had called Ging several times, but never once got through.

Cheadle certainly didn't expect this call to get a response either, but to help Moyu resolve the threat, she didn't want to miss any chance to obtain information.

"Beep, beep..."

"Click."

In less than two seconds, the call was connected.

Immediately after, a loud, howling wind noise came through the phone, making Ging's "Hello, hello" mixed in almost inaudible.

Cheadle hadn't been hopeful at all, but she never expected Ging to answer the phone in just two seconds, and in such a terrible call environment at that.

This made her involuntarily show a look of surprise, completely unconcerned about the so-called terrible call environment.

If Hawk had seen this, he'd probably be shouting "unfair" in the world's quietest Busan Library to vent his dissatisfaction.

"Ging, you actually answered..."

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

But what came out was this inexplicable, wistful remark.

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

"It's not quite to the level of 'a drowning man's last straw,' but more like 'trying anything in desperation,' so I thought I should take your call. So, what do you want to ask?"

Ging's voice was nearly drowned out by the noisy wind, but it didn't stop Cheadle from precisely catching every syllable he said.

She'd only let out a remark about him "actually answering the phone," and in an instant, this bastard had seen through her intentions and current state of mind...

"So, when Kanzai and the others called you multiple times before, you deliberately didn't answer?"

Cheadle made her judgment before Ging could quibble, then gritted her teeth and said, "You really are..."

"Hey hey, your focus is way too strange. Besides, are you 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 on the back of a giant bird, showed a dead-fish eye expression.

The strong wind rushing at him from high altitude didn't affect these two professional hunters' conversation at all.

"Sorry."

Cheadle took a deep breath and apologized decisively, then began to recount the matter of Moyu and the God Script.

After listening to Cheadle's account, Ging showed an interested expression: "How interesting. To be honest, this matter is beyond my knowledge too."

"Even you don't know the reason?"

"Yes. Limited intel, plus insufficient understanding—I can't deduce the cause."

Ging gazed at the sea of clouds ahead, unafraid of the fierce wind rushing toward him.

A light called curiosity flickered in his eyes as he said, "Back when you asked me to set up the 'God Script,' you were already hiding some information from me, weren't you? Of course, you wouldn't say it then, and you certainly won't say it now."

"..."

Cheadle fell silent.

Concealing the information about the "Post-Mortem Entity" was a fact she couldn't deny.

Her silence amounted to an admission, but Ging didn't mind.

"Cheadle, at least one thing is certain."

"Hm?"

"The 'God Script' on that boy hasn't failed. And it's impossible for someone who doesn't understand 'Nen' to break the seal of 'God Script.' Yet it happened."

The light in Ging's eyes grew brighter, and he said seriously, "Then the only explanation is that something beyond the 'Nen System'—something we don't know about—is happening to that boy."

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

"Oh, for example... maybe he's not him anymore."

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

"Have you read 'Swamp Man'?"

"No."

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

"Can you stop changing the subject!!!"

Cheadle's face tightened as she gripped her phone a little harder.

"Sigh, I was hoping to have a good chat with you about 'Swamp Man'..."

"Ging!!!"

"Fine. I don't have the answer you're looking for."

"Goodbye!"

Cheadle's patience had reached its limit. Realizing Ging had said all he would, she hung up directly.

On the other end of the line.

Ging calmly put away his phone, his expression thoughtful.

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

His murmured words were instantly swallowed by the howling wind.

In the temple, thousands of miles away.

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

On the cover were two words—

"Swamp Man"