Saiyu's body was covered in black mycelium, leaving only his vacant, bloodshot eyes exposed.
He looked dazed, as though he had lost his mind, yet he also seemed to be in excruciating pain, creating an eerie contradiction.
He gripped the Ruyi Staff tightly, but in the world of Kyoka Suigetsu, Moyu was the one holding it, pressing him to his knees.
He had mistaken the illusion for reality.
And so an indescribable sense of absurdity filled his thoughts.
How had Moyu escaped the Nen Monkeys' curse ability?
And why could Moyu use his Ruyi Staff?
Saiyu's earlier arrogance had vanished, replaced by a mask of pain.
He couldn't understand—
He couldn't understand why the situation had suddenly reversed.
The one pinned to the ground by the Ruyi Staff should have been Moyu!
What was going on...?
Why was this happening?!
Saiyu's eyes widened, the blood vessels webbing them making his expression look horrifying.
In stark contrast, Moyu's face remained utterly expressionless.
With just a twitch of his finger, Moyu inflicted even greater pain on Saiyu.
"Aaaah!"
Saiyu's screams drowned out the mountain wind sweeping through the woods.
But in reality, the only sound around them was still the howling wind.
Saiyu stood motionless, looking like a statue.
Moyu slowly approached him.
Within the multiple illusory worlds partitioned by Kyoka Suigetsu, he had made Saiyu dismiss the Nen Monkeys' ability without realizing it, restoring his own hearing, sight, and speech in the real world.
"If you came for the seventy billion, this will be simple. Otherwise..."
His icy gaze swept over Saiyu's bloodshot eyes, and Moyu made no attempt to hide his killing intent.
Before dying, Chrollo had left a seventy-billion bounty certified by the underworld. Saiyu was a Bounty Hunter, so judging by his possible motives, he could well have