There was no response to the knock.
From behind the tightly shut door came a sudden aura of deathly silence.
Odom's pupils constricted slightly, and he immediately sensed that something was wrong.
From the time he left the suite, went downstairs, and returned here, it had only been two or three minutes.
What exactly had happened during that time...?
Odom stared gravely at the door. After weighing it over, he decided to enter and investigate.
He turned the handle as carefully as possible and listened intently for any sound.
Odom entered the suite with great caution.
Yet none of the situations he had anticipated occurred.
The suite was empty. There were no strangers inside, nor were there any traces of battle.
Everything was exactly as it had been when he had left a few minutes ago.
Only Pariston, who should have been here, had vanished without a trace.
"Was it some kind of transfer-type Nen Space ability...?"
Odom carefully inspected the scene.
Judging by the lack of battle traces, only a transfer-type Nen Space ability could probably have accomplished this.
Otherwise, with Pariston's strength, it would have been impossible for him to disappear so "quietly."
"Pariston, was this situation... within your 'expectations'?"
Odom muttered to himself as he looked at the empty living room.
A transfer with virtually no trace—
It had made Pariston disappear completely.
Trying to determine Pariston's situation now would be no easy task.
Computer World Transit Station.
Black-and-white pixel grids filled the surroundings.
Soft white light from an unknown source illuminated every corner, casting an unreal sheen over the space.
Pariston stood there, shifting his gaze from the floating Black Blade to Moyu in front of him.
Just moments ago, he had been directly transferred from the suite to the Hunter Association archives by the Black