The Clown's Brazen Challenge: The Bomber!

Greed Island had just been remade, and a vast, sacred vision now filled its skies and land.

Spiritual energy ten times denser than before had become a faint golden mist visible to the naked eye, drifting through every corner of the new continent. The sky was cloudless. Only the Imperial Dragon Banners, soaring into the heavens, snapped in the fierce wind. The dark-gold dragons seemed ready to leap from the flags at any moment and survey this new territory of the Great Empire.

Masadora, the city of magic.

Once one of Greed Island's three busiest cities, it held more players and locals than anywhere else. Yet its vast central square was now so silent a falling pin could be heard.

Tens of thousands of people knelt in dark ranks, like wheat flattened by a gale. No one dared look up. No one dared breathe too loudly. Even the proud One-Star and Two-Star Hunters who had once wielded great influence in the Hunter World buried their heads between their knees, trembling violently.

It was absolute submission, born of the soul and written into instinct.

High above them, a silver-haired figure had single-handedly torn open the barrier of space, melted away the system's laws, and even rewritten the island's ley lines. To mortals who had yet to fully grasp Nen Abilities, he was no mere "powerful man." He was an indescribable god!

The God Emperor's presence weighed on every inch of land. At a time like this, any unnecessary movement would be taken as sacrilege against him.

But the world would never lack fools blinded by greed and arrogance, too stupid to know when they were courting death.

Tap—

Tap—

Footsteps rang out at the edge of the tomb-silent square, jarringly loud and brazenly unconcealed.

In the utter stillness, the sound seemed