My Space, My Rules

Just as the two of them were playfully roughhousing, an ethereal purple figure quietly appeared.

Enel almost instantly sensed that something was wrong. He cautiously looked around but did not find anyone.

He suddenly remembered that old man seemed to possess this kind of ability.

"Moyun, be careful. That old man seems to be here."

Splat!

Before Enel had even finished speaking, a sharp blade plunged heavily into Moyun's chest.

Everyone was shocked by the sight.

"Moyun!"

"Moyun, are you all right?!"

Hisoka shouted. Moyang swiftly transformed into vines, weaving himself into a soft net that caught Moyun as he was about to fall.

"Hahaha! No one can escape my Dreamscape—except you! So you have to die!"

The old man laughed savagely, apparently very pleased by Moyun's miserable state.

"Damn it, what are you all standing around for? Hurry up and catch this old man!"

"No need!"

With a wave of his hand, Moyun staggered to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

One hand pressed against his chest as he used his Chaos Power to heal the wound.

"So that's all you can do. No wonder you're always alone. You amuse yourself by toying with others, but in truth, you're the most ridiculous one here."

"What did you say?"

The old man, who had been laughing wildly just moments ago, suddenly stopped. A vicious glare appeared on his face as his scarlet eyes locked onto Moyun.

They were clearly the ones being toyed with in the palm of his hand. What right did he have to call him ridiculous?!

This brat really was detestable.

"Oh, right. You took everyone from the underground cave, didn't you? Did you notice that a few were missing?"

Moyun said nothing. He had probably already guessed something.

Seeing Moyun