During the tedious wait, time flew by, yet in certain corners, it felt painfully slow.
Three days.
Over those three days, Heavens Arena seemed to have come down with a strange illness.
The fighters below the 200th Floor, whether winners in the ring or spectators outside it, all looked as though their backbones had been pulled out.
The quality of the matches plummeted. Competitors moved sluggishly, and some even sank to their knees mid-fight as their legs gave out.
The bookmakers' betting lines descended into chaos, their odds fluctuating without any rhyme or reason.
The experts above the 200th Floor, however, were far more perceptive.
The suction coming from Room 103 was greedy and relentless, like a black hole that could never be filled, secretly churning the energy field of the entire tower.
Curiosity, speculation, wariness... countless eyes watched from the shadows.
It wasn't that the higher-ups hadn't tried to intervene. After all, an energy anomaly on this scale had already crossed the limits of what their business operations could tolerate.
But at the entrance to the corridor leading to Room 103, several playing cards embedded deep in the alloy wall served as the most direct warning to stay away.
The malice left behind by that twisted magician was so thick it almost had substance.
No one was tired enough of living to cross Hisoka. Everyone understood the message:
Whatever was inside Room 103 was his "toy." Anyone who dared reach for it had better be prepared to lose their hand.
Room 102.
Unlike the anxiety outside, a complete transformation was taking place here.
Under Wing's guidance, Gon and Killua's progress could only be described as "terrifying."
In just three days, they had solidified their foundations in the Four Major Principles and even begun approaching the threshold of more