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201 HxH: The Strongest Assassin
🕑 Added 2024-12-24 06:03:01 +0000 UTCKaizen opened his email, glancing at the contact information a member of Fiora's royal family had given him. The address had come through Gotoh, and Kaizen wasted no time.
He briefly summarized his recent encounters, attached the relevant files, and sent the email.
"I wonder how long it'll take for them to reply," Kaizen muttered, stepping into the living room.
Elsewhere, with Silva Zoldyck's return, Nina and Sally could finally leave Killua's side and focus on honing their advanced Nen techniques back at Heavens Arena.
Meanwhile, the body of the old monk had been delivered to the Kakin Empire.
Specifically, it was sent to the Fourth Prince, Tserriednich.
Known for his unsettling obsession with human organs, Tserriednich's hobbies would have branded anyone else a pervert. But as a prince, his eccentricities were met with uneasy silence and veiled fear.
A massive container stood at the center of the room, housing the monk's lifeless body. His clothing had been stripped away, and his corpse was submerged in formalin. The faint chemical aroma mingled with an inexplicable air of vitality, as if death had only slightly brushed him.
Tserriednich approached, his eyes gleaming with admiration.
"Exquisite," he murmured. To him, this was not merely a corpse but a masterpiece of unparalleled artistry.
The maid at his side held her breath, her fear palpable. She'd witnessed what happened to those who disrupted the prince's peculiar musings. Death would have been a mercy compared to the fates of those who displeased him.
...
Elsewhere, a Shadow Beast had infiltrated the Ganlu Temple on orders from the Mafia Community.
This Shadow Beast wasted no time, securing a connection with the temple's latent Nen energy and striking a deal. As he stood at the heart of the temple, he marveled at its power.
"This energy is immense," he murmured, his excitement barely contained. "Even A-level Nen users would struggle against me here. With this power, I can surpass the limits of a typical Shadow Beast."
He contemplated his position. "Leaving the team might seem drastic, but the name 'Shadow Beast' is irrelevant. What matters is strength, and I've outgrown them. Here, I can rise beyond their level."
The phone in his pocket buzzed. One of the Ten Dons was calling.
He answered, giving a full report. "The Ganlu Temple is a reservoir of power. It thrives on desire, and to sustain its energy, I suggest turning the area into a red-light district. The temple's energy can be amplified significantly under such conditions."
The voice on the other end paused before replying. "I'll grant you the resources you need, but fail, and everything will be taken from you."
"Understood," the Shadow Beast replied smoothly, though a smirk tugged at his lips.
Hanging up, he sneered. "For now, they call the shots. But soon enough, this place will rival their strongholds, and I'll ascend as the world's most powerful gangster."
Kaizen's phone rang, jolting him from his thoughts.
The screen displayed an unfamiliar number. After a moment's hesitation, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Is this Kaizen?"
"Speaking."
"This is Dominica Fiora."
Kaizen's brow furrowed slightly. The response came quicker than he'd expected, a sign that the royal family of Fiora valued the Nen artifact more than he anticipated.
"Dominica," Kaizen replied, his tone respectful. "This is Kaizen Zoldyck."
The addition of his family name elicited a subtle change in Dominica's breathing—a hint of recognition.
