Chapter 162: Ging and Roy's Encounter through Books x Don Freecss's Theory on the Elephant Tapir
Razor...
Roy flicked his finger, and the crumpled napkin arced gracefully into the wastebasket. The word "prison" instantly brought to mind a man—hulking, wearing a tank top and shorts, forever dressed like a volleyball player.
He was the most representative powerhouse of the Emitter type, and a prime example of why Roy understood exactly what kind of "privileges" and "status" Ging, and "Hunters" in general, possessed.
Why was Razor, a death row convict, safe and sound just because of Ging's trust?
Why could Ging break someone out of prison, and as a Hunter, stand above the law without consequence?
Ultimately, neither Hunters nor the Hunter Association operated on morality or conscience. In fact... the Hunter Association, revered by countless elites, was merely a puppet organization pushed to the forefront by the V5 nations to control the world's "Nen users."
Ging broke the law without consequence, and Razor, a condemned criminal, roamed free on Greed Island. Without the tacit approval or backing of major nations... Ging, Razor, and even Elena, List, and the others building "Greed Island" would have been labeled an "A-Rank Criminal Group" like the future Phantom Troupe and hunted globally.
Thus, personal will can never override the will of the state. Just as Grandpa Zzigg wrote in the Record of the West Continent before him... Roy flipped to page 18 and saw the words...
[To transcend, one cannot detach from nature. Ultimately, one must gather the "Power of All Living Beings" to negotiate with "Nature." Whether seizing "Authority" or "Stealing" it...]
[Relying solely on [Self], no matter how long one trains or how high one's talent, one cannot escape the constraints of "Natural Law." You will age, you will die, until... you turn to dust and return to the embrace of "Nature"...]
"Young Master..."
"Young Master?"
Two soft calls pulled Roy from his contemplation.
Gotoh pushed up his glasses and asked tentatively, "Shall we accept?"
The woman was too rude, using conditions to hold the Young Master hostage. Gotoh's instinct was to get the intel, then kill her immediately to teach her... not just anyone can make demands of a Zoldyck.
But for the world-renowned "Number One Assassin Family," there were indeed a rare few who had the "qualification."
"Ging," one of the "Top Five Nen Users in the World," was one of them.
Roy kept his eyes on the Record of the West Continent, not looking up. "Time, place. Wait for her message, then book the tickets."
He had no interest in prison breaks, and Razor wasn't important. The key was the "Elephant Tapir"... Not just to cure Tanjuro, but for himself as a Conjurer. To firmly grasp the method of "De-Conjuration," he had to go.
"Yes, sir." Gotoh cleared the table and wheeled the cart away. A voice drifted from behind him: "Your 'Breathing Style' is coming along well."
The young butler paused, a smile touching his lips. He bowed slightly and left, his steps lighter than usual.
Creeak... The door closed gently.
Alone in the bedroom, the boy sat at the table, flipping through the Record of the West Continent, trying to find a way to use "Faith Power" in Zzigg's notes. Perhaps fate had its own plans...
At that moment, countless miles away from the Padokea Republic, on the eastern shore of Greed Island.
A man with stubble on his chin, wearing black leather boots, balloon pants, and a black scarf, sat cross-legged on a reef, fishing in the sea. His rod was wedged in a crack in the rock, swaying gently in the wind. His bright brown eyes were fixed intently on a worn book resting on his knees.
The red sun rose over the sea, casting the first rays of dawn...
Faintly visible on the book's cover were the words Journey to the New World...
["Elephant Tapir": Phantom Beast species. Usually inhabits the Grand Canyon of Colorado in the Tunguska Empire, near the winter solstice of the Dark Continent. Feeds on ants and small crustaceans.]
[Possessing extremely high talent for "Conjuration" but lacking "Intelligence," it often traps itself in the fissures between "Conjuration" and "De-Conjuration," "Reality" and "Illusion"... easy to lose oneself and fall out of the Dark Continent, appearing in small secret realms or forbidden lands...]
[Most recent verified sighting: Traces found in an underwater secret realm near the west coast of the Yorbian Continent...]
The young man narrowed his eyes in thought... His "Ancestor's" "most recent verified sighting" was at least three hundred years old... Three hundred years was enough for dynasties to fall and civilizations to vanish. Whether the "Elephant Tapir" still appeared in that underwater realm off the Yorbian coast was unknown.
But, some news is better than no news... Ging thought optimistically. His ears twitched, hearing footsteps approaching from behind. He looked back.
Elena approached, a transparent blue screen floating before her. She stopped five meters behind him. "Ging, he accepted."
"You were right. The Zoldyck boy has skills... I just dug up some intel... The chief examiner for this phase was Botobai, whom you admire so much."
"Is that so?" Ging wasn't surprised. He said regretfully, "A pity Botobai won't be tied down to one place. Otherwise, having him guard Greed Island would be much safer."
"What about Razor, the one you're breaking out?"
"He's strong, but a notch below Botobai..."
[14 Devils] were only fourteen, after all. But [One-Man Army] commanded a mature, fully-fledged military force! Emitters compete on "Aura Quantity." At least... in terms of "stats," Razor was slightly inferior.
Elena nodded. "In that case, I'll reply to him."
"Tell him to meet us in Brontë, a coastal city on the west coast of the Yorbian Continent, in one month."
"Why not now?" Greed Island was at a critical stage of construction; sooner was better. Elena looked at Ging, puzzled.
The man closed Journey to the New World and stood up, watching the rosy dawn fill the sky, signaling another new day. He smiled. "In a month, Gon will be born. I want to see him once before I go..."
Elena thought of Vivian, the pregnant woman who ignored everyone, cold as ice. Her due date was at the end of the month. Realization dawned on her.
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