"Call me 'Second Brother' when you need help, but otherwise, just call me Milluki," Milluki said with a sidelong glance, his expression clearly showing his disdain, as if he had long seen through their antics: "You really are two of a kind!"
No, Kalluto is at least a bit better than Killua, because Killua would rudely call him "fat pig."
Kalluto glanced at Milluki but didn't say much. Since Milluki had already agreed to accompany him into this game, it was probably best not to tell him any unnecessary details to avoid complications. Truth be told, Kalluto wasn't particularly interested in the game either.
The reason he insisted on bringing Milluki along and needing his help was mainly because... Killua was in the game. Kalluto wanted to see if there was any way he could assist Killua!
"Milluki is a gaming expert; if he helps navigate through this game, he can definitely save Killua a lot of trouble," Kalluto thought to himself. "By then, I should be able to help Killua, right?"
Hmm, he was glad Milluki didn't know his real intentions. If Milluki found out that he was just a tool for Kalluto to please and help Killua, who knows what he'd think. Poor Milluki, even with his Nen abilities, was forced to cater to the whims of the Zoldyck family for Killua's sake.
Speaking of which, in the entire Zoldyck family, from the elders to the mother, the butler, the old butler, and even the current generation's eldest brother, two younger brothers, and the apprentice butler, they all favored Killua. He was like the apple of everyone's eye, cherished by all.
Yet Milluki remained unmoved by this trend, resolutely standing on the front lines against Killua, even going so far as to whip him. Truly, he was a rare voice of reason in the Zoldyck family. Perhaps he was one of the few emotionally stable members of the family, alongside Zeno and Silva.
Meanwhile, Kalluto, with his hidden agenda, was dragging Milluki into the Greed Island game. On the other side, in the Republic of Padokia's Kukuroo Mountain...
"Thanks for the ride, old man," Maha said, landing and hammering his back, expressing his gratitude to Morin.
"It's no big deal," Morin replied with a smile. "It just happened to be on my way."
After finishing his business with Muherr and returning to Yorknew City to handle some matters, Morin encountered Maha, who was planning to head home. Conveniently, Morin's next stop was also the Zoldyck estate, so he brought Maha along.
"Alright, what comes next is up to you young folks. I won't disturb you anymore," Maha said, seemingly guessing Morin's purpose for being there. He hammered his back again and slowly walked away.
"Oh my, time flies so fast. When was the last time I came home? It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Maha's voice faded as he walked away.
"Shall we?" Morin said to the gathered butlers—Zebro, Gotoh, Amane, and Canary—who were waiting for him, ready for anything.
"I need to discuss something with your master and the head of the family."
In the main hall of the Zoldyck estate, Morin sat opposite Silva and Zeno. Before them were various exquisite pastries. Those who knew them recognized these three as ruthless killers, two of whom were top-tier assassins. Those who didn't might mistake them for nobles having afternoon tea.
"So, Morin, what brings you here?" Zeno asked, setting down his impressive wine glass with a business-like tone.
"I know you both like to get straight to the point, so I won't beat around the bush," Morin said, clearing his throat. "I'm planning to seize the right opportunity next year to head to the Dark Continent."
"What are your thoughts on this?"
"Heading to the Dark Continent, huh?" Zeno said, taking a small bite of his pastry, unfazed by Morin's proposal. In fact, he found it quite normal. Given Morin's current strength and status, not setting his sights on the Dark Continent would be odd. The six continents were too small to contain someone like Morin.
"Going to the Dark Continent is your own business, but if you're asking about our intentions..." Zeno squinted slightly. "We're quite comfortable with our family assassination business and have no plans to change our operations."
"Is that so? But I remember the Zoldycks take on all kinds of commissions," Morin replied with a smile. During the Chimera Ant arc, Netero specifically commissioned Zeno to create a suitable battleground for a solo fight with the Ant King, leading to the spectacular Dragon Dive in the palace's sky.
If they could take on such a commission, surely a trip to the Dark Continent would be possible, right?
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Indeed, Morin's plan naturally involved members of the Zoldyck family, who had ventured to the Dark Continent before. If Zigg could accompany Netero to the Dark Continent back then, there's no reason the current Zoldyck family couldn't.
The room fell silent for a moment.
"Apologies, but we have no intention of going to the Dark Continent," Zeno finally said, shaking his head after some thought.
"If there's no intention, it can be cultivated," Morin replied earnestly. The fact that they took time to consider rather than outright reject meant there was room for negotiation. To Morin, everything had a price. If he couldn't achieve his desired outcome, it simply meant the price wasn't high enough.
"I understand the Zoldyck family's commission tiers. There's no commission you won't accept, only prices clients can't afford," Morin continued confidently. "I know a commission involving the Dark Continent would undoubtedly rank among the highest."
"But as long as you name your price, I can meet it," Morin declared with assurance, knowing he had the means to back up his claim.
"Well then, since you're so insistent..." Zeno said, brushing off his sleeve and crossing his legs. "I won't hold back."
He raised one finger: "First, the basic fee in Jenny is a given."
"That's no problem," Morin agreed without hesitation.
"Second," Zeno continued, raising a second finger, "no matter how much you offer, due to the dangers of the Dark Continent, for the sake of the family, we will only send one person to accompany you. Of course, it won't be a novice. We don't want them to be a burden or go to their deaths in vain."
"Naturally," Morin nodded. He hadn't intended to recruit the entire Zoldyck family. Securing one member was already a win.
"Third, you must eliminate our 'lingering concerns,'" Zeno said, his gaze sharp. "You mentioned Alluka earlier, so you must be aware of what happened to her and why."
"Yes," Morin replied without concealment.
"Since you know, I won't belabor the point. The thing with Alluka was undoubtedly brought back by my father from the Dark Continent," Zeno stated gravely. "I don't expect the family member we send to return unscathed—it's unrealistic. Anything can happen on that land."
"What I ask is that another Alluka doesn't appear within the family," Zeno's tone turned serious. "If you can't ensure such a situation won't occur, our cooperation ends here."
"The Zoldyck family can't afford another monster from the Dark World."
Preventing another Alluka within the Zoldyck family... Such a request was within Morin's expectations. After all, when Zigg visited the Dark Continent, he brought back the longevity food Nitrorice but also Nanika. And now, he's missing.
Throughout human history, every expedition to the Dark Continent has brought back a disaster. Whether it's bad luck or the land's entities or rules acting deliberately, these disasters always find their way back to humanity's lands.
"Not a problem!" Morin responded decisively after a brief contemplation. With the tools he possessed, expelling dark entities like Alluka's was feasible. Even if his tools failed, Ging's designated cards on Greed Island had similar capabilities. And if those options failed, there was always Killua!
Killua could ask Alluka to wish Nanika to remove the dark entities—using darkness to combat darkness. A fitting strategy.
If even these measures failed, then perhaps it was time to give up and let destruction take its course. This was the highest level of response across the Six Continents. If it couldn't prevent disaster, then perhaps the world wasn't worth saving.
"Good," Zeno said, observing Morin's confident demeanor, which seemed genuine. He nodded slowly.
"If you can meet all three conditions, then the Zoldyck family will accompany you on this journey," Zeno said, his face breaking into a hawk-like, sharp smile. Unlike his previous cunning demeanor, Morin had piqued his interest.
"Since you've invited us, I assume you've also invited quite a few others?"
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