No one else would be able to create an island specifically for players to play games like Ging Freecss did.
And much of the game's content was completely unconventional, even for someone like Luke, who lived in the 2020s.
In terms of both innovation and fun, it was a pinnacle of gaming.
He genuinely wanted to experience it deeply as a player.
But… from Ging Freecss's perspective as the developer, there were two things that ruined a game and cut its lifespan short: One is the endless stream of bugs, something Ging Freecss can confidently claim that will never appear in his game.
The other is cheats that disrupt the game's ecology and balance.
Even worse than bugs, they utterly ruined the player's gaming experience.
And without a doubt, in Ging Freecss's eyes, Luke, with his countless inventions and bizarre abilities, was the equivalent of a living, breathing cheat code!!
It's utterly unfair to other players.
And there's another crucial point…
"The name Greed Island was clearly something my companions and I just decided on..."
This time, he couldn't even blink: "How do you know?!!"
You know, he had wasted countless brain cells to come up with this name.
He even changed his companion's name to come up with such a fitting name.
Logically, they had just made a simple decision, but with Luke…
"Some things, once more than two people know..."
Luke smiled and said: "Then it's no longer a secret."
Ging Freecss: "..."
He couldn't help but scratch his head.
That made a lot of sense. But… He couldn't just be treated like an idiot, could he?!!
"Forget it, if you don't want to say, then don't."
Ging Freecss sighed.
"That's your choice. But once you get out of here, don't forget to contact that guy."
"I will."
Luke nodded. "But that will have to wait until I leave and buy a phone in the city first."
Ging Freecss: "...?"
"Don't you even have a cell phone right now?!"
"That's right..."
"Then how do you usually contact others?!"
Luke smiled but said nothing.
Ging Freecss: "... Using inventions again, huh?!"
Indeed, with the magical effects of Luke's ability, if there really were inventions that could communicate, it would be much more convenient than a cell phone.
That was something even Ging envied.
"Honestly, I'm really curious now, just how many of those bizarre gadgets do you actually have?"
Ging let out a long sigh, his tone somewhat sour.
"The nearest city from here is in the Ironwood Mountains, where transportation is well developed."
"It's quite prosperous, with good local culture too. You can head there, and while you're at it, buy yourself a phone."
Ging Freecss pointed out a suitable destination for Luke's next stop.
Hearing a familiar name, Luke glanced at him with a smile.
Ging's face was calm, like he was doing it all for Luke's good.
Well, strictly speaking, he wasn't lying.
"Okay, I understand."
Luke nodded. "But I spent quite a bit of money on the bombs earlier, so..."
He smiled and said: "I'm still short of money for travel expenses."
"You're still short of money?"
Ging Freecss was slightly surprised. "How much do you need?"
"Not much, just 5.8 billion Jenny..."
This bastard was teasing him again.
5.8 billion Jenny, that's the price he had tentatively set for Greed Island's gaming console.
And now Luke was poking fun at him with it.
"I don't have that much money."
Ging Freecss simply threw up his hands. "I've already spent all my money on ruin repairs."
"But 50,000 Jenny for a phone? That I can cover."
50,000 Jenny…
A little over 150 Jenny could buy a can of juice. So you can imagine the purchasing power of 50,000 Jenny…
"I don't believe you."
Luke didn't believe Ging Freecss's lies.
You have to remember, when Ging Freecss approached Beyond Netero's team, applying to join their group and become the team's second-in-command... Many members of the team were hostile to Ging Freecss.
Until… Ging activated his money power.
'No matter how much Beyond Netero paid to hire you, I'll give you double the price.'
And this wasn't just empty talk; it was an on-the-spot exchange.
One chinless man, desperate for medical expenses, told Ging: "If you only give me money, I'll recognize you as second-in-command."
And Ging, without hesitation, asked for his account number, pulled out his phone, and transferred the funds on the spot.
To Ging, it was truly a small matter.
"Um, Luke, if you're short on cash..."
Ginta genuinely believed him and kindly offered help: "I have some savings here, you can use that first..."
What a genuinely good guy.
Both Luke and Ging Freecss turned their eyes toward Ginta at the same time.
"Uh, what did I do now?!!"
Feeling their stares again, Ginta got nervous.
It felt like he couldn't keep up with their train of thought... which is a little overwhelming.
"Nothing."
Luke said softly.
It's just that Ginta, whose mind wasn't full of complex thoughts and was relatively simple-minded, felt a bit out of place next to Luke and King Freecss.
"It just so happens that my travel plans are pretty random right now, so I could definitely go to Ironwood Mountain..."
Luke had a clear vision: now was the time for him to integrate into this world and experience the laws that govern it.
And this was the perfect time.
Chrollo and the others were still growing and developing, giving him the perfect window to travel.
As the brigade matured, they would begin to practice Meteor City's external principles.
And as they began to walk the world, in Uvogin's words, they were becoming the world's greatest villains.
For now, it was the best of times.
"I don't need money or anything like that. Just give me a professional hunter's map when the time comes."
Luke waved at Ginta.
Because professional hunters are backed by the Hunter Association, the privileges they enjoyed were substantial.
This includes high-standard, high-privilege maps.
The information marked on professional hunter maps is extensive and vast, completely different from ordinary maps.
Although Luke isn't a professional hunter yet, Ginta is.
So by borrowing Ginta's hand, Luke could indirectly gain access to some hunter privileges in advance.
This professional hunter map is just the beginning.
