Chapter 219: There Is No One Like Me in the World x Opening Eyes for Everyone in Meteor City!
Roy never considered himself a good person, much less a kind-hearted one, but... at least as a [Human], he had his own set of bottom lines for [Being Human].
He didn't want to know how Silva and Kikyo met. He only knew that since he promised Great-Grandfather to be a ray of light illuminating others, even a sliver, he should resolutely fulfill it!
Even if it meant opposing the whole world!
Ring ring ring... A phone ringing broke the silence between father and son again...
Tsubone took out the phone from her pocket, glancing carefully at Silva. "It's Hall."
Hall, the head of the Zoldyck family's direct intelligence agency, and Tsubone's son. He didn't usually call. If he did... it meant something happened, and not something small.
"Answer." Silva glanced sideways at Roy, who was rocking in the chair like Maha. Tsubone nodded imperceptibly. After answering, her expression changed slightly. "Master, Hall said..."
"The informant lurking in Meteor City reports, [Poison Bug] Guzman has set off... towards the Young Master."
"I saw." A faint whisper. Roy closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle mountain breeze on his face. Sharing vision with Taichi, he had already seen the green-haired, freckled boy from the intelligence report.
Meteor City, West Sector District 4, Pale Church.
Clap clap... A round of applause...
At the corner of the table newly created by [Wood Style], vaguely... a figure suddenly emerged out of nowhere.
He sat right on the table next to Chrollo, Sarasa, Pakunoda, and Shalnark. Not far away were Uvogin and Nobunaga "playing dead" on the floor.
Guzman, with fluffy dark green curly hair swaying in the wind, looked straight at Roy behind the table with his effeminate eyes, smiling. "Creation from the void, a beautiful hand of Conjuration. No wonder that idiot Bolton fell into your hands."
"You used this [Wood Transformation] to block his bombs, didn't you?"
Guzman knocked on the table under his butt, hard enough... Uninvited, acting like he was touring his own home, he curiously sized up Roy... Chrollo, still recovering from Roy's Genjutsu and immersed in the sorrow of "Uvogin's death," along with... Sarasa, Uvogin, and Nobunaga all looked over...
Among them, Pakunoda's reaction was the strongest. Seeing that dark green hair, the girl recognized him immediately. Her fair fists hidden under the table clenched quietly. Her emotions fluctuated violently, mixed with a hatred so thick it was almost palpable, keenly captured by Roy.
Guzman raised his hands, smiling wickedly. "Ma... ma... no need to look at me like that. We are all neighbors. Coming over for a cup of tea isn't too much, is it?"
"So, you know you are uninvited?"
Smack~ A wet rag was thrown at Guzman's head.
Kastro, silver hair dancing in the wind, stepped quickly, taking three steps in two, arriving at Roy's side. Nen light rising, he instantly assumed the "Tiger Bite Fist" stance, firmly shielding Roy behind him!
The rag he threw was suddenly caught by a black shadow emerging from behind Guzman, dragging it into the darkness... The boy's pupils constricted imperceptibly, keenly smelling danger!
"Young Master, he's a Nen user, and not an ordinary one..."
The sudden small probe came and went quickly... The young Spiders, having just experienced Roy's skills and a beating from Kastro, tactfully kept silent. Even the reckless Uvogin sensed the burning smell in the air. Looking at Guzman, then at Roy, and finally subconsciously at Chrollo. However, the boy lowered his head silently, looking lost, still immersed in the illusion, holding his head in despair... "Oh my~ How can this be 'uninvited'?" Guzman smiled at Kastro. "I'm clearly here to say hello, and..."
"Brought a gift~" The boy pulled a bag of candy from his clothes like a magic trick and offered it. "Let's get acquainted. Guzman,"
Roy: "Drug dealer,"
"Don't put it so harshly, I'm clearly spreading happiness!"
En released. Guzman blocked the Heart Worm invading his heart while muttering to himself, "I admire that Bolton and Ilya died at your hands... silently sending a bug to eavesdrop on others, hey~"
The boy leaned forward, approaching Roy. "Priest-sama, I see... you are no saint either. Let's stop pretending, shall we?"
"You're courting death!"
"Kastro!"
A soft call stopped Kastro abruptly. Roy waved his hand, signaling him not to be angry, and said piously, "Praise the Sun."
Looking at Guzman again, his left and right pupils fwoosh ignited two suns, the [Eye of Revelation] that sees through all illusions.
He said, "A rag doll, no need to bother with it. Even if you kill him, you're just wasting your Nen."
"Heh... Priest-sama is a smart man, great eyesight!" Guzman clapped in praise. Meeting Roy's dazzling eyes, Nen surged on his body surface. He collapsed, stiffened, instantly turning into a rag doll. As its mouth opened and closed, threads went in and out. Those glass bead eyes stared fiercely at Roy, unspeakably eerie... just like a real person!
"Transmuter?"
"But... what was that black shadow that swallowed the rag just now?"
Kastro was stunned, still holding a shallow understanding of Nen, unaware that "Nen" itself is unreasonable. "The black shadow is him, the rag doll is also him," Roy looked expressionlessly at Guzman. "Selling drugs, manipulating others at will, extracting others' Nen abilities and forcibly occupying them... Third Elder [Mental Morphine] Guzman, please leave."
"Drug business included... Forgive me for not having time to attend the Council of Elders meeting in ten days."
[Mental Morphine]: By selling [Candy] filled with [Morphine] as a stimulant, manipulating others, thereby penetrating their minds and forcibly occupying their spirits.
In a way, thirty percent similar to Chrollo's future [Bandit's Secret], except one is "stealing," the other is "using force" via "drugs," even more domineering than stealing!
"Sigh... just a step late. Had I known you possessed 'mind-reading,' I would have activated En earlier."
The unexpected bug was too insidious, stealing a large piece of inner thoughts if careless... Guzman, in the form of a wooden doll, looked dangerously at Roy. "So, can I understand this as you rejecting me?"
"District 4 does not allow drugs. Not now, not in the future." Roy extended a finger, tapping the bag of candy Guzman sent. A spark lit up, followed by boiling steam falling on the candy, instantly...
Vaporizing it, annihilating it invisibly!
"Good, good, good!" The rag doll clapped!
Guzman's expression turned fierce, smiling sinisterly. "I hope Priest-sama can be as tough in the future as today!"
Then he withdrew. Instantly, only a dull rag doll losing Nen support remained, falling face down on the wooden table with a smack.
Silence was the Pale Church at this moment. Uvogin and Nobunaga exchanged bewildered glances...
Shalnark and Sarasa, having lost their backbone, were the same. Only...
Pakunoda, after emotional ups and downs, lowered her eyes and said, "You shouldn't have rejected him."
The girl's bright eyes clearly suppressed pain. Taking a deep breath, she said, "He's not human, we aren't either. You didn't need to offend an Elder for us things, even less need to..."
"Waste money providing relief to trash like us."
Sarasa lowered her head silently. Shalnark secretly poked Chrollo, not refuting... Uvogin and Nobunaga looked as if it were a matter of course...
Plus, Roy invading Guzman's heart via [Heart Worm] saw those actively approaching Guzman, begging for [Candy], even just one, even just a taste. Among them was... Pakunoda's close friend, a little girl with beautiful amber eyes... willing to be played with, humiliated, and finally violated by Guzman, smiling and licking candy, her body pierced... dying "happily"...
Just like seeing that "Little Mary" in the Dark Continent, Roy fell silent. A silence... deafening. A silence... that drew his sword and bared his blade!
Specks of fluorescent light bloomed. Snow-Walker unsheathed, flashing a cold arc, then grabbed in his hand!
The boy priest, holding scripture in one hand, sword in the other, stood up. Without looking back, "Kastro, come with me to kill!"
Whoosh~ Cold wind blew in, sending his black hair flying back... Kastro shouted loudly, "Yes!"
Master and servant stormed out. Under the instinctive backward gazes of Pakunoda, Sarasa, Shalnark, Uvogin, Nobunaga, and the newly recovered Chrollo, they strode firmly towards the North Sector of Meteor City, 1st Avenue, which is... Guzman's territory...
Around the Pale Church, several trash heaps hid peering eyes. Flickering, they hurriedly reported...
Just a few days after the deaths of Bolton and Ilya, the newly calmed Meteor City seemed to have undercurrents surging again... Teams from the East, South, and West sectors, some in black suits and ties like men in black... some in tight clothes, exquisite figures, highly seductive, dressed coolly... some bald with tattoos, tall and sturdy, inadvertently revealing a corner of their chest covered in thick black hair, looking fierce...
Swarming in...
Adjacent to District 4 was District 3...
Belus, born in Meteor City, with slicked-back graying hair, leaned against the bright floor-to-ceiling window, watching Roy lead Kastro towards the North Sector. In silence, he lit a cigar, took a drag, blew smoke, and turned to the young woman with a veiled face beside him. "Do you think such foolish people really exist in the world?"
"I thought for three days and three nights and couldn't understand why he came to Meteor City to preach."
The man, nearing fifty, weathered by the world, frowned with crow's feet around his eyes.
Lotus, wearing a wide-brimmed top hat, remembered the old bishop's word "Sunshine" at the church patio. Silent for a long time, she glanced at Belus and said bluntly, "Aren't you a fool too?"
Opening a recycling station and doing legitimate business in a place like Meteor City, only his normal brain could think of that!
Who doesn't know that people in Meteor City aren't humans? Doing legitimate business... how is that faster than drug trafficking or human trafficking?
This is clearly a hotbed of "sin," a paradise cultivating criminals!
"I'm different." Belus ignored the sarcasm in Lotus's words. His gaze drifted through the window, tied entirely to the fading boy priest. He said frankly, "This is my home. I was born here, grew up here. Naturally, I hope... it can get better here. What about him?"
"This isn't his home, why is he meddling?"
He... has absolutely no motive!
As for... preaching and charity... in Belus's eyes, it's all bullshit!
Looking at the whole world, there is no one who doesn't think for themselves, who isn't moved by profit!
Unless... he really is a fool, or... the holy angels Daniel Lauren mentioned, coming to save the world by the Lord's command!
Lotus fell silent. She didn't believe it either. At least... as a [Mortician], she came to Meteor City with the selfish motive of tempering her Nen ability [Nen Stitches]... Only here could provide her with enough fresh, rotten, and miserable... corpses!
Just like in the original story, she sewed up the dismembered Sarasa. Her selfish motives were obvious, almost out in the open.
"I don't know either," Lotus watched Roy leave, her red lips parting lightly. "Maybe... he really is different."
The woman's figure swayed. A flash, she appeared at Belus's office door. Another flash, already downstairs. Then... lotus steps moving, figure ethereal, gracefully following Roy's direction, quietly gliding past piles of trash towards the North Sector of Meteor City.
In the huge villa, Belus stood alone facing the empty street with only trash heaps and scavengers. Puffing clouds of smoke, he fell into a long silence...
"Impossible,"
"Absolutely impossible for such a person to exist,"
A moment later, he murmured firmly... His thoughts, following his gaze, drifted far away. He dispatched a few subordinates to follow Lotus...
The men took orders, armed themselves, wore black suits, and shuttled through the trash heaps. In no time, they heard a dense string of gunshots from 1st Avenue in the North Sector ahead!
Rat-tat-tat-tat... Bullets poured down like a rainstorm!
The men quietly climbed up a higher trash heap, lying down and peeking forward...
In front of a luxurious villa, even twice as tall as Belus's mansion, a black-haired and a silver-haired boy were unhurriedly braving the spitting hail of bullets... advancing!
The black-haired one was the boy priest!
The silver-haired one was his attendant!
Whoosh~ A snow-white sword light flashed!
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