The System's alert detonated like thunder.
A surge of power flooded Ryker's body, his Nen output instantly doubling.
"Now!"
He drew everything inward, compressing all energy into his right fist.
"Wrath of the Thunder God: Final Severance!"
Lightning converged into a colossal blade, blazing with electric arcs and streaming data, as if bridging the boundary between reality and the rules themselves.
Ryker launched forward.
The thunderblade tore through space, carving a rift as it crashed down toward the Abyssal Pupil.
A shriek erupted.
The Rule Node shattered completely.
The suffocating pressure of rule suppression vanished, and the distorted space snapped back into stability.
"The Eye of Rules has been destroyed!"
System notifications cascaded across his vision.
His Lightning Core surged to 95% stability.
Trait Fusion efficiency peaked.
Deep within the rift, something stirred.
The Dark Continent trembled.
A vast, slumbering will had noticed him.
"So it's begun…"
Ryker stared at the slowly sealing rift, a colder, sharper resolve igniting in his chest.
"I'll show you what true infinite plunder looks like."
The aftershocks of the shattered Abyssal Pupil faded.
His Lightning Core stabilized.
The Trait System roared into an unprecedented state of expansion.
But there was no time to breathe.
From the depths of the rift came a low, reverberating rumble, like a colossal beast awakening from ages of sleep.
"This is only the beginning…"
Ryker lifted his gaze.
The edge of the dark rift quivered, leaking an even denser, more chilling aura.
"Gon. Killua. Get ready. We're not done yet."
"Right!"
The two exchanged a glance, battle intent igniting in their eyes.
Biscuit and List shifted formation instantly, locking their focus onto the rift.
Then—
A silhouette emerged.
A figure stepped out from the darkness, hazy at first, then slowly sharpening.
A worn jacket.
Messy black hair.
A careless, almost mocking smile.
But his eyes—
Bright. Bottomless. Piercing through the dark itself.
"Hey…"
His voice echoed through the air, edged with amusement and challenge.
"The one messing with my kid's game… ready to face the real Dark Continent?"
Ryker's pupils tightened.
His heartbeat spiked.
"That voice… it can't be—" Gon froze.
"The summoner behind the Dark Continent…" Ryker said quietly.
The figure solidified.
Tall. Unfathomable. Radiating a restrained, terrifying presence.
"Who are you?" Ryker demanded, gaze locked. "Why interfere?"
The man chuckled softly, his tone turning cold.
"I am the forerunner of the Dark Continent. An apostle of its rules."
"What you destroyed…"
"…was merely one of my pieces."
"A piece?" Ryker's voice dropped.
"Then what are you really after?"
The man's smile widened.
"To control everything."
"To grasp the ultimate form of rules."
"To let the Dark Continent reign over every world."
His form began to distort—
Expanding.
Collapsing.
Twisting into a spiraling vortex of darkness.
"Come."
"Let me see whether your so-called Infinite Trait Plunder System…"
"…can truly control the rules."
Ryker exhaled slowly.
So this was it.
The real battle.
"System."
"Switch to full combat mode."
"Activate Trait Fusion: Limit State."
[ Trait Fusion Limit — Activated]
[ Total Traits: 115]
[ Lightning Core Output +20%]
Lightning erupted across his body, raging like a storm given form.
The pressure from the Dark Continent's summoner suffocated the air itself.
"Killua. Gon. Biscuit."
"Cover me."
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