Day 5, noon.
The two errand runners came to Sylvar Crowe with a quotation.
Total cost: 50 million Jenny.
What the hell?
Are the currencies in this world just worthless or something?
Fifty million! That's fifty million at any time!!!
But—Sylvar thought about it again.
The winner at Sky Arena alone received over 100 million Jenny in rewards. At this point, money really wasn't something he needed to worry about anymore.
After giving the two a deposit, he instructed them to pick up the goods. Everything was to be delivered directly to his private room. The remaining balance would be paid after delivery.
That afternoon, he spent another 10 million Jenny on a high-performance off-road vehicle. All the paperwork was handled at lightning speed.
It turned out that as long as you had enough money, you didn't even need to attend driving school.
You didn't even need a driver's license.
They took a photo of Sylvar, sent someone to teach him the basics, and within half a day, he was already on the road.
Day 6, morning.
After paying the remaining balance for the previous purchases, Sylvar sealed everything into the magic book and went out driving.
While leisurely cruising around, he spotted a racecourse.
He thought about it carefully.
Using a horse as transportation might actually be a decent idea.
But then another thought followed immediately.
Wouldn't a handsome motorcycle be way cooler?
As long as there was enough gasoline to accelerate from zero to one hundred kilometers per hour in five seconds, how could a pony possibly compare?
Of course.
There were drawbacks.
Motorcycles and sports cars could only be used on flat roads.
If he needed to move quickly through forests, then something like a wolf… or a deer… would be better.
Or even a flying creature.
So Sylvar set another goal for this world.
Capture a fast biological mount.
At the same time, acquire the fastest sports car and the fastest motorcycle available.
And of course—stockpile gasoline.
Fast creatures would need to be captured personally.
But for sports cars and motorcycles, he could just have his subordinates handle it.
A salary of 100,000 Jenny per day wasn't something they were being paid for nothing.
Because there was no identity verification, all the vehicles were registered directly under the names of the errand runners.
Sylvar simply paid the money.
Once the payment was made, he sealed the vehicles directly into the book, turning them into painted images on its pages.
The two men beside him nearly had their eyes pop out of their sockets.
One of them, slightly more experienced, whispered, "Could he be… a Hunter?"
Sylvar ignored him completely.
After all, these two only worked for him because of money.
The motorcycle and sports car together were worth over 10 million Jenny—enough for them to disappear at any time if they wanted.
After sealing the vehicles, Sylvar gave each of them 300,000 Jenny and sent them away.
At this point, he had already spent around 80 million Jenny.
Buying the sports car alone took nearly four hours.
Driving it to purchase the motorcycle took another half hour.
Day 7, morning.
There was a "plan" that needed to be carried out.
Sylvar first drove his sports car around the Hunter Association headquarters, then found a narrow alley nearby and carefully observed it.
After confirming everything, he drove toward the Misty Forest.
Before reaching the forest, he noticed a fully fueled tanker truck parked by the roadside.
Without saying a word, Sylvar handed the driver 20 million Jenny.
The truck—and all the fuel inside—now belonged to him.
He sealed it directly into the book, turning it into another painting.
Perfect timing.
He'd been worried about running out of gasoline.
Once he reached the outskirts of the Misty Forest, Sylvar took out the magic book and activated:
"Space magic — Spatial Channel."
The destination was fixed the moment he entered.
He emerged in the alley beside the Hunter Association headquarters.
Without even maintaining the spell, he took out a phone from his pocket.
A message was already prepared.
Wrapping the phone in Nen, he threw it toward the entrance of the headquarters.
The moment the phone left his hand, Sylvar stepped back and returned through the spatial channel to the Misty Forest.
What happened next was no longer under his control.
The phone smashed through the entrance, blowing a hole over a meter wide.
The guards immediately rushed over.
The captain saw that the object was just a phone and cautiously picked it up.
At first glance, it looked like a prank.
But when he read the final line—
"This creature comes from the Dark Continent."
His pupils shrank sharply.
Dark Continent?!
This wasn't something he could handle alone.
The report was sent upward immediately.
Layer by layer.
Eventually, the phone reached the hands of Chairman Netero, president of the Hunter Association.
After reading the contents, even Netero was surprised.
A prediction?
It clearly stated that the Chimera Ants were currently in NGL.
They hadn't yet evolved to their most terrifying state.
There was still time.
The message pointed out that NGL was a perfect breeding ground—no machinery, no external contact.
An ant paradise.
It warned that the Chimera Ant King, born from the collective power of the entire species, would possess strength rivaling Netero himself.
Two years later, even the strongest humans wouldn't be able to kill him.
Only a biological weapon—like the Miniature Rose, detonated within 100 meters—could end him.
Even then, if detected early, the King would escape.
All of this would occur within one to two years.
The exact timing was unknown.
Believe it or not—it was up to the chairman.
The final warning read:
Never send weaklings.
If Chimera Ants consume someone with Nen, they will awaken Nen themselves.
That would be catastrophic.
Final note:
"I am just a passer-by in this world."
After reading the message, Netero fell into deep silence.
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Back in the Misty Forest, Sylvar began searching for edible plants and rare animals based on the field guide he'd bought from a roadside stall.
Of course, his main objective hadn't changed.
A fast biological mount.
Against jungle creatures, he usually used ice cones.
If one wasn't enough, then two.
If two weren't enough, then three.
If that still didn't work—chain magic.
The rare beasts were frozen into ice sculptures, piled together, and sealed into the book.
It wasted pages.
But there were still plenty.
For now, he avoided using spatial sealing—it consumed Nen rather than magic power.
Combat relied on magic.
Nen would serve as logistics.
Besides, he'd only recently acquired Nen. This was the perfect time to train it.
After three days and two nights of searching, he found them.
A wolf pack.
And among them—a leader.
That wolf was faster than any creature he'd seen so far.
Sylvar felt excitement surge.
Finally.
Its fur was pitch black, gleaming with a mysterious sheen.
Under sunlight, its coat reflected faint starlike light.
As it moved, its fur flowed like ink in water—beautiful and terrifying.
Against a pack, wide-area suppression was best.
But he didn't want them escaping.
The magic book floated into the air.
Chains erupted from all directions.
In an instant, a 500-meter-radius cage was formed.
Doflamingo…
Sorry.
Borrowing your move again.
"Birdcage."
"I submit! I submit! Let's see where you run—"
Wait.
Why am I laughing like him?
This is a battle.
I shouldn't copy someone else's laugh.
I need my own.
Hahaha—
That was Zeng Xiaoxian's sly laugh.
But the wolves stared at him fiercely.
His smile froze.
"…I'm a little unhappy."
Sylvar created an ice house around himself.
The wolves attacked repeatedly.
Claws scraped against ice.
No breakthrough.
The chain cage shrank inward.
Closer.
Closer.
Until the wolves were pressed together.
No room left.
He released the ice house's protection.
A massive freezing wave swept out.
The wolves turned into ice sculptures.
Satisfied, Sylvar searched until he found the black wolf.
He bound it with chains, unfroze it—
Still ferocious.
No fear.
Without hesitation, he sealed it into the book.
When released again, it obeyed completely.
It even stuck out its tongue, like an oversized husky.
But it kept howling at its frozen companions.
So Sylvar released the ice.
The pack fled.
Time to leave.
He sealed the wolf.
With half a day to spare…
Why not shop again?
A spatial channel opened.
The mall.
People stared, surprised—but no one panicked.
In this world, such things were common.
Hunters.
After half a day, his money was nearly gone.
As the countdown reached zero, he sealed everything.
Wine.
Clothes.
Children's toys.
Light flashed.
Sylvar returned to the Black Bulls' base.
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