HXH 017 : Wider world

After waking up, Kastro noticed that his body had gained a strange, new power.

This power was far stronger than any martial arts he had learned before!

Even though his body was covered in wounds and wracked with pain, he could still feel this surging, astonishing energy.

It seemed like the purest form of power, originating from life itself.

It was continuously healing his body, mending his injuries.

"Is it thanks to this kind of power that Hisoka is so formidable, able to survive in this Sky Arena?"

Kastro muttered to himself, looking at his hands.

He felt as though he had caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg of this world.

"Survive might not be the right word. To Hisoka, this place is nothing more than his playground."

Suddenly, a faint voice came from nearby.

"Who's there?!"

Kastro's body tensed instantly. He hadn't been aware that someone else was there at all.

"Who are you?!"

Following the direction from which the voice came, he saw a man in a black suit standing there.

The man stood in a pitch-black corner of shadows, dressed in all black, which made him appear rather eerie in this setting.

However, Kastro didn't mind this; instead, his gaze remained intense and focused on the stranger.

From this man, he sensed a power similar to the one surging within his own body.

"My name is Moarik, and I currently work for a mafia family."

Moarikcasually pulled up a chair and sat down.

"A mafia member, huh?"

Kastro was no stranger to the mafia that was active across the six continents, especially the legendary "Ten Dons" among them.

"So even within the mafia, there are such powerful individuals."

It was only then that he realized the world wasn't as simple or straightforward as he had imagined.

"Your talent and strength are quite impressive. To fight Hisoka to such an extent is commendable."

Moarik clasped his hands together. "Are you interested in seeing a wider world?"

"A wider world..."

Kastro raised an eyebrow. "Are you talking about the kind of power you possess?"

"Yes, you can call it Nen."

Moarik nodded slightly. "Anyone who lingers on the 200th floor or above in this Sky Arena has mastered Nen."

"The 200th floor, huh?"

Kastro seemed to have a moment of realization. "No wonder there are distinctions like 'Floor Masters' above the 200th floor. Is that how it works~"

"So, all those Floor Masters are Nen users as well?"

Using his ability to infer, Kastro tried to glean more information: "Are they very powerful?"

"Powerful? Perhaps~"

Moarik chuckled softly, refraining from making any specific comment.

But his demeanor, in Kastro's eyes, was filled with deep disdain.

A disdain for those Floor Masters, so much so that he didn't even bother to offer an evaluation.

This made Kastro thoughtful.

It seemed that even in this world of Nen, there were different levels of strength.

And this man in front of him...

"If I want to see for myself," Kastro said in a low voice, "what's the cost?"

A new worldview was slowly unfolding before him, and even more miraculous and powerful forces beckoned to him.

He had no reason to refuse entry into such a world!

"It's simple. I'm currently short-staffed. There are times when I have tasks to handle and can't manage everything on my own; I need someone to look after things."

Moarik intertwined his fingers and smiled. "All you need to do is help me out for a few years."

"Don't worry, the workload won't be too heavy, and I assure you, you won't miss out on anything you want."

"Helping for a few years..."

Hearing this, Kastro frowned slightly. "Are you asking me to join the mafia?"

"Not quite joining the mafia. It's more like an employer-employee relationship~"

Moarik offered a fitting analogy.

"Like the contract Hunters in the Hunter Association, you simply fulfill the employer's requests without actually joining any particular faction."

With this explanation, Kastro's frown relaxed a bit, and he found himself more accepting of the idea.

After all, a simple contractual employment is quite different from directly joining a mafia faction.

Kastro's goal had always been to make a name for himself in the world of martial artists.

"Can you really give me everything I want?"

Kastro still felt a bit skeptical. "There are so many opportunities here in the Sky Arena; perhaps I could completely rely on my own abilities to find them..."

Thud.

Before Kastro could finish speaking, a notebook was thrown right at him.

He raised his hand to catch it, and the words "The Four Major Principles" flashed before his eyes.

"If the opportunities in the Sky Arena were really that abundant, there wouldn't be so many clueless people like you who charge straight to the 200th floor without any understanding or preparation, just to clash head-on."

Moarik's indifferent voice sounded. "As for finding it on your own, sorry, I'm not doubting your abilities."

"The world of Nen users is entirely different from the world of ordinary people."

"In all these years, you've never come into contact with the world of Nen users. Now you want to find it? Think about how difficult that would be."

"Even if, hypothetically, you could find your way into the circle of Nen users, are you certain you could obtain what you want from there?"

"That world is even more dangerous and unpredictable than the underworld I'm in now."

"Are you really sure you can thrive in such an environment and achieve the best growth possible?"

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