Chapter 192 : Razor!!

On September 13th, two days later, the airship flew beneath the clouds.

From the porthole, Germain looked down and saw a bay revealed by Greed Island. Soon, a network of towns hidden within the forest came into view.

Among the many low houses, the castle built on the hilltop stood out prominently.

This was the heart of Greed Island—Limeiro, the final destination necessary to reach the game's conclusion.

Players who completed the game would be warmly welcomed here and allowed to choose three "designated cards" to take with them.

However, up to now, no one had ever reached the end.

The airship passed over the castle's spire and landed on a plain not far away. The propellers gradually came to a stop, and a ladder was lowered for disembarking.

Guided by Ging, Germain, Bisky, Shizuku, and Kurapika stepped off the airship and set foot on this land that felt like a world of fantasy.

Everyone looked around curiously.

Not far away, three people who had already received the news were waiting. 

They were key figures of Greed Island's core team and the Game Masters, holding the highest authority on the island.

Razor, who had strong features and squinted eyes.

Dwun, with wild, unruly hair, a cigarette in his mouth, and disheveled clothing.

List, with golden curls and a youthful, boyish appearance.

Seeing Ging after so long, Dwun, who had been scratching his belly, immediately crushed his cigarette, rushed over in his slippers, and stormed toward Ging with an intense expression.

"Ging—you bastard, you finally decided to come back! Do you have any idea how long you've been gone? You left everything for us to handle!"

Dwun's expression resembled that of a scorned woman, demanding answers from Ging with a bitter tone.

Ging, however, remained calm under Dwun's questioning. He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and thought hard for a moment before casually guessing a number.

"About five years?"

"It's been nine years!" Dwun's face showed disbelief. "And that time you even brought Gon here. I can't believe you've forgotten. Don't tell me you don't even know how old your son is now." 

"Uh... well... he's 11 years old this year."

"Ging, did you just do that math in your head right now? Unbelievable! Poor Gon!"

Note: The manga did not clearly state when Ging brought Kite into the game and created the character "Nico." This setting assumes it happened before Ging brought Gon into the game.

"I'm going to stand up for Gon and teach you, the irresponsible father, a lesson!"

Dwun reached out to grab Ging. Ging resisted, and their palms pressed against each other as they pushed back and forth like children competing in arm wrestling.

"Don't move!"

"Like I'm going to listen!"

The group that had come down from the airship watched the scene with interest.

"My apologies," List said, dressed in a formal suit that matched his youthful appearance, bowing slightly to the group. "Ging and Dwun are old friends; this is just how they interact. They'll probably wrestle for about five minutes, so let's head inside."

"Alright, take us in," Bisky said with a smile, speaking to List as if soothing a child.

Bisky was only interested in handsome men between the ages of 18 and 35 who were unmarried and had no children.

List's actual age was unknown, but his appearance clearly didn't match that preference, so Bisky's reaction was minimal—just normal affection for a childlike figure.

From afar, Ging's voice rang out: "Hey, hey, List! Don't think I didn't hear that! You're really going to ditch me at a time like this and take the guests straight to the castle?"

"Let's go," List said, gesturing toward the castle.

"Don't ignore me!" Ging shouted. In a moment of distraction, he was tackled to the ground by the scruffy Dwun, who then held him tightly and started crying.

"You idiot, you're finally back... you really are an idiot…"

As List led the group toward the castle, they were suddenly stopped by a towering figure.

"Razor?" List looked up at the tall figure with confusion.

Razor's expression was stern and resolute, making List and even Ging and Dwun, who were still on the ground, realize something serious was happening.

"I've heard the story from Ging already. While I have no objections to Ging's 'lifelong wish,'" Razor said, "I do have an issue with him giving shares to three of you and making you 'Game Masters.'"

"I was once a death row prisoner. Without Ging's help, I wouldn't be where I am today."

"That's why I must fulfill my duties properly, keep my promise to Ging, and ensure the smooth operation of 'Greed Island.'"

"Any obstacle stuck between the 'gears' will be removed by me, one by one. This is the right way for me to repay his kindness."

List understood what Razor meant, and his expression turned uneasy as he stepped in front of him.

"Razor, are you planning to get rough with them? They're guests invited by Ging. At least show some respect for him."

"Respect?" Razor laughed. "Ging didn't hire me to value so-called 'respect.'"

He looked in Ging's direction and shouted loudly:

"Ging, what do you think? You specifically told me never to go easy on your son when I met him. Is this who you are now? After all these years, have you turned soft?"

Dwun nervously got up from Ging and helped him to his feet.

"Razor…"

He started to doubt whether dragging Ging into this was a good idea. Maybe if he hadn't interfered, things wouldn't have turned out like this.

Ging scratched his head as if he were in a tough spot, then looked at Germain.

"That's how it is… It looks like he's also taking out the frustration he's accumulated from my long absence on you."

"So, it's going to be solved with force?"

"It's more like a test. Are you okay with that?"

"Then let's do it."

"Alright."

Germain's hunter cloak was already torn and missing pieces; he was only wearing a light-colored long-sleeve shirt, looking almost like a tourist.

He slowly walked toward Razor.

Dwun glanced anxiously at Ging. "Ging, aren't you going to stop this?"

Ging touched his worn-out hat and waved his hand. "It's fine. Germain won't go all out. He'll stop when necessary."

"Huh?"

Dwun froze for a moment, not fully processing it. What did Ging mean by "Germain won't go all out"? Shouldn't it be "Razor won't go all out"?

Razor was indeed powerful, and those who worked with him every day knew this well. He had "eliminated" countless people who tried to force their way through.

List stood in front of Razor, watching as Germain approached.

He noticed that Ging showed no intention of stopping it and that Germain's companions were also just observing. Lister's eyes shifted slightly as he understood the situation.

So confident, are they?

Well then, let me see just how skilled this "Fastest One-Star Hunter," the "Phantom Troupe and Shadow Beast Killer," really is...

With that, List placed a hand on his chest, stepped aside, and slightly bowed, making a gesture of invitation.

Razor looked down at the steadily approaching Germain. His narrowed eyes finally opened, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It seems, in terms of 'courage,' you are more than qualified."

He did not let his guard down; his fists clenched tightly, muscles bulging as his aura surged forth.

Activating Nen Ability!

Emission Type: 14 Devils!

Razor had the capacity to emit and control up to fourteen nen beasts, though he rarely used all fourteen in battle.

Controlling nen beasts was not just about numbers. The more he summoned, the greater the mental and aura expenditure.

If he were facing much weaker opponents, using the 14 Devils for overwhelming power wouldn't be an issue.

But Germain was clearly not a weak opponent.

Eight figures instantly appeared around Razor. Each "demon" wore a knitted cap with jingling bells and was dressed in a white shirt marked with a unique number, labeled from 0 to 7.

Razor began to step back, and as he moved, the eight "demons" sprang into action.

Five of the "demons" formed a circle, while the remaining three rushed towards Germain.

Germain carefully drew his Cleaver and Firearm, firing the Firearm first to strike the approaching demon head-on.

Bang—

The demon shattered into fragments, scattering like debris.

The other two demons took the chance to flank Germain from both sides and launched their attacks simultaneously—one with a punch and the other with a kick.

Germain swung the Meat-Saw Cleaver, which made a crunching sound as it shifted form, slicing horizontally in one fluid motion. In an instant, he cut the two demons into four pieces.

After taking down the three decoy demons, he turned his gaze to Razor and the remaining demons. 

The five "demons" stood in a circle, each raising both hands to lift a "Aura Ball" they had combined their power to create. It looked like a small sun.

This sphere was much larger than the "Aura Ball" Razor used to attack Gon in the original timeline.

Razor, having gained enough distance for a running start, began his sprint!

The five "demons" worked together, lifting the "Aura Ball" high and launching it into the air.

At that moment, Razor leaped up with tremendous force, as if he had broken free from gravity, positioning himself beneath the "Aura Ball."

With a loud shout, he swung his strong right arm and struck the "Aura Ball," sending it hurtling toward Germain!

A sharp, teeth-gritting noise echoed!

As the "Aura Ball" sped toward Germain, it suddenly jerked and twitched unpredictably, like the erratic flight path of a missile. Combined with its terrifying speed and destructive power...

There was no doubt that this "Aura Ball" was a lethal weapon.

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