Chapter 166 - Inner Devil Of Ging

Ging stood on the peak of a tall mountain, his gaze fixed on the vast expanse of the sea stretching out before him. The wind whistled around him, ruffling his hair and clothes as he surveyed the horizon, lost in thought.

As he stood there, his mind drifted back to the historical inscriptions he had recently discovered on the island. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were somehow connected to nen, and he couldn't wait to explore their meaning.

"These inscriptions are no ordinary writing," he murmured to himself. "The person who made them must have had an extensive knowledge of nen. It's as if they were trying to convey something through their words."

Ging knew that he had to uncover the secrets of these engravings, but he also knew that it would take time and dedication. He was willing to put in the effort, though, for he was fascinated by the potential of what they could reveal.

As he continued to stare out at the sea, Ging made a vow to himself to unlock the mysteries of the inscriptions and to deepen his knowledge of nen. He would not rest until he had uncovered the truth.

Ging picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, his friend picked up.

"Hey, it's Ging. How's it going?"

"Hey, Ging. Everything's good. What can I do for you?" his friend asked.

"I need some information. I heard about some historical engravings found on an island. Do you know anything about them?" Ging inquired.

"Ah, yes. Those engravings have been the talk of the archaeological community for some time now. They depict some ancient symbols and text that we have never seen before," his friend replied.

Ging's interest was piqued. "Do you think they might be related to Nen?"

"It's a possibility. The symbols look like they could be some sort of energy transference or manipulation technique," his friend said.

Ging nodded, taking note of the information. "Thanks for the heads up. I'll look into it further."

"Sure thing, Ging. Let me know if you need anything else," his friend offered.

Ging hung up the phone, deep in thought. If those engravings were indeed related to Nen, it could change everything he knew about the mysterious power.

His thoughts drifted away from the historical engravings and towards his son Gon. He wondered what Gon was doing in Greed Island, and if he had managed to find any clues about himself

As he gazed out at the horizon, Ging's mind began to wander even further. He thought about the dangers that lay ahead in the dark continent and the challenges that awaited him there. He knew that he needed to be fully prepared for what lay ahead, both mentally and physically.

But for now, he was content to simply stand there and take in the beauty of the world around him. The gentle breeze played with his hair, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks below was soothing to his ears.

Lost in thought, Ging murmured to himself, "Gon in the Greed Island now, I wonder what he would do when he met with Razor." He knew that his son was strong and resourceful, but the thought of him facing Razor, one of the game's toughest opponents, filled him with a mixture of pride and worry.

Ging took a deep breath and shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions. He knew that he needed to focus on his own training and preparations for the journey ahead. With that in mind, he turned his back on the sea and began to make his way down the mountain.