Chapitre 100: 100: Did You Actually Scare Yourself to Death?
It was a burly man, dressed in rugged animal skin pants and a vest he had grabbed from a mall.
The dense muscle on his body looked like it could explode at any moment, and his wild, long silver hair was unforgettable.
Then, the most shocking moment occurred.
That man punched through multiple floors in a single blow, causing a massive uproar!
At that time, Majtani had no intention of fighting and retreated in a panic, hearing snippets of conversation amidst the dust and smoke.
Phrases like "super-destructive punches" and "damn it, again?"—the voices sounded like complaints.
In his peripheral vision, Majtani spotted a spider-like tattoo on the back of the man's torn vest.
His heart skipped a beat.
It was later, watching the news, that he learned the man causing chaos in the mall was none other than a member of the notorious Phantom Troupe.
Hearing the name, Majtani became obsessed.
First, he sold off his dynamite and had a spider tattoo inked on his back.
The biggest distinguishing mark of the Phantom Troupe was the spider tattoo.
Though he lacked the strength and agility of that man, it was enough to fool people who had never seen a real Troupe member.
Under the Phantom Troupe's infamous name, Majtani began running scams.
He even gave himself the moniker Destruction King, inspired by that man.
The reputation of the Troupe helped him pull off a few con jobs.
To sell the illusion further, he implanted a steel plate into his right hand, trying to mimic the strength behind the "Big Bang Impact."
(T/N: Big Bang Impact is the Uvogin's most powerful attack. He focuses all his aura into his fist (Ko) and then uses Enhancement Nen to strengthen his Ko, which he then punches his target.)
While he could never match the original, it was enough to scare the unworldly types.
Thus, his cons became more convincing, and his fortune grew.
But you can't avoid the consequences forever. Eventually, he was arrested and imprisoned.
Then, fatefully, he encountered the real Phantom Troupe members.
The spider tattoo on the young man in front of him was identical to the one on the back of that strong man, and Majtani instantly knew who he was dealing with.
A genuine Troupe member—possibly even stronger than the one he had copied!
The realization hit Majtani like a death sentence.
His throat tightened, leaving him speechless.
Cold sweat broke out over his body, freezing him in place.
"Alright, I've seen enough. Got anything else to say?"
Ronnel asked, tossing on a black trench coat he pulled from his space backpack and walking leisurely toward Majtani.
"I... ho... ho..."
Majtani could only wheeze in terror as Ronnel's steps grew closer.
His breath became labored, and he struggled for air.
Finally, the last sound he made was a barely audible squeak.
"Hi~"
Thud—Majtani collapsed to the ground, eyes rolled back, frothing at the mouth.
"Did you really just scare yourself to death?"
Ronnel was speechless as he sensed Majtani's vitals through his Nen.
A guy this spineless had been scamming people?
Ronnel didn't hold contempt for Majtani —he saved that for the people who fell for his tricks.
How dim-witted do you have to be to fall for a scam like this?
"This one's done for. By the rules, that means we've won," Ronnel remarked casually, picking up a Deception: Intermediate skill book from Majtani's belongings before tossing it into his backpack without a second glance.
Then, he picked up a handful of small stones, his gaze shifting to the prisoners on the cliff: Sedokan, Leroute, and the others.
They seemed to sense what Ronnel was about to do. Panic was written all over their faces.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three stones whizzed through the air, each one finding its mark.
Despair filled Leroute and the others' eyes, but it quickly turned to relief.
After being imprisoned in this tower for over a century, death was no different from freedom.
They were masters who had once fought to survive, but with sentences reduced by Hunter Exam participation, they had clung to the slimmest hope.
Yet after nearly 200 years in this prison, no matter how much their sentences were reduced, escape was still impossible.
They may have deluded themselves, hoping that over time, the sentences would disappear.
But with Lieber's sadistic game design, that was never an option. He thrived on watching people's hopes crumble into despair.
Letting prisoners escape wasn't part of his twisted plan.
Perhaps the prisoners knew that, deep down. But they had buried their heads in the sand like ostriches, refusing to face reality.
With Ronnel's stone, their illusions were shattered.
"Ronnel, you really wiped them all out… just like that."
Leorio swallowed nervously, visibly unsettled by the carnage.
"They were criminals who had it coming. It's no big deal." Killua leaned back, looking entirely unfazed.
"Yeah…"
Leorio knew Killua was right. He wasn't one to feel sympathy for the wicked.
In the past, when Killua had torn out Bendot's heart, Leorio had merely complimented his skill, surprised by Killua's strength.
Killua was right again—those people deserved to die.
Ronnel's actions were justified, but given the current situation, it felt heavier than usual.
Leorio couldn't help overthinking it.
That was just human nature.
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