"Hello."
"Hello."
The figure, from height to appearance, including the mobile phone in his hand, was no different from what Roy knew and had seen of a [human]... except for some differences in clothing style, necklace, and accessories due to regional and aesthetic differences, he was entirely... a normal human.
In the beast territory, encountering a normal human, Roy saw the man smilingly reaching out his hand, so he extended his own, and meanwhile manifested a shallow strike, stabbing a knife towards the man's chest.
"Bang!" A bullet suddenly shot over, accurately hitting the knife blade, slightly deflecting the shallow strike, scraping the man's shoulder and slicing off a piece of flesh... The man frowned and took the opportunity to distance himself from Roy.
"Why did you stab me?"
"Because..." Roy twirled his knife, crafting a blade flourish, calmly looking at the rotund middle-aged man in front of him, and said, "I can't accept being sold like a pig and counting the money for someone else."
The [En] that can capture others' thoughts expanded like a large bowl overturned on the ground, "listening" to everything in nearly a two-hundred-meter radius.... Upon first contact with the middle-aged man, Roy detected from the depths of his heart an unmasked malice... a malice treating him as prey and not a "fellow man"!
"I don't understand what you mean." Frank Becky lit a cigarette and, with his right hand, pried open his chest to reveal a mini fortress: "Guys, get to work!"
"Hey! We encountered a blasphemer... Boss, we're going to profit this time!"
"Too... bright... what has this guy done... why is the back of his hand so bright?"
"Idiot, that's not brightness, it's a mark! Such a formidable mark... I've been in the city all these years, and I've never seen someone more formidable than him!"
"What was the name of the traitor that the Archbishop called out and listed as wanted last time... let me think... Garcia... yes, that Riberi Garcia wasn't as bright as him...."
"Whoosh~" The fortress's small door opened, and out poured a group of little people... These little people, upon exiting the fortress, grew larger with the wind, quickly expanding to normal adult size, holding various weapons, both hot and cold, glaring at Roy with fiery eyes, each one... a Nen user!
[Fortress]: A mini fortress that can store everything (including oneself) within the chest, objects entering the fortress shrink entirely, and conversely, exit the fortress to rapidly restore to their original state... this is precisely middle-aged Frank Becky's Nen ability!
The "curse" on the back of the hand was counting down his life by the second... Without the jabbering of the people before him, Roy relied solely on [En] to hear each of their innermost thoughts, and his heart sank to the depths.
One thing was certain: the continent beneath his feet was indeed the real Dark Continent... secondly, being watched by a [god], he was like a streetlamp in the dark, immediately recognizable by anyone encountering him as a "blasphemer," and moreover...
What Roy did not expect was that Frank Becky wasn't wrong... the people before him were, like him, descendants of [god's abandoned people] or "blasphemers," effectively making them "fellow men."
The difference is that he came from a place of exile, while these people... living in the Ushumaru Forest for years, dodging god's "tentacles" in the same way, were also effectively exiled, just not as far as the Island in the Lake...
Roy sensed the truth of the matter from the heart of one hooded Nen user——
This "4K Party," founded under Frank Becky's leadership, was hunting "abandoned people" everywhere, using them as a tribute, presenting them to the [Storm Church], seeking to erase the "mark" and restore the title of "believer," essentially... as Frank Becky put it——returning to the embrace of [God]!
"Why should we pay for the sins of our ancestors, sir... I want to go back, we want to go back!"
In his mind, there was a vague image of Frank Becky, kneeling at the foot of an elder clad in a rusted thunder-emblem cloak, kissing the tip of his shoes... Roy raised his hand and delivered a flying slash, killing a burly man who was rushing at him, and suddenly thought of a saying... pitiable people often have something contemptible about them!
The boy slashed off the burly man's head with one move, stepped on his headless corpse, and with mockery in his tone, looked at Frank Becky: "Does the Archbishop's foot stink taste good?"
Frank Becky bit his cigarette in half, watched Roy coldly, and reminded his men, "Empty your minds, no random thoughts, this guy can read minds!"
Without some skills, one truly couldn't gather a team. What do young people know... when doing great things, life is cherished, for small gains, life is risked, licking feet, come, he Frank would eat shit if it meant erasing the "mark," restoring the title of "believer," obtaining the status of a "citizen" in [Samir Principality], escaping this Ushumaru Forest that "refreshes" every year, everything would be worth it!
"The little rascal is quite cunning!"
After the reckless death of the burly man, Frank Becky's reminder followed... the hooded Nelson quickly pointed out two people: "Katy, Tore, constrain."
"Muto, Garcia at a distance..."
"Olivia, rear support to aid any injured..."
"The others, all of you..." Nelson pressed down on his hood, swiftly drawing a soft sword from his waist, and with a fancy step, charged towards Roy, saying, "Follow me!"
"Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." One Nen bullet after another followed closely, shooting at Roy,
The soft sword broke through the air, emanating a cold glint... a giant axe swung down, bringing with it a whistling wind... distant, close combat attacks, instantaneously charged at Roy unbeknownst... a shadow chain, like a nimble snake, slithered along the ground, locking onto Roy's shadow, in unison with two illusory "telekinetic hands" suddenly appearing behind him, clamping his throat...
Roy, holding the knife and appearing oblivious, amidst the knife and axe shadows, the gunfire, watched Frank Becky leisurely toying with a "Nen Device" handgun in his hand, engraved with the "Divine Characters"— "Infinite," symbolizing "infinite firing"....
The shallow strike in his hand turned red, ignited, and with a "pu-foo," burst into surging flames, slashing horizontally——
[Ken: Residual Fire Tachi!]
In an instant——
A thin flame line cut across...
Apart from Frank Becky, everyone else—like practice—was soundless in an instant, bodies clearly still moving, yet somehow their heads flew up, just like the burly man Roy had just decapitated...
Including Nelson, the hooded figure, all heads spurted fresh blood, feeling the world spinning, they suddenly realized, their heads had been relocated, decapitated by the boy with a single sword!
Their vision went black, dropping like dumplings, "plop... plop..." to the ground....
[Note: Life Energy +4+6+8+7+10....]