Chapter 607 Razor: ?

As a professional Sea Hunter, having his own vessel was a given.

Morel's ship was a medium-sized ocean-going vessel, its hull painted a standard white.

Generally speaking, a sea vessel of this size must be equipped with at least twenty specialized crew members.

However, after Moses boarded the ship, he found that besides Morel, there were only two young men on board...

"Let me introduce you. These are my two apprentices, Knuckle and Shoot."

Morel had a hearty smile on his face, and the tone he used when introducing his two disciples made it easy to see how much he valued them.

Knuckle and Shoot quickly stepped up to greet them. They did not treat Moses and Biscuit with disrespect due to their age. On the contrary, their attitude was clearly respectful.

They had also watched the live broadcast of the battle at the Heavens Arena and had a solid grasp of Moses and Biscuit's strength.

In terms of actual combat capability, it can be said that the two of them couldn't even come close.

"Hello, I'm Moses. This is Biscuit."

Moses said politely, shaking their hands as he glanced over the pair.

Knuckle's look was nearly identical to how he appeared in the original work, with a very conspicuous pompadour hairstyle and wearing a white overcoat favored by delinquent youths.

As for Shoot, he is also not much different from him in the original work.

This man, who had a deep-seated timidity, seemed particularly fond of purple. His long purple hair was tied into a side ponytail, and he wore a form-fitting purple robe.

Although they had agreed to set out the next day, since both parties have arrived at the meeting point, they decided to depart ahead of schedule.

The Purple Smoke, the name of Morel's ocean vessel, slowly pulled away from the port. Per Moses's request, it sailed strictly eastward until they encountered an island.

Once the ship had set sail, Moses finally understood why there were only three people manning a vessel of this size...

It turns out that Morel directly used his Deep Purple to replace the crews and the ship itself was also powered by a 'smoke-driven' energy system.

Obviously, this is a ship tailor-made for Morel, showing how Nen Ability is integrated into the professional work field.

What did it mean to be a pro?

This was exactly it.

Watching the busy Deep Purple soldiers, Moses felt a touch of admiration.

He found himself thinking, 'If Morel set up a factory, these smoke soldiers would be the ultimate zero-cost, tireless workforce.'

…

"In every deep-sea departure, you've gotta register with the International Permit Agency. If you set sail without registering, you'll be considered violating the law."

In the captain's cabin, Morel introduced some basics of maritime protocol to Moses.

Listening to Morel's introduction, a strange look flashed across Moses's eyes.

He knew that the job of the International Permit Agency was to prevent anyone from going to the Dark Continent, but he had never expected the level of control to be so strict.

Registration is actually just a surface-level formality. The real 'monitoring' involved requiring every registered vessel to be equipped with a tracking device, allowing authorities to oversee all maritime routes worldwide.

Morel noticed Moses's reaction and said with a smile: "Looks like you've heard of the International Permit Agency."

"Yeah."

Moses nodded and said, "I had a brief contact with them and I also have heard a bit about how they operate."

"Haha."

Morel let out a laugh and remarked candidly: "Although the International Permit Agency can be pretty heartless in a lot of ways, the weather intel they provide is genuinely useful."

Moses gave a noncommittal hum in response.

The Purple Smoke sailed smoothly.

…

Three days later, in the evening.

Moses stood on the deck, facing the sea breeze, his gaze fixed on the distant outline of an island emerging on the horizon.

Biscuit came to his side, staring at the island that was becoming clearer under the orange afterglow, and asked curiously: "Is that Greed Island?"

"We can only be sure after we land on there."

Moses replied with a smile, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the island's silhouette.

With the intel they had, it is not difficult to find the location of Greed Island. The real difficulty lies in how to smuggle onto the island.

Because the game administrators' warning network covers every corner of the island, direct contact is inevitable.

Soon, the Purple Smoke anchored in the offshore area.

Immediately afterwards, a small lifeboat was thrown into the sea.

Moses jumped onto the lifeboat first, followed by Biscuit.

On the side of the ship.

Morel looked down at Moses and Biscuit, who were sitting in the lifeboat and said,

"As agreed, we'll be on standby in the area for a week. If anything happens, make sure to contact us promptly."

"Got it. Thanks for the help."

Moses replied with a wave before tossing the oar to Biscuit.

Biscuit took the oar and dipped it into the water, steadily rowing the lifeboat toward the island ahead.

By now, the last trace of the sunset had vanished, and night descended.

A flame-like Aura flickered around Moses's index finger as he began inscribing a Divine Script at his feet.

"Don't get too close."

Moses reminded Biscuit while inscribing the Divine Script.

"Okay."

Biscuit responded.

In fact, she doesn't need to do much. Due to the turbulent tides around Greed Island, it is difficult for this small lifeboat to approach the coastline by just rowing. After all, the currents constantly pushed the small boat back.

However, for Nen Users, overcoming this obstacle wasn't exactly hard.

"Okay, it's all done."

After writing the Divine Script, Moses retracted his Nen and immediately looked at the beach under the night sky.

In order to breach the island's defenses, he made several preparations in succession, and now, it was time to test them.

"First up..."

Moses controlled his shadow to condense into a sphere on his palm, and then, under Biscuit's gaze, he threw the shadow sphere directly onto the beach.

Whoosh!

The shadow sphere flew over the sea and landed steadily on the beach. Then, the shadow sphere turned into the appearance of 3D Hisoka at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Rustle-

3D Hisoka swaggered across the beach and headed towards the treeline in the distance.

Naturally, the moment it set foot on the island, the Game Master inside the control room detected it.

"There's an intruder..."

A calm-faced woman relayed the report to Razor, the one tasked with dealing with infiltrators.

…

On the beach.

3D Hisoka had only walked about twenty meters when a figure walked out from the woods.

Moses controlled 3D Hisoka to stop and looked at the figure through the shared vision.

The man was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and black sports shorts. He had a spiky upward hairstyle, thin eyebrows, and his eyes were narrowed into slits. A powerful Aura enveloped his body.

This person is Razor, one of the creators of Greed Island.

"It's been a while since I've encountered an uninvited 'guest'. You're not a drifter, are you?"

Razor stepped slowly onto the beach and looked at Xiso Benso who was standing still.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, Razor didn't care and pulled out a card labeled 'Eliminate'.

"Not gonna answer? No need for pleasantries, then. Sorry, but you'll have to leave now."

As he said that, without waiting for 3D Hisoka to react, Razor held up the card and said calmly, "Eliminate, On."

As soon as his words fell, the card suddenly dissolved into a flash of golden light.

At the same time, a white circle of Aura appeared out of nowhere and enveloped 3D Hisoka.

Ordinarily, once the circle shattered, the resulting golden light would forcibly teleport the intruder away.

But at the same time when the white circle of Aura shattered into a golden light, 3D Hisoka suddenly turned into a 2D shadow and flattened onto the ground.

Deprived of a target, the golden light lingered briefly in midair before slowly dissipating.

Eliminate: Failed.

"?"

Razor's eyes, which were narrowed into a slit, slowly opened, revealing a look of surprise.

Under his gaze, the shadow on the ground shifted, reforming into 3D Hisoka once more.

"…"

Razor fell silent.