Chapter 107

Chrollo began contacting Shalnark.

Meanwhile, Phinks and Feitan's occasional bickering and laughter could be heard nearby:

"Hahaha! So much gold—looks like we can pay off our debts and still have enough for a few extra rounds of mahjong!"

"Do you have a bag to carry this stuff?"

"Nope. Carrying a bag around gets in the way during action, doesn't it?"

"Well, I brought one."

Under Phinks' astonished gaze, Feitan reached into his collar and pulled out a strip of fabric. He shook it in the air, and in an instant, it expanded into a large bag.

Phinks: "…You tied a bag around your neck and used it as a tie?!"

"What else?" Feitan shot him a sidelong glance. "Don't bother asking to borrow it. I'm using it to carry as much gold as I can."

"Who needs your stupid bag?!"

Rejected without mercy, Phinks fumed, "I can find my own way to carry this gold!"

Looking around, Phinks eventually pulled out a long piece of cloth from who-knows-where.

"This should work for holding gold, right?"

He gave it a tug, and the long cloth tore easily, splitting into two pieces, making it easier to wrap more gold.

"That's a rare, ancient mural from the Mecharobia Kingdom."

Having finished his call with Shalnark, Chrollo approached, recognizing the mural.

"In terms of rarity and value, this is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece, worth at least half of all the gold in this room."

"So what? It still can't hold as much gold as I need," Phinks said nonchalantly, continuing to use the mural in a crude and almost blasphemous manner to bundle the gold.

"As long as it's enough to pay off debts and play mahjong, it's fine."

To Phinks, a world-famous mural was worth far less than gold.

On Meteor City, this mural might not even exchange for two bowls of black rice. For him, tangible benefits were the only benefits. Abstract value was meaningless.

"Lucky you," Phinks muttered after collecting a pile of gold, casting an envious glance at Feitan's fully loaded bag. Perhaps recalling Feitan's stinginess earlier, he couldn't resist a jab.

"Being so petite really has its perks, huh? You can tie a bag around your neck without it affecting your movements…"

Before he could finish, a sharp glint of cold steel slashed toward him, followed by Feitan's menacing, murderous glare.

Feitan, after all, couldn't stand comments about his height.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Phinks yelped as he dodged, and Nobunaga strolled in, empty-handed.

Unlike the others, Nobunaga wasn't interested in gold. He figured he'd earned enough at Heaven's Arena and didn't need more. To him, carrying gold only slowed down his draw speed. If he wanted anything, he could simply steal it later.

In this, he shared a similar mindset with Uvogin.

Outside, the sound of gunfire and Uvogin's booming laughter grew louder.

"Let's go."

Chrollo spoke up again, instantly silencing Feitan and Phinks.

"We can't leave Uvogin to face them alone."

With his hands casually in his pockets, Chrollo headed outside, the others following close behind.

Feitan sheathed his weapon, preparing to strike again. Nobunaga's thumb rested against his sword hilt, and Phinks rotated his shoulder with a grin.

Whoosh!

The four of them surged with Nen energy.

"Damn it! What is that guy made of? Steel?!"

Far from the battlefield, the chubby officer, the one who had sworn loyalty to the old prince, cursed after hearing his subordinates' report.

"Even steel would've been obliterated after taking this many bullets! What kind of monster is this?!"

He gritted his teeth, a pang of regret hitting him as he thought of the promises he'd made to the old prince.

This was too reckless! Too reckless!

"Deploy more troops! And bring in the tanks and rocket launchers!" he barked, spittle flying everywhere.

"I don't believe that with this many men and weapons, we can't take down a single guy!"

Wiping sweat from his forehead, he suddenly noticed an eerie silence around him.

"Hm? What's going on—"

Before he could finish, it was already too late.

A hand clamped down lightly on his shoulder, then twisted with immense force.

"Arghhhhhhh!!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered echoed through the air.

Crack! Crack!

The sound of breaking bones followed as all four of his limbs were shattered.

"If you make another sound, you'll regret it," came a calm voice beside him, silencing him instantly.

Sweating profusely, he looked over and saw a composed young man, no older than seventeen or eighteen, gazing at him indifferently.

In that moment, the officer had a terrifying premonition: This is the end for me…

As chaos unfolded outside, deep within the Mossibian palace, in the Queen's chambers…

The Queen, long rumored to be a frail woman in her nineties, appeared in an entirely different light.

"So beautiful!"

Chogelama, a high-ranking V5 official in his seventies and of similar age to the old prince, gazed at her exquisite, flawless beauty with unbridled fascination.

It was as if he were looking at the most priceless treasure in the world, murmuring to himself in awe.

"After all these years, you're still not tired of looking?"

The Queen smiled gently, clearly pleased with his admiration. Her captivating gaze and enchanting laughter were like sunlight melting away the frost of winter.

Her beauty was so radiant and pure that it could thaw even the iciest snow.

"Never. No matter how many times I look, it's never enough."

Chogelama shook his head quickly, his reply bursting forth without a second thought.

He had clearly long since become utterly captivated by the Queen, a devoted admirer under her sway.

"Hehehe…"

The Queen covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her laughter highlighting a different angle of her beauty.

She was delighted and proud to display her flawless looks openly, without any hesitation.

However, if someone with Nen abilities were to use Gyo to enhance their vision, they would notice that her picture-perfect face was covered by an aura of Nen.

Tracing this Nen aura back to its source would reveal that it emanated from the crown atop her head.

The first thing anyone would notice upon seeing the crown was its breathtaking beauty.

What made it beautiful?

Why was it so mesmerizing?

No one could pinpoint the reasons, yet there was an undeniable consensus: this crown was one of the most stunning objects in the world.

The crown's allure came from its incorporation of nearly all of the world's seven great beauties.

The base of the crown was sculpted from liquid ore, one of the seven great beauties.

Its intricate patterns were formed with water crystal glass, while its apex was adorned with a prismatic egg, radiating a kaleidoscope of colors.

Tiny embellishments of crystal featherbone sparkled like stars in the night sky.

Even the crown's creation had involved the use of white fire—a flame that produced a dazzling white light—to carve its intricate details.

In this way, the crown incorporated five of the seven great beauties, making it an unparalleled masterpiece and an irreplaceable treasure.

This crown had been passed down through the royal family of Mossibia for generations, a symbol of their heritage and legacy.

Now, the Nen emanating from the crown hinted at something beyond its visible splendor.

Not only was it the most exquisite crown in existence, but it also granted its wearer unmatched, flawless beauty.

"It can restore one's appearance to the prime of youth, and even refine it further. Surely, this is every woman's dream come true," Chogelama remarked wistfully.

"Indeed," the Queen sighed, suddenly adopting a mournful expression as she looked at him with eyes full of pity.

"But maintaining this appearance comes at a great cost—it drains an enormous amount of energy and might even claim my life if I'm not careful."

She gazed at Chogelama with a helpless, sorrowful look, one that could pierce through any defenses.

Caught in her captivating presence, Chogelama felt his heartbeat falter for a moment before he quickly gave in.

"I understand!"

He gritted his teeth and nodded resolutely.

"I will send more Nen users to you!"

"V5 has no shortage of troublesome prisoners under lock and key. And in the Hunter Association's Trick Tower, there are plenty of unruly individuals as well."

"Extracting a few from them shouldn't be a problem!"

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