Chapter 147

Then~

Zeno saw the shadow, which had been holding its own against him, suddenly collapse to the ground, as if it had tripped spectacularly.

In that moment, Zeno immediately understood the little thing's purpose and function.

He and Silva quickly capitalized on this revelation. Using their aura, they managed to maneuver Morin's shadow into being their shield, successfully blocking three incoming shots.

However, the shadow, which should have disappeared after thirty minutes, vanished prematurely due to the impact of its fall.

Zeno and Silva seized the opportunity and promptly pinned the "Master of Falling" beneath their feet.

"Would you call this a case of shooting themselves in the foot?" Silva asked.

"-7-"

Zeno turned his gaze toward the approaching Ultimate Falling Expert Z, who was walking slowly toward them.

Straightening his posture, Zeno spoke, "This isn't just about shoKastro us the toy's function."

"It's about proving to us: even if we know what it does, we can't avoid it."

Zeno chuckled, a rare spark of fighting spirit igniting in his heart.

This young man named Morin was using this small contraption to systematically dismantle the legend of the Zoldyck family.

"What an intriguing young man!"

Morin had declared his intentions to Zeno and Silva when he first arrived.

As the Zoldyck family legend went, anyone facing their assassination attempts had only two outcomes: either they fought valiantly, only to realize the insurmountable gap in power before dying in despair, or they fled, forever haunted by the encounter.

Now~

First, Morin deployed an ordinary Falling Expert to demonstrate its basic functionality.

Then, he unveiled a brand-new version they had never seen before.

This was his answer to the Zoldyck legend.

"Even if you know its function, you still won't be able to stop it. You'll be defeated by this toy."

Zeno looked at Morin's silent smile.

"That's what you're thinking, isn't it, young man?"

"Do you really think we'd fall to a mere toy? How naïve can you be?"

"Why don't you give it a try, old man?"

With that, Morin casually tilted his head, warming up as Zeno and Silva observed him intently.

"Maybe by the time I finish warming up, you won't even need me to step in anymore."

"What an arrogant brat," Zeno scoffed.

"You really have this much confidence in the things you've brought out?"

A knowing smile crossed his face.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a Conjurer. Your ability allows you to create strange objects with specific functions."

Zeno's eyes locked onto Morin's.

"Creating an ability like this—does it mean you lack faith in your own strength? Or is it just your personality to rely on external tools?"

"Don't waste your breath trying to psychoanalyze me," Morin replied nonchalantly. "You should focus on keeping that old body of yours intact."

"I'm looking forward to seeing if you can escape their grasp so we can have a proper fight."

Cunning brat.

Realizing his words had no effect, Zeno said no more and turned his attention to the two peculiar, deep-purple toy figures before him.

Silva's gaze was already locked on them, his eyes radiating murderous intent, ready to tear the two tiny contraptions apart at a moment's notice.

Sensing Silva's dangerous aura, the two Ultimate Falling Expert Z units halted.

It seemed they understood the formidable nature of their opponents.

After a brief moment of contemplation, they set aside their air cannons.

Instead, they reached behind themselves—where exactly was unclear—and pulled out an entirely new weapon.

This new weapon was a massive gatling gun, combining the firepower of a Hotline Cannon and a King's Spear.

Mounted on either side of the gun were six-shot homing missile launchers, with two massive super missiles hanging underneath.

The gun's dark barrel was as large as the Invincible Cannon, and it even had a laser sight mounted on top.

Satisfied with their upgraded arsenal, the two Ultimate Falling Expert Z units nodded to each other.

Then, they took aim at Silva and Zeno.

Silva: …

Zeno:

Machi: "…???"

Kastro: "…!!"

Morin: "M…?!"

Silva's wildly flying silver hair began to settle back down.

The smile on Zeno's face disappeared.

Even Morin fell silent, walking over to the wide-eyed Kastro and Machi, who was absently running her fingers through her hair. He was ready to use his teleportation ability at any moment to get the two of them out of there.

He had a sinking feeling that he might have unleashed something truly catastrophic.

Morin suddenly recalled how even Doraemon—a mere household robot—possessed a bomb capable of destroying the Earth.

So, as a professional killing machine, what kind of arsenal would the Ultimate Falling Expert Z have at its disposal?

The mere thought sent a shiver down Morin's spine.

"...This won't go out of control, will it?"

What if the Ultimate Falling Expert Z couldn't handle Zeno and Silva? What if it actually caused a catastrophic event?

"Perhaps accepting this job was a mistake…"

As Zeno faced off against the Ultimate Falling Expert Z, a moment of doubt flashed through his mind.

And in the next instant, his vision was consumed by the fiery tongues of destruction.

Amidst the chaos, faint streaks of white homing missiles could be glimpsed darting through the inferno.

By rights, Nen users should be capable of defending themselves against conventional firearms using their aura.

Even Uvogin could catch a rocket launcher with one hand and take rifle shots to the forehead without flinching.

But there was a crucial caveat: the weapons in question couldn't be excessively destructive.

Even Meruem—the single strongest Nen user in the world—couldn't withstand the Poor Man's Rose explosion and its aftermath, nearly reduced to a lifeless husk. If not for the sacrifices of his loyal guards, Shaiapouf and Youpi, the King would have perished outright in the blast.

This proves that Nen isn't an absolute defense against firepower.

And the Ultimate Falling Expert Z wasn't wielding ordinary weapons. Its Ultimate Gatling Gun included the destructive power of the King's Spear, which could effortlessly obliterate tanks, and the Hotline Cannon, capable of evaporating entire skyscrapers in an instant.

These weren't weapons an average Nen user could hope to withstand.

What's more, the Ultimate Gatling Gun seemed to include additional mysterious components that made its power impossible to measure by normal standards.

While Doraemon's arsenal might have cheap toys from some bargain market, the Ultimate Falling Expert Z's weapons were the real deal.

Though Morin wasn't entirely sure where they came from or how they were acquired, that was their inherent design, and he could only follow the script he'd set for them.

Unexpectedly, it seemed that after unleashing the Ultimate Falling Expert Z, the battle might end before he even had a chance to join in.

Under the relentless onslaught, Zeno and Silva struggled to break through the encirclement of the Ultimate Falling Expert Z.

Zeno's Dragon Head Strike allowed them to maneuver and evade with precision, but it wasn't enough.

The two used every advanced Nen technique at their disposal, performing feats of combat that would dazzle any spectator.

But it was futile. Against technology over a century ahead of its time, even the Zoldycks couldn't escape unscathed.

Missiles tracked them relentlessly, and the Hotline Cannon delivered searing attacks that left their mark.

Still, as members of the legendary Zoldyck family, their resilience proved exceptional.

In the end, they emerged victorious, having narrowly survived the encounter.

"This… is finally over."

After a grueling battle and countless close calls, Zeno and Silva managed to engage the Ultimate Falling Expert Z in close combat, tearing its head off with their bare hands.

Both men heaved deep sighs of relief.

They had achieved what even Doraemon couldn't—though the price they paid was steep.

Silva's signature silver hair was completely scorched, leaving behind only patches of charred stubble. His appearance resembled an incomplete monk, with stray tufts of burnt hair scattered across his head.

If he went fully bald, he might even resemble a Buddhist temple guardian.

Zeno fared only slightly better. While most of his hair remained intact, his beloved mustache was completely gone, and one of his eyebrows had been burnt off.

His once-immaculate robes were tattered and burnt to shreds.

The bold slogans emblazoned across his chest—"One Kill Per Day" and "Active Duty for Life"—had been entirely obliterated.

Their aura reserves were visibly depleted, their Nen diminished. Both bore visible injuries, with scorched skin and raw wounds on their bodies.

After all, those advanced weapons were no joke. Defending against them with aura alone had drained their strength immensely.

"Well, that's that."

Morin reappeared with Kastro and Machi, using his teleportation ability to return to the battlefield.

He glanced around at what was once a serene beachfront, now reduced to a smoldering wasteland. Even the once-shady forest path leading to the area had been reduced to charred earth.

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