Chapter 155

These five individuals, from every angle, seem the most likely candidates.

Of course, the main reason Morin decided to go to the Hunter Association wasn't just for curiosity.

He also wanted to meet the strongest person in this world, Chairman Netero.

Since arriving in this world, Morin hadn't yet had the chance to meet this legendary Hunter.

This would be their first encounter.

"Alright, it's settled then," Ging said, satisfied with Morin's response.

"We'll head there together when the time comes."

With that, Ging hurried off.

There were follow-up matters to handle regarding the Ruruka ruins, and his apprentice, Kite, also needed attention.

Most importantly, he hadn't checked on his son, Gon, in a while.

As a mentor and a father, Ging's daily life was packed with responsibilities.

After retrieving the Arbitrary Cannon from Razor and bidding farewell to everyone on Greed Island, Morin quietly prepared for the Twelve Zodiac selection one week later.

A week passed in the blink of an eye, and the day of the selection arrived.

t the Hunter Association

The Hunter Association, established in the Sixth Continent's calendar year 1713, had held its first Hunter exam over 200 years ago.

The association mainly undertook jobs from governments and corporations, assigning them to affiliated Hunters.

Regardless of success, the association guaranteed Hunters a payment proportional to the task's risk and difficulty.

This system attracted some Hunters to specialize in these tasks, earning them the nickname "Association Specialists."

When a job attracted a surge of applicants, the association's review committee would carefully assess candidates' skills and personalities to determine suitability.

In short, the Hunter Association functioned like a guild, issuing and accepting missions.

It also provided its members with Hunter licenses, granting numerous privileges and perks.

Additionally, the association offered specialized training in extraordinary abilities, making it an attractive option for skilled individuals.

Because of these benefits, becoming a Hunter was extraordinarily difficult, with rigorous exams ensuring that association members were among the best of the best.

When Ging and Morin used the Spatial Converter to arrive at the Hunter Association headquarters, the area was already bustling with people.

"Your tools are so convenient," Ging remarked as he glanced at the mismatched patch of ground beneath them, a remnant of Greed Island's environment.

With Morin around, Ging felt as if all his problems could be effortlessly solved.

No matter the situation, Morin always had a tool or a solution to handle it.

"Let's go," Morin said with a smile, glancing at the Hunter Association's emblem before stepping forward.

The two entered the building, one after the other.

Inside, the towering structure bustled with staff coming and going.

Hunters with all kinds of peculiar outfits could be seen throughout the building.

Most Hunters avoided unnecessary contact, wary of nen abilities that might activate upon physical touch.

However, the moment Ging entered, the Hunters who recognized him froze for a moment before surging toward him.

"Looks like I've gained some fame recently," Ging said, rubbing his chin smugly.

Thanks to his achievements at the Ruruka ruins, Ging was currently at the height of his renown.

"Judging by their expressions, I don't think they're coming over to admire you," Morin pointed out.

"Huh?" Ging blinked, puzzled.

Before he could get a closer look—

"Ging, you bastard! Finally found you!"

The Hunter at the forefront wasted no time hurling accusations.

"Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you caused with that dangerous game, Greed Island?!"

Over the years, Greed Island had gained significant attention among nen users and gamers.

Its exclusivity, combined with the billionaire Battera's 50 billion Jenny bounty for a completed save card, led to numerous attempts to crack the game.

One such effort involved hiring 50 Hunters, only three of whom had Hunter licenses. None of them survived.

Many underprepared players who entered the game found themselves trapped, barely surviving within its confines.

The high death toll and ongoing issues caused by Greed Island led to growing dissatisfaction with Ging among Hunters in the association.

Thus, as soon as Ging arrived, he was met with a barrage of criticism from the gathered Hunters.

After the first Hunter began shouting, the rest quickly joined in:

"You bastard, why did you create such a dangerous game?!"

"Weren't normal games enough for you? Why make one where people's lives are at stake?!"

"Do you even realize how many people are trapped in your game?!"

"Ging, you trash, scumbag, disgrace—go to hell!!"

If the earlier accusations still had some rationale, the last outright insult made Ging snap.

"Who said that?! Stand out here right now!" Ging roared, clenching his fists. "Was I begging you to play the game?!"

"When Greed Island hit the market, the dangers were clearly outlined in the manual and official announcements!"

"If they didn't bother to read or just ignored the warnings, and threw themselves into the game, how is that my fault?!"

"Let's be honest—it's all about Battera's 50 billion Jenny reward! They got blinded by greed! A bunch of money-hungry idiots, that's all!!"

"And frankly, people like that? They deserve what happens to them!"

Ging stood his ground, hurling sharp retorts back at the crowd without losing an inch.

Morin, observing from the side, raised an eyebrow in mild surprise.

But then he remembered Ging's later exploits at Beyond's base, where Ging fluently debated professors from Babade University in ancient languages, leaving them speechless.

It was clear that Ging's talent for language and argumentation was exceptional.

Moreover, Ging had a reputation for taking on dozens of Hunters during the Chairman election arc, so his sharp tongue in this situation was hardly unexpected.

The insulted Hunters, however, were visibly upset, their anger boiling over.

In short:

He's triggered! He's triggered!!

"Ging, you bastard!!"

The group roared, raising their fists as they charged at him.

Unfazed, Ging rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward.

"Oh, bring it on!!"

The scene quickly descended into chaos as punches flew and shouts echoed.

Spectators gathered, some pulling out their phones to record the brawl.

"Why bother…" Morin muttered, shaking his head at the scuffle.

Initially, it was a group attack—a gang ganging up on Ging.

But after the fight began, it quickly turned into a one-sided beatdown.

Ging was no longer being surrounded by the group. Instead, he was the one surrounding them.

"They really have no self-awareness, do they?"

Morin sighed. These Hunters thought they could take Ging on and rushed in blindly.

Not only did they fail to teach him a lesson, but they ended up being thoroughly beaten.

The gap in strength between Ging and the crowd was obvious to anyone with common sense.

A group of people attacking one man, only to end up being beaten by that one man—how embarrassing.

As more people gathered, Morin took out a small object.

It was a pink, round ball with a red button in the center and a peace-sign clover symbol on top.

He pressed the red button.

Item:

[Peace Antenna]

Effect: Emits a peace-inducing wave that halts any conflict or combat upon activation.

This was one of the latest tools Morin had drawn, and he noticed that as his strength grew, the items he obtained were becoming more powerful.

Once the peace waves spread out—

The group of Hunters, battered and bruised, suddenly broke into smiles.

With black eyes, bloody noses, and bruised faces, one even grinned with a missing tooth.

Meanwhile, Ging, unscathed and perfectly composed, also stopped in his tracks.

"We're sorry, we were too impulsive," the group said, bowing deeply to Ging in unison.

Ging returned the gesture with a salute, his face full of smiles.

"It's fine, it's fine. I went a bit too hard," Ging replied sincerely. "I really didn't realize you guys were this weak."

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