Chapter 57

Although what the other party said was correct, the number of people… was only two!

This is not okay. According to the instructions, the other party needed fifteen people.

"Hmph! You two want to drive us away? Go back!"

This was said according to the instructions provided earlier, a standard response to deal with players who arrived without meeting the requirements.

However, just as the man tried to close the door, Rocky extended his hand and blocked it effortlessly. No matter how hard the man pushed, the door wouldn't budge.

At that moment, the man was shocked.

What kind of power is this? And without using any visible aura—how could he possess such strength?

Rocky hadn't slacked off in his strength training. Comparing it to the door at Killua's family estate, Rocky estimated he could push open the third door with relative ease.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, kid?"

Rocky ignored the man and forced his way inside.

The man was knocked aside by Rocky's strength and fell to the ground in astonishment.

Once inside, Rocky saw a massive training facility with various fitness equipment scattered around the center.

Rocky showed no interest in the others present, but they were clearly intrigued by him—the intruder who had just barged in.

In all their time here, they had never encountered someone so bold.

Rocky's gaze locked on a man doing a bench press in the middle of the room. The barbell he was lifting looked extraordinarily heavy.

The barbell plates had bent the bar to such an extent it seemed like it might snap at any moment.

**Crack! Crack!**

The sound echoed with each press.

Rocky stepped forward, heading toward the man, with Piro close behind.

However, before Rocky could get too close, the man squinted and grinned.

"Please wait a moment. I've got fifty reps left."

Hearing this, Rocky stopped.

Piro, staring at the man, suddenly recalled that this voice belonged to the person who had expelled him and Rocky earlier, sending them to that mysterious place.

So he was here all along. But how did Rocky figure it out?

Piro hadn't seen Rocky investigate during these past days, yet somehow, Rocky knew. His ability was remarkable.

"Boss! It's them!"

"Yeah, don't worry. I'll handle it. Just wait until I'm done."

The man completed the remaining fifty bench presses quickly.

**Bang!**

The barbell was dropped to the ground, creating a crack in the floor.

The man rose, took a towel handed to him by someone nearby, and casually wiped his sweat.

"Good to See you again, kid," Razor said, looking up at Rocky.

He had anticipated this boy might return, but not so soon.

For Rocky to locate *Greed Island* in the outside world and gain access in such a short time was impressive.

And compared to their last encounter, Rocky's aura had grown even stronger.

The speed of this improvement was startling.

"Where are my people?" Rocky demanded.

Razor glanced at him and replied, "Sorry, but I'm under no obligation to tell you."

**Boom!!!**

Rocky's Nen exploded outward, spreading with perfect control. The energy rippled through the air, making the glass walls creak ominously. The invisible pressure swept across the room like a storm.

The hardened criminals around them stumbled back, fear etched on their faces.

Initially dismissing Rocky as just a kid, they now realized his terrifying power.

This level of aura was leagues beyond theirs.

Razor, too, was taken aback. Though he had sensed that Rocky had grown stronger, the sheer intensity of his Nen was astonishing.

Rocky fixed his sharp gaze on Razor.

"Tell me! Where are my people?"

Seeing Rocky's persistence, Razor sighed. "Leave! I won't tell you. And not telling you might actually be for your own good."

"You're spouting nonsense. Not telling us is for our good?" Piro snapped, his anger flaring. "You separated us from our people. If you hadn't, we wouldn't be here now! And after we tracked you down, you still refuse to tell us!"

"I'll kill you!"

Piro lunged, but Rocky stopped him with a hand.

Though he restrained Piro, Rocky continued firmly, "He's right. You separated us from our people and now refuse to tell us their whereabouts. Claiming it's for our own good… do you think that's reasonable?"

Razor was silent.

After a few moments of contemplation, he looked at Rocky.

"This is *Greed Island*. Since you're here, you should know what this place is. If you want answers, follow the rules and defeat me. Only then will I tell you."

"Fine," Rocky agreed, his expression unyielding.

But he made no move to leave.

"Just stick to your rules," Rocky said.

Razor frowned. Though Rocky had reined in his aura, his refusal to leave was clear.

"I came here to drive you out," Rocky stated bluntly.

Hearing this, Razor chuckled. "No, there aren't enough people."

"Not enough people?" Rocky smirked. "I'm enough."

"No, it must be…"

"Cut the nonsense. In the end, you'll be the one cleaning up this mess!"

Rocky's sharp words caused a ripple of surprise among the group.

"Razor and the Fourteen devils … sounds like a special Nen ability, doesn't it?"

This revelation shocked everyone, including Razor.

How had this kid figured that out?

"No matter how many people or what methods are required, you'll ultimately be the one to decide the outcome of this defense game!"

"So don't waste my time. Test me yourself!"

Rocky's lips curled into a sly grin.

"If you keep insisting, I'll share the details about this place with other players. You wouldn't want a swarm of challengers bothering you every day, would you?"

Razor's brows furrowed. Under normal circumstances, only top-tier players were expected to challenge them. Sharing this information could jeopardize the integrity of *Greed Island*.

Rocky had found his leverage.

After a long pause, Razor looked at him.

"Smart kid. But asking you to find more people wasn't about stalling—it was for your own benefit."

"Didn't you say you'd follow my rules? Then let's begin."

**Buzz!**

Purple Nen energy erupted from Razor.

A white light illuminated the ground, and one figure after another began to materialize…