André’s Ability

Cheetu's speed was beyond comprehension.

Joey barely caught the blur of his movement.

Killer Queen, however, was far more precise—

and the instant the little snake touched Cheetu's skin—

its thumb pressed down.

That snake wasn't just a product of Golden Experience.

It had been imbued with the First Bomb from the very start.

Was it Cheetu's overconfidence? Or was he just plain dumb?

It didn't matter.

The moment he snatched the wallet— his fate was sealed.

No matter how fast he moved, he couldn't outrace an explosion already primed.

When Killer Queen activated, Cheetu's body twisted violently, warping unnaturally—

then shattered into ash, vanishing in the blast.

Joey had been preparing since André first mentioned the chance of Cheetu returning.

There was no option for a direct fight.

Cheetu's sheer speed turned André and Joey into living punching bags—

unable to strike back, barely able to defend.

In such a fight, their only chance was to outthink him.

Luckily, they had plenty of intel.

From Colt's psychological profile, to Morel and Knov's tactical notes, to Cheadle's speculations—

They knew what kind of idiot Cheetu was:

Overconfident

Obsessed with his speed

Recklessly curious

And prone to fleeing if he didn't feel he could win.

Joey crafted his trap accordingly.

A Nen-charged wallet—strange and glowing just enough to tempt.

He didn't hide it too well either, letting it peek from his chest now and then.

Inside? A coin.

Not just any coin—

A living coin with Golden Experience's spark

and imbued with the First Bomb.

When Cheetu inevitably took the bait, the snake uncoiled.

Its tail brushed him.

Killer Queen pressed its thumb.

Boom.

If the plan had failed? Joey still had layers of backup.

The wallet itself was Nen-reinforced.

Even if destroyed, Cheetu would be wounded.

If all else failed, Joey could've turned his own shirt into a bomb.

That way, the next time Cheetu tried to hit him, he'd explode on contact.

Everything had been calculated.

And Cheetu?

Was walking directly into it from the moment he returned.

Joey bent down, calmly retrieved his still-warm wallet.

"Looks like Knuckle can relax now."

André whistled. "You've got some serious balls.

If that wallet worked on me, I'd never risk it like that."

"He had two choices," Joey shrugged.

"Drop it and get paranoid.

Or take it—and die."

"And if he ran off with it, I'd still retrieve it.

Either way, I win."

André nodded. "Damn convenient, having a killer ability like that.

Guess that's what they mean when they say the upper three types are born fighters."

Joey rolled his eyes. "Don't lump me in with that nonsense.

Besides, you're not even an Enhancer or Emission user yourself, are you?"

Indeed, in Nen classification:

Upper Three Types = Enhancement, Emission, Transformation.

(The direct combat specialists)

Lower Three Types = Manipulation, Conjuration, and Specialists.

(More intricate, rule-based abilities)

Killer Queen, despite its lethality, clearly belonged in the latter.

Its abilities required conditions, activation, and precision.

It wasn't brute-force power—it was rule-breaking brilliance.

André smirked. "You're right. I'm a Specialist, though closer to Conjuration and Manipulation."

He casually pulled his gun and waved it.

"My ability? It's the combo of 'Mocking Bullet' and 'Prisoner's Cell.'

Purely support-based.

It lets me force an opponent to stay locked in with me—one-on-one."

Joey frowned, eyes narrowing.

So André could isolate one of the Royal Guards temporarily?

That was… absurdly strong.

There had to be a catch.

Joey didn't pry further, but he knew—

whatever the true mechanics, it wasn't that simple.

Still, even without the locking power, just the teleportation ability of the cell alone was invaluable.

A mobile, conjured gateway that linked two distant points—

though it only allowed two people at a time due to the size limit.

In battle, that was enough.

A sudden ambush?

A fast retreat?

An insertion behind enemy lines?

Infinite uses.

Right on cue, André's phone rang.

Knuckle.

Joey could tell from the ringtone.

André picked up.

"Yeah. It's done."

Another call came through immediately.

He switched lines.

"Flutter's down. I'm taking Palm now," came Kite's calm voice.

Then—click.

Joey blinked. "He really doesn't do small talk."

André grinned. "That's just Kite."

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I have a question for author/translator or anyone who have some knowledge about the publishing of webnovel in general, is it really worth to delay the poublishing of a new story until the reset of webnovel each week ? I see a lot of people publishing their works the moment webnovel reset.

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For this week I will do more release depending on the power stones !

100 Power Stones = 1 chapter (in addition to the daily update) 

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