Chapter 201 Hunter's Occasion Layer × Competition × Killer (Repair...
“…”
The player blinked and said nothing.
The dangerous aura surrounding Hisoka disappeared without a trace as he retreated at a distance, as if it was just a casual joke.
The curve of his lips was not deliberately restrained, and a frivolous, unreal and strange smile was engraved on his face like a mask. A creepy murderous intent flashed by, and the other party returned to being the mysterious magician, and even calmly revealed the unknown power system to the players.
The translucent font of "Nen Ability" appeared in the "To Be Mastered" column on the player's panel - the skills behind it also included the "Cursed Power" item, which the player had just reached halfway in training.
"By the way, although I don't have any basis for this, I often use my opponent's personality and fighting style to analyze their type."
"Reinforcement types are simple-minded, Release types are careless, Materialization types are neurotic, Trait types are individualists, and Manipulation types act on their own and are potential control freaks..."
Finally, Hisoka pointed at himself and said, "As for me, I'm a capricious Transformation-type." "Is that why you think I'm a Transformation-type too?"
"Hmm~"
The player thought for a few seconds: "...Are there any friends who are good at operation?"
"..." The magician paused and chuckled vaguely, "Hmm - yes or no?"
The player stood still before bumping into the other player and said slowly, "Analyzing the personality of other types, including the Transformation type, is very short, but the Operation type is very specific..."
"Hey," the player's attention was attracted by the bustling scene in the Sky Arena hall in front of him.
Before they knew it, Hisoka led the players to the interior of the Sky Arena. The discussions of people queuing up to register in the hall and the cheers coming from the stadium not far away mixed together, creating a unique and lively atmosphere.
Everywhere you look, you can see contestants showing high morale and eager to try.
Hisoka walked to the window and tapped the table with his fingers.
The players following behind him looked up at the rules scrolling above for the new Sky Arena spectators to see.
The Sky Arena has a total of 251 floors. Players can sign up for the competition for free and will be assigned to subsequent floors based on their strength. Players on the 100th floor have their own room.
Spectators need to buy tickets to enter, and the more popular the contestants, the higher the ticket price.
"Player Hisoka, while you were away from the Sky Arena, a player challenged you. Do you want to accept it?" the receptionist asked Hisoka.
"Hmm—sure~" Hisoka rested his elbows on the platform in front of the window, casually cutting the cards in his hand. "Please give her a single ticket for my match later. Thank you."
"Okay, the match will start in fifteen minutes, meow. Please pay attention to the announcement." The receptionist took out a ticket and handed it to the player next to Hisoka. "Ah, you're a stranger, meow. Are you a friend of Hisoka's?"
"Please keep your ticket safe, meow~ I look forward to seeing you at future games~"
Hisoka placed one hand on his face, his golden eyes gazing at the player with a bewitching vortex. "Hmm~ Do you want to sign up?"
"Okay." The player nodded and agreed without hesitation.
After filling in your personal information and returning the registration form to the front desk lady, the player's registration information will be entered into the system, and you can see the player's game time from the player's name scrolling on the screen in the lobby.
"I'm looking forward to your performance on the field." He slowly stood up and chuckled without any emotion.
After finishing the conversation with the receptionist, the player followed Hisoka into the elevator. In the enclosed space, apart from the subtle sounds made by the mechanical operation, the only other sounds were the strange humming and laughing sounds made by the other party from time to time.
The elevator slowly rose, passing the 100th floor, and continued to go up.
Noticing the player occasionally glancing at the elevator floor display and then sideways at him, Hisoka asked casually without turning back, "Hmm? You've been staring at me. Do you want to stay in the same room with me?"
"Is it okay?" the player asked curiously.
"Hehe...it's easy to be ambushed while you're asleep," Hisoka said, his usual feigned contemplation, his ambiguity intentionally creating a sense of uncertainty and tension. "For providing such favorable conditions, it's only fair that you pay an equivalent price..."
"Five hundred million for the right to share my room." He casually quoted a high price.
The player looked straight ahead: "Okay!"
The magician who made the proposal did not make any move to confirm whether the player really owned the ring. Holding his cell phone, which was turned off due to low battery, in one hand, Hisoka recalled the message he had received not long ago, in which a client named him expressed dissatisfaction with Zoldyck's service and charging standards, and subsequently terminated the commission.
The text sent by the killer's friend was very calm, with no emotional ups and downs. Hisoka could sense the confusion behind the other person's words.
Hmm~ Isn't it easy to make money? Hisoka thought to himself.
The players who noticed that the magician's mood had inexplicably improved were also relieved.
'A killing machine that obeys the orders of money'
The training mission will briefly hint at the personality preferences of the characters you can conquer, and you can’t be wrong!
It is undoubtedly describing Hisoka.
The way to improve Hisoka's favor is to spend money!
"——The next match is about to begin. Please enter the venue within one minute after hearing the announcement, Hisoka." The broadcast, which was clearly transmitted to every corner, was repeated after it ended.
Hisoka casually threw the phone with a new battery on his bed, and the reply message on it showed as read.
[: Hmm, this is a common occurrence. You can lower your price, and I believe most clients will change their minds~ (Square)]
[Ilmi: No]
[:Okay (Plum Blossom)]
[: In this case, why not try improving your service attitude? (Spade)] [Read]
The players sat in the middle row of the audience seats. On the field, a tall, red-haired magician stood opposite his opponent, and the commentator's enthusiastic voice was transmitted to every corner of the field through the loudspeakers.
"The one on the right is the dark horse of the recent competition, Morak, who has won three games in a row! The other one is Hisoka, who has never lost a game!"
"Who will be the winner in this game? Let's wait and see!"
The match was announced to begin as the players' ears were filled with enthusiastic cheers for Hisoka and another contestant.
The player named Morak is a master of close-quarters boxing, and the wind from his punches leaves a deep outline of a fist mark on the field - players think of the telepathy ability mentioned by Hisoka.
The opponent seems to be a power type.
"What's going on? Morak seems to have lost his target after his fierce attack!" The commentator immediately noticed the situation on the field, grabbing the microphone to simultaneously explain the current incomprehensible situation. "Hisoka is right behind Morak. This is a perfect opportunity to catch him off guard and knock him down. What is Hisoka hesitating about? Or does Hisoka have other plans?"
Morak on the field quickly noticed Hisoka hiding behind him like a shadow, and turned around to throw a powerful punch.
Hisoka is in a bad situation.
Hisoka is in crisis.
Hisoka won a great victory.
"Wow..." After seeing how Hisoka scored a great point and finally knocked out his opponent, the player let out a meaningless sigh without reacting.
After walking down the ring, Hisoka looked up, winked knowingly in the direction of the players, and walked away from the arena with a twist of his waist.
The player who was about to stand up was blocked by a figure in front of him——
A young man with long, smooth hair and dark eyes stood in front of the player.
"You are..." The player began, confused about the situation.
He spoke without any expression on his face, "Illumi Zoldyck, you asked me to do a mission before, but you canceled it midway."
Thanks, she knows who you are.
——And how much do you care about this matter!
"Uh, okay, I get it?" the player said uncertainly.
The young man, standing there like a ghost, was oblivious to the strange atmosphere. "If you're dissatisfied with anything I've done, you can point it out. I'll selectively improve it."
"…What do you mean by selective?"
Ilmi said expressionlessly, "Any request for bargaining will be rejected."
"oh."
“…”
The players stared at him.
"Anything else?"
Ilmi heard the player's question and nodded imperceptibly: "You can reconsider hiring me."
This person...
"What if... my answer is 'no', will you get angry?" the player asked inquiringly.
Ilmi shook his head and gave a negative answer: "Why do you think so? Killing you won't get any money, it's just working for nothing."
"Okay, then my answer is—no." Seeing that Illumi didn't react to the rejection, the player couldn't help but ask curiously, "So you came here specifically to do market research?"
"No, someone commissioned me to assassinate someone in the Sky Arena, and I came to visit an acquaintance by the way." Ilmi answered, but did not reveal any specific information.
Before he left, he pressed on, "Are you really not considering commissioning Zoldyck?"
“…No, thank you.”
"oh."
Looking at Ilmi who was still standing there, the player had to ask, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
"No."
Ilmi took a few steps, stopped, turned around, and stared at the player with his big, round, lifeless eyes.
Player: “No.”
Ilmi turned back again, leaving the player with a ghostly back, and disappeared silently from the sight.
…and strangely, I felt a hint of cuteness in it.
Like a cat...
Uh, owl.
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