Chapter 202 Hunter's Occasion Juice × Assassination × Secret...
As the winner of the match, Hisoka, who jumped off the ring, had already disappeared through the exit, but the enthusiastic cheers from the audience continued for a long time.
As the commentator announced that Hisoka had won again, the atmosphere reached its peak.
Even after leaving the venue, I could still faintly hear the audience shouting "Hisoka's" name in unison behind me.
"——Players whose names have been called, please proceed to the venue. The competition will officially begin in one minute." The broadcast in the hall publicly notified the players to enter. Considering that there are new spectators from all over the world who come to the Sky Arena every day, the broadcast will continue with the usual announcement of the scoring rules for determining the winner of the game.
There are multiple arenas on the first floor of the Sky Arena, where multiple players will compete simultaneously.
Players signed up for the competition.
Standing on the stage, he slowly scanned the crowded audience.
——Hisoka wasn’t in the audience.
Judging from the other person's eye-catching hair color, he would probably be quite conspicuous even in a crowd.
Compared to a battle, the first level of competition is more like a tutorial for beginners. The semi-transparent tooltip marks the scoring points to help players get familiar with the game mechanics faster.
QTE judgment has also returned to normal standards.
The player wins.
While the commentator was still analyzing the battle situation in other arenas for the audience, the player moved down from the arena and left through the exit of the competition venue.
"..." The players' footsteps faintly echoed in the narrow and quiet passage.
In the almost deserted corridor, a blurry figure standing against the light had been waiting for a long time.
The red-haired magician bent one leg, his tall figure standing against the wall, his hands cutting playing cards intermittently, and occasionally letting out a few creepy low laughs for no reason.
Hearing the player's approaching footsteps, he unsurprisingly turned his head slowly, his gaze scanning the player before returning to her face. "Hmm~ I have a rough idea of your level."
The player was surprised: "How fast!"
Moreover, the other party made a judgment without even watching the players’ games.
"Being able to finish the game in such a short time already proves something." Hisoka said casually, without explaining in detail the criteria he used to judge the player's strength.
After a warm-up match not long ago, his aura was unusually calm, and those sharp dangers seemed to be temporarily restrained, and his whole body gave off a signal of "safety".
"Having personally experienced the Sky Arena competition, then..." He paused, giving the player time to think, "What do you think of my previous battle?"
“It’s wonderful!”
Hearing the player's answer, he simply chuckled: "This isn't about the game's enjoyment, but rather...something else."
Seeing the player still looking puzzled, he sighed exaggeratedly, "I've never had much patience for kids with slow comprehension..."
"Hmm... you could ask this a different way—about cultivation."
Hisoka bent down, his newly painted face gradually approaching the player, his voice slowed down to arouse curiosity: "Is passing the Hunter Exam enough for you, or do you... desire more?"
As the words fell, a sticky and dangerous aura began to stir from Hisoka's body.
The smile on his face was deeper, closer to a micro-expression that was produced by trying to suppress other emotions rather than a smile that came from genuine happiness.
"Ah, that..."
The player blinked. "I'll be satisfied as long as I pass the Hunter test."
“…”
He puffed up his cheeks slightly and said in a tone of great regret, "...I didn't fall for it."
Hisoka stood up straight, his eager attitude visibly weakened. His interest in the players seemed to disappear in an instant, and the only thing missing was the word 'disappointment' written on his face.
"As expected, you're not the type of kid I like." A 9 of clubs poker card fell from his hand, and Hisoka let go of it indifferently, letting the rest of the cards scatter to the ground.
He lost the desire to continue the conversation and stopped paying attention to the player.
“…”
Looks so disappointing!
Players explore the facilities inside the Sky Arena on their own.
Take the elevator to the lobby front desk of the Sky Arena.
Winners of the matches will receive corresponding bonuses, with the amount for the first match being 152 Jīnī.
"Contestant Fushimi, this is your prize money. Please keep your personal property safe." The player was still greeted by the receptionist. With her unique speaking habit, she handed the ring to the player with great energy.
The player looked at the rings in the palms of his hands.
Converted to the price of a can of drink, the word "safekeeping" shouldn't be used...
In addition to the players, there were other people near the window handling competition-related procedures.
The players consciously gave up their seats, and a burly contestant walked forward to ask.
"I've entered your match booking application," the receptionist replied after a few quick clicks on the computer. Seeing the other player's annoyance, she handed him a cup of coffee. "Please be patient. Please go back and wait patiently for the other player's response."
The player who had watched the entire process held the ring in his hand, took a few steps, and then fell back: "Ilmi?"
The receptionist looked at the player in confusion: "?"
"Is that the person you want to assassinate?" The player rubbed his index finger up and down the side of his face, his eyes still looking at the back of the departing player, but he was speaking to her with a tone of realization, "You put poison in the coffee?"
The receptionist: “…”
"There shouldn't be any flaws." His recognizable quip vanished, his sweet voice becoming androgynous, tinged with Illumi's distinct coolness. He abandoned his pointless disguise and proactively acknowledged his true identity—also indirectly acknowledging the players' speculation about his reasons.
Illumi muttered to himself in bewilderment, his tone of confusion contradicting his calm facial expression.
"You can tell it's Ilmi at first glance." The player said vaguely.
Ilmi, leaning against someone else's face, turned his head and looked at the player. He widened his eyes slightly and knocked his fist against his palm with a tone of sudden enlightenment: "Oh!"
"Is there something special about your eyes?" He approached the player's face expressionlessly. As the distance shortened, the slightly cool temperature from the other person's body was transmitted to the player.
The player imitated Hisoka's previous behavior and said to him: "It's a secret..."
Feeling that Ilmi's gaze hadn't left her eyes, the player asked uncertainly, "...Besides being a killer, do you have any other part-time jobs? Like maybe joining a group or something like that?"
"Why do you ask?" Ilmi did not give a clear answer, but tilted his head to look at the player.
The player shook his head: "Suddenly I remembered some eye-gouging rumors."
Ilmi hummed a dull "hmm" and continued naturally, "This method is indeed safer. After death, dig out the eyes and preserve them, making it easier to study their specific abilities."
It's hard for players to feel any tension from these words.
"But Illumi is the type who won't kill anyone unless he gets paid, right?"
Ilmi nodded in affirmation, then denied it: "Sometimes when I meet someone I hate, I will kill for the public good."
“Am I in that range?”
He really thought about it for a while and replied: "Well, not at the moment——"
Those dark, lifeless cat eyes stared straight at the player, and his voice was silent: "But, if someone even offers a Ring Nun a commission, I will kill you."
An expression that could barely be called distress appeared on his face: "After all, your presence makes me feel a little troubled."
"But I'm not annoying, am I?" The player blinked. "Otherwise, like Illumi said, he'd kill me even without the commission."
“…”
There was a moment of silence. There was no expression on the other person's face, but one could inexplicably feel that he was thinking, trying to find a loophole in the player's words and a reasonable excuse to take action.
In the end, Ilmi just opened his lifeless eyes and nodded imperceptibly: "Well, that's it."
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