After parting with Milluki, Ronnel returned to the Phantom Troupe's hideout, arriving just in time to see Phinks and Feitan bringing back Greed Island.
Franklin sat nearby, flipping through the auction catalog, verifying the information about the game.
"A game where people can actually die?"
The description in the catalog was brief but had already piqued everyone's interest.
"Die? Sounds fun," Feitan muttered, his sharp gaze darting toward the console.
This type of life-threatening thrill suited him perfectly.
"It shouldn't be too much of an issue," Shalnark said, standing with his hands on his hips. He watched the flow of aura emanating from the game device, his expression contemplative.
"No big deal," Ronnel chimed in casually as he found a spot to sit. "This console is just a teleportation device. Insert the right cards, use the rings, and infuse energy. It'll transport you to the actual Greed Island."
"A teleporter?" Shalnark raised an eyebrow and looked curiously at the machine. "You seem to know quite a bit about this game."
"Not much," Ronnel replied. "Just a general understanding. I've heard about it because of its creator."
"Creator?"
"Yeah. The person who designed it is someone you all know—Ging Freecss."
"Ging… Ging Freecss?!"
At the mention of his name, the tone in the room shifted noticeably.
Feitan, who had been examining the console, froze mid-motion.
"A game created by Ging Freecss?" His gaze narrowed, a flicker of wariness in his expression. He turned to Ronnel. "How do you know this?"
"I heard it from Gon. He came to Yorknew City specifically for Greed Island, hoping to learn more about his father through the game."
"The kid with the spiky hair?" Feitan recalled the boy from the auction earlier and fell silent, his attention returning to the console.
A game created by Ging Freecss, with the potential to kill players—this was becoming more intriguing by the second.
"There's a variety of rare cards in Greed Island, and to clear the game, you need to collect 100 specified cards. The reward is the ability to bring three cards into the real world," Shalnark said, scrolling through a professional Hunter website on his phone. "I paid for access to this information."
"What kind of cards are we talking about?" Machi asked, her eyes flashing with interest.
Shalnark began listing them off. "There's the Poltergeist Pillow, which supposedly lets you leave your body, and X-Ray Goggles that can see through objects. And…"
He trailed off, his demeanor suddenly sharpening.
"And?" Machi pressed, her tone more urgent.
"There's also Angel's Breath, capable of healing any injury or illness," Shalnark said, his expression growing serious. "If we can clear the game, we might find cards that can lift the Nen placed on the boss."
"That's worth pursuing," Machi said, her determination evident.
"Agreed," Shalnark replied. "But should we split into two groups? One to search for the Exorcist and another to focus on clearing the game?"
"No," Franklin interjected, his voice calm yet firm. "We've got no leads on that mysterious man right now. If we split up, we're vulnerable. It's better to stick together, clear the game, and find the Nen removal card first."
Everyone nodded, the logic sound.
"Alright, then it's decided," Shalnark said. "We'll focus on clearing the game for now. If that doesn't work, we'll revisit the Exorcist idea."
"Fine by me," Feitan said, activating his aura. A flash of white light enveloped him, and he vanished.
"He's really gone," Phinks remarked, watching in amazement.
The sight only solidified their belief in the game's authenticity. A creation of Ging Freecss, backed by the interest of even the world's wealthiest figures, was certainly worth their attention.
If it turned out to be fake, they'd only lose some time. But if it was real, the potential rewards were too great to ignore.
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