“Kishishishi…”
Ten minutes later, Gastly floated lazily in the air, its eyes squinted half-shut.
Having eaten its fill, it didn’t want to move a muscle.
“Can’t eat any more?
Still, that was impressive,” Lynn noted, glancing at the antiques on the table as he offered some encouragement.
Gastly had gone straight for the crown, which possessed the heaviest lingering resentment.
In just over ten minutes, the resentment on its surface had faded noticeably to the naked eye.
“Kishishi!” Gastly’s tone rose sharply, sounding quite confident in itself.
According to the spirit, it would only take half a month to completely clear the resentment from the crown.
The other two items would take about a week each, meaning the entire process would take roughly a month.
This efficiency was considered quite good, especially considering that Gastly was just a “baby Pokémon” that had only recently been born.
Once it grew further—evolving into Haunter or even Gengar—its ability to devour resentment would become even stronger.
However…
a small doubt flickered in Lynn’s mind.
In the games, Haunter required a “Trade Evolution” or a “Linking Cord” to evolve into Gengar, which would be difficult to arrange.
But it was also possible that things wouldn’t follow game mechanics strictly.
He recalled seeing wild Gengars in the Pokémon anime; perhaps if Gastly consumed enough resentment and accumulated sufficient energy, it could evolve into Gengar naturally.
For now, these three antiques had taken on a new identity—Gastly’s rations.
At that moment, a servant arrived to report, and Capone relayed the message: “The meal has been prepared.
Shall we dine now?”
“Let’s begin.” Lynn was already eager to start.
Ever since returning to Yorknew City, Lynn had instructed Capone to find a renowned chef specifically to cook the Garala Crocodile meat.
Finally, he could enjoy the feast.
The Dining Room.
The rectangular dining table was draped in a pristine white tablecloth.
It was spread with a variety of dishes perfect in color, aroma, and taste.
Silver utensils were neatly arranged at the head of the table and along both sides.
Clearly, this lunch was prepared for three.
Lynn sat at the head, with Chopper to his front-left and Capone to his front-right.
Before each of them sat a large plate featuring the main course—a seared steak made from Garala Crocodile meat.
“It smells so good~” Chopper’s small nose twitched.
The rich, enchanting aroma of meat drifted into his senses and lingered, causing an intoxicated expression to wash over his face involuntarily.
“Indeed, this is an extraordinary delicacy, unlike anything I’ve ever seen,” Capone Bege added, nodding repeatedly in genuine admiration.
Even just sitting there, saliva began to pool uncontrollably in his mouth.
The scent alone after cooking was irresistible; with such a meal placed before them, all other thoughts vanished, leaving only the desire to devour it.
On the surface of the steak, the fat glistened like a layer of frost catching the light, resembling stars twinkling in the night sky.
“Let’s eat,” Lynn said.
As soon as the words left his mouth, he sliced off a piece of meat and popped it into his mouth.
The steak was incredibly chewy.
The moment it entered his mouth, his jaws began to work uncontrollably.
An incredibly mellow meat juice immediately surged forth, like a floodgate being opened.
The delicious juices flowed down his throat to his stomach, where they continued to radiate warmth, sending waves of heat through his entire body.
For a time, the dining room fell exceptionally silent, save for the constant sound of chewing.
In the presence of such food, even the desire to speak was discarded.
The steaks on their plates dwindled.
Before they knew it, they had finished the meat and finally snapped back to reality.
By then, they were fully satiated, and the side dishes could no longer pique their appetites.
“I feel like my cheeks are melting~” Chopper muttered dizzily.
This was undoubtedly the most delicious thing he had ever eaten.
“As expected of a special ingredient.
Not only is it supremely delicious, but the feedback it provides is also immediate,” Lynn remarked with feeling.
He activated “Gyo” and used his right thumb and index finger to pinch the muscle on his left arm.
It felt several degrees firmer, and even his Nen felt slightly more concentrated.
As he suspected, even without Gourmet Cells, consuming food from the Toriko world still provided a tangible improvement.
Between the three of them, they had only consumed a third of the total amount, meaning they could enjoy two more meals like this.
After eating his fill, Lynn didn’t plan on wasting the opportunity.
He struck while the iron was hot and began his Nen training, focusing on two main areas:
First, increasing his total Nen capacity, which primarily relied on “Ren” from the four major exercises.
Second, learning and mastering advanced application techniques.
After his recent battle in the Ice Maze, he had become acutely aware of the importance of high-level skills.
Currently, he only knew “Gyo” and “Ken,” which was far from enough.
He needed to master all the advanced techniques as soon as possible.
To maximize efficiency, Lynn decided to eat one of these meals every other day, meaning he would finish the Garala Crocodile meat over the course of six days.
Finally, after finishing lunch on the last day, Lynn got the breakthrough he had been hoping for!
In the hall, Lynn stood tall in his training robes, his eyes closed.
Refined Nen surged invisibly across the surface of his body.
A powerful gale whipped his wide robes, making them snap and rustle.
Once his accumulated momentum reached its peak, it gradually receded.
Lynn opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them.
Through this period of growth, his Nen capacity and technical control had reached a new stage.
Even without using his card abilities, he possessed strength roughly at the B- rank.
When factoring in the “Six Powers” and “Ice-Make Magic,” his status panel officially indicated that he possessed B-rank strength!
At the same time, Chopper had also progressed to B-rank.
Because Capone was already B-rank, he hadn’t broken through yet, but he was getting closer to B+.
A promotion was only a matter of time.
“Finally, B-rank.” Lynn raised his right arm and clenched his fist tightly, producing a sharp crack.
He couldn’t hide the joy on his face.
Every bit of progress in his current strength increased the hope of his plan succeeding.
After a series of tests, he made a decision for his next move.
He had changed his mind; he was going to participate in this term’s Hunter Exam!
Strictly speaking, however, he wouldn’t be participating in person.
Instead, he would control the “Clone Puppet” to complete the exam.
This solved the potential danger posed by Hisoka.
In every respect, the Clone Puppet was identical to him; even if it were killed, it would only mean the loss of a tool.
Despite owning the “Substitute Strawman,” he had no intention of risking his own life; if he couldn’t win a fight, even extra lives wouldn’t be enough.
Beyond that, he had an even better idea.
If circumstances allowed, he might even change his objective from “Avoid Hisoka and pass the exam” to “Forgo the exam and hunt Hisoka!”
The key part of this plan had yet to be finalized; it would depend on whether Capone could deliver.
A moment later, footsteps echoed in the corridor outside.
Capone walked in, smiling as he held up a leather briefcase, as if showing it off on purpose.
“The goods are in hand!”
Finally!
Lynn immediately went with Capone to a dedicated experimental clearing.
As Capone crouched down and opened the briefcase, a unique bomb came into view.
And this was the most critical element of Lynn’s plan to hunt Hisoka.
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