Time passed quickly.
It was evening.
Outside the window, the setting sun cast its light into the room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the beams.
Bathed in the twilight glow, Lynn stood still, translucent surges of Nen rippling around his body, with a portion flowing toward his eyes.
“Gyo.” This was a technique more advanced than the Four Great Exercises.
By concentrating Nen in the eyes, one could see the Nen and abilities of others.
Most of the time, ordinary people could not see the battles of Nen users precisely because of this.
In a fight between Nen users, failing to use Gyo was utterly fatal.
If you couldn’t even see your opponent’s movements, how could you hope to fight?
Therefore, this was the first technique Lynn had focused on mastering, and he dedicated a certain amount of energy to it every day.
Checking the time, he decided it was time to collect his money.
Once he had this sum, he could head elsewhere to condense more cards.
…
Lynn wound through the narrow alleys with practiced ease, walking into the underground coliseum without a hint of nervousness.
This was the confidence born of strength.
As long as one possessed sufficient power, they could face any situation with composure.
The coliseum was not open for business today; there wasn’t even a single security guard at the entrance.
The moment he stepped into the main hall, Lynn sensed something was wrong.
Looking ahead, he saw two people sitting by a round table.
One was Kenny, but it was the stranger who caught his attention.
The man appeared to be about forty years old, dressed in a sharp, plain suit.
He was tall and thin with a sallow face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses that gave his eyes a gloomy, sinister quality.
Lynn narrowed his eyes.
No life energy was drifting from the top of the man’s head.
Ordinary people could not use “Ten,” so they simply allowed their life energy to dissipate, whereas Nen users could lock it firmly around the surface of their bodies.
Clearly, this was a Nen user!
“Kenny, where is my money?
Or has my hundred million Jenny taken on a human form?” Lynn asked expressionlessly, having already guessed Kenny’s intentions.
He was being targeted.
As expected, his previous suspicions were correct.
“You’re facing death and you don’t even know it?” Kenny laughed, puffing on a cigar.
“I suppose it’s natural; after all, you’re just an ordinary person.
You couldn’t possibly understand the existence of a powerful being like Lord Brent.”
“It’s a pity.
If you had just handed over that reindeer the other day, you wouldn’t have to die.
Now, just be a good boy and perish.”
Kenny knew exactly how terrifying the man beside him was!
A single glance from Brent was enough to make him collapse to the ground in terror.
Even bullets couldn’t harm him.
Faced with such a superhuman being, what could an ordinary person like Lynn do to resist?
“Kenny…
you made one mistake in that sentence.” Brent spoke slowly, his voice as raspy as a venomous snake.
His gaze toward Lynn grew heated with interest.
“He isn’t an ordinary person.
He’s a Nen user just like me.”
Just as Lynn had seen through Brent, Brent had discovered the same about Lynn.
But rather than causing him concern, it piqued his interest.
His experiment happened to be missing a Nen user!
Look at that—an experimental subject had delivered himself right to the door.
Lynn…
was also a Nen user?!
Kenny’s pupils shrank.
He hadn’t expected this at all.
The person he thought was an ordinary kid was actually a superhuman on par with Lord Brent?
How could there be such a coincidence!
Kenny felt a surge of panic—what if Brent lost to Lynn?
“Boy, you’re lucky to have run into me today,” Brent said arrogantly, a twisted smile spreading across his face.
“You won’t die.
On the contrary, you will achieve immortality through art!”
The next moment, Brent’s aura suddenly erupted.
Nen saturated with malice poured out, making the air feel as if it had instantly frozen.
He raised both hands, his ten fingers dancing.
Strands of Nen thread extended from his fingertips, forming two creatures of vastly different appearances.
On the left was a giant bear with a jagged scar running across its face, looking exceptionally ferocious.
On the right was a large dog on all fours, but eerily, it possessed a human male’s face, making it deeply unsettling to look at.
Brent’s eyes flickered, fully regarding Lynn as his prey.
His Nen ability was called “Corpse Artist,” and it belonged to the Manipulation category.
By torturing a target to death, there was a small chance of birthing “Post-mortem Nen,” allowing him to turn the corpse into a Nen beast to be driven at his will.
If he stitched different corpses together, the success rate dropped, but the potential power of the finished product increased.
Constraint 1: The target must be tortured to death so they are filled with malice.
Constraint 2: The material must generate Post-mortem Nen after death to be made into a Nen beast.
Constraint 3: Each hand can only control one Nen beast.
If the corresponding beast dies, that arm is forced into a state of “Zetsu” for a short period.
…
One can often judge a person’s character and hobbies by their Nen ability.
Brent’s ability required the torture of living beings and even the stitching of humans and animals together, showing he was a total psychopath.
Lynn didn’t know the specific details of the ability, but he could tell from the human-faced beast that the man was dark-hearted.
Such people often acted in extremes, which in some ways made them easier to deal with.
Judging solely by the intensity of the Nen, Lynn estimated that the opponent’s strength was roughly similar to his own, around C+ rank.
This meant the man did indeed have some skill, which explained his confidence.
“Behold!
My supreme art!” Brent’s face flushed with a fanatical glow as he said excitedly, “I will torture you to death bit by bit, then stitch you together with other creatures to become my newest masterpiece!”
Kenny couldn’t see Brent’s Nen beasts, but he was so terrified by the malicious aura that he slumped into his chair, gasping for breath and feeling a chill run down his spine.
“It seems you’re quite sure you’ve won?” Lynn’s face remained calm.
Even facing Brent’s grand display, his tone was indifferent.
“Unfortunately, I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
In an instant, a brilliant white light erupted in front of Lynn as his cards materialized into reality.
Two figures appeared on the field!
The adorable Chopper, and a powerful man dressed in a black suit, chomping on a cigar, radiating the aura of a mafia godfather!
Name: Capone Bege
Rank: B
Type: Character Card
Background: One Piece
Description: One of the “Worst Generation” and the Supernovas.
The hegemon of the West Blue’s underworld.
The mafia godfather who ate the Castle-Castle Fruit.
Possesses formidable strength and is a natural-born leader.
Capone Bege was the card finally condensed after absorbing the characteristics of Yorknew City, and he was a level stronger than Chopper.
The strength of these cards did not represent their power in the original source material; it fluctuated based on the strength of defeated enemies and the significance of special locations.
They could be stronger than the original versions or weaker.
Currently, the Chopper and Capone Bege in his hands were weaker than their One Piece counterparts.
However, as long as they were given time, they could grow to the level of the original characters or even surpass them.
In that moment, the aura erupted from two full card characters enveloped the hall, creating an overwhelming presence.
Brent’s face turned pale, and his pupils trembled violently.
Was this some kind of joke!
These were all that kid’s Nen beasts?
From their aura alone, they were clearly far superior to his own!
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