Reborn in HXH: I Plundered Infinite Traits

"Wh-What is this place?"

"A game world? How did we end up here?"

"Machi! Where are you?"

"Shizuku! Kortopi!"

...

The three cried out as their vision gradually cleared.

They realized they had appeared on a piece of land.

Their clothing had completely changed; they were now wearing mosaic-like armor and holding peculiar weapons.

[Beep! You have entered Aizen's Game World — Zenless Zone Zero. Please enjoy the fun of the game. Dying here means you will truly die! Clearing the game is your only chance to survive!]

A cold, mechanical voice echoed.

New Eridu.

The three were stunned to see peculiar-looking monsters appear before them.

Moreover, there were over a dozen of them, and without any greeting, they directly lunged at them, brandishing swords and weapons.

After a fierce battle, the three managed to kill these monsters. But they had also sustained several wounds.

"The wounds... they hurt... We've actually entered a game world. According to the game's rules, if we die here, we will truly die in reality?" Kortopi was stunned.

"Not reality. To be precise, we are currently inside the opponent's Nen world... Shizuku, is your Blinky useful?" Machi, clad in armor, hurriedly asked.

"It's useless... Blinky has no reaction at all. My Nen ability has been sealed..." Shizuku said with a bitter face.

"Me too... I can't copy their corpses when I touch them..." Kortopi also fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, on the outside.

Aizen (Riku) stood elegantly in place. Machi and the others had vanished, or more accurately, they had been directly placed into his game world.

Truly an excellent ability. You guys get to be the first batch of beta testers for this power.

A faint smile curled the corners of Aizen (Riku)'s mouth.

Meteor City returned to its usual tranquility.

In the far distance of Meteor City, atop a high tower.

Two figures stood before a window, their expressions exceptionally grim.

The shadows cast by the window were like venomous snakes hiding in the dark, but their identities were easily recognizable.

They were none other than Hisoka and Chrollo.

"Sosuke Aizen... to make three members disappear in a single breath. This ability is simply unimaginable." Hisoka frowned tightly.

As the Boss of the Phantom Troupe, Chrollo hadn't chosen to attack rashly. After contacting the Mafia and placing the bounty on the black market, he had remained observing from the shadows.

Because the prophetic poem had already given him the most correct course of action, he just felt somewhat unreconciled.

But looking at it now, everything stated in the prophetic poem was absolutely correct.

The Troupe... would be destroyed because of this. His only chance of survival seemed to truly lie only in the east.

"Did you notice any similarities between him and the monster we were dealing with before?" Chrollo crossed his arms, his expression gloomy.

As the leader of the entire team, watching his members die one by one was absolutely something he could not endure.

But the current situation left him with no other choice.

Whether it was Machi's threads, Uvogin's outburst, Feitan's self-destruction, Phinks, and so on...

The combat power these members possessed at their peak wasn't actually that far off from his own.

This meant that if he took the initiative to fight Riku, the probability of winning was exceedingly low.

Therefore, he ultimately chose to endure, observing Riku from the shadows like a venomous snake, only to discover that this Aizen in Meteor City was actually Riku's subordinate.

This was truly somewhat mind-boggling.

"Similarities?"

Hisoka paused for a moment, his gaze puzzled, before a glint of sharp light flashed in his eyes.

If Chrollo hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have noticed.

But after it was brought up, he indeed sensed some anomalies.

Because both Riku and this so-called subordinate, Sosuke Aizen, shared great similarities in their manner of speaking and handling things.

Even some of their movements and techniques...

"Could it be..."

Suddenly realizing something, Hisoka's expression changed drastically, and he shook his head.

He didn't dare to believe it, nor did he want to believe such a terrifying truth could exist.

If it was truly as he guessed, then the legendary super fruit he and Chrollo were planning to hunt possessed a strength that had reached an appalling level.

Enough to strike terror into anyone's heart.

"What, are you scared?" Chrollo looked at Hisoka with a half-smile.

"Scared... There's nothing to be scared of. Isn't death the final destination for everyone? To taste the fruit I've dreamed of, or to die by its hands, is an intoxicating prospect either way."

A perverse smile appeared on Hisoka's face.

"Then let's go. We have something to verify."

Chrollo smiled, not choosing to directly confront Aizen to save his members.

Instead, he and Hisoka walked into the shadows of the ruins, their figures disappearing.

...

On a dark street somewhere.

Two figures were fleeing frantically. One of them was cursing while sobbing loudly.

"Put me down, Bonolenov! Let me die! Shalnark and Franklin are absolutely no match for that monster. If we keep running like this, we'll only be killed off one by one."

The one speaking was Phinks.

After unleashing that terrifying Ripper Cyclotron strike, he had been completely drained.

Right now, he was being carried by Bonolenov as they fled rapidly.

"It's useless. Going back is just throwing our lives away. We should have listened to the Boss; we shouldn't have fought that monster..." Bonolenov was filled with regret.

Before trying, they had always believed they held the advantage, having considered every aspect.

But only after truly clashing with this monster, Riku, did they realize how naive their thoughts were!

A monster capable of rapidly regenerating his physical body, even severed limbs!

In addition, he possessed various other terrifying abilities.

Riku was simply a nightmare to all of them.

Even Phinks's proudest strike was blocked by the opponent. This feeling was simply too terrifying.

It was like your ultimate move barely offsetting the opponent's basic attack; there was simply no point in continuing the game.

Fleeing...

Was their only choice, and their only chance to survive.

While fleeing, Phinks had tried calling the others, but none connected. One could imagine their situation must be terrible.

Highly likely, they were already corpses.

"Phinks... we can't cross paths with that guy again! We have to run as far as we can, otherwise we will definitely be killed by him!

We can't reach Machi's side at all. I don't know what the situation is like over there..."

Bonolenov was incredibly worried.

No one expected that the Phantom Troupe, which once struck terror into the hearts of many, would now be on the run for their lives.

Never mind seeking revenge; they were more worried about Riku's endless pursuit.

Phinks was completely silenced.

In front of Riku, he had been beaten until he had absolutely no temper left.

He also understood that what Bonolenov said was true and the most correct choice. It was just that his heart was unreconciled.

Watching his comrades die one by one, the pain and despair drove him mad.

He wanted to vent his frustration hysterically, but it all ultimately turned into a helpless silence.

Furthermore, neither of them had any confidence that they had escaped the monster's pursuit range.

Because previously, they had fled a considerable distance, only to have that monster still show up at their door.

"Phinks... did you notice there seems to be a pattern to that guy catching up to us?" Bonolenov suddenly said.

"A pattern?"

Phinks was stunned, feeling an immense bitterness in his heart upon hearing this.

The Phantom Troupe being systematically hunted down by someone else?

This sounded like the biggest joke in the world.

Once upon a time, whether it was the Mafia or anyone else, hearing the name Phantom Troupe made them feel like they had pins and needles in their backs, leaving everyone in a state of panic.

But now, the Troupe had become the stray dogs!

"In the beginning, that monster hunted us down by killing one person a day. But today, he killed two... which means his killing frequency has increased.

The first time he killed someone, that guy should have had the ability to catch up to us. He... he's more like... playing with his prey..."

Bonolenov spoke with difficulty.

Probably in his wildest dreams, he never thought the Phantom Troupe would one day become the plaything being hunted.

Phinks also realized this issue. This was simply naked humiliation and disgrace from the opponent.

Yorknew City.

The location of the Three Dons.

At this moment, the expressions of the three old men were incredibly ugly. When they dispatched those Mafia thugs to deal with Riku, they had also placed cameras on them.

Therefore, the three old men witnessed with their own eyes the scene of all their underlings being slaughtered.

As well as Riku's terrifying combat prowess!

"...That guy is not human at all, absolutely a complete monster. We shouldn't have offended him."

"What's the use of saying that now? If we hadn't done as the Phantom Troupe asked, we wouldn't have survived until now."

"Then what do we do now?"

"Damn it, almost all the usable men under us are dead."

...

Knock, knock, knock~

Suddenly.

There was a knock on the door.

This instantly caused the three old men, who were deep in discussion, to freeze as if electrocuted. They stared at the door with sheer terror in their eyes.

Who would be knocking at this hour?

However, before they could go open the door, they saw a figure seemingly teleport right through the heavy steel gate and appear in front of them.

After clearly seeing the person before them, the three old men wore expressions exactly as if they had seen a ghost. Their faces instantly turned as pale as freshly painted walls, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Riku!

The person who arrived was none other than Riku.

Short-Distance Spatial Shuttle - Purple Trait!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Without needing Riku to say a word, the three old men dropped to their knees as if it were a natural instinct.

And immediately began kowtowing frantically, like pounding garlic.

"Hehe."

Riku looked indifferently at the three old geezers kneeling on the floor.

It wasn't until they had smashed their foreheads bloody that he slowly spoke, "Enough."

Receiving the pardon, the three finally stopped kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"My Lord... we were forced into it! The Phantom Troupe forced us!!"

"My Lord! Look at those dead people, they died because they refused that guy's demands... we really didn't do it on purpose!"

"Spare our lives!!"

...

The three begged for mercy. Even the corpses of their former accomplices among the Ten Dons were still lying there.

Exactly for a situation like this.

Having lost the Shadow Beasts, these so-called Mafia bosses were like lions without claws, completely reduced to meat on a chopping block.

Not to mention, even if the Shadow Beasts still existed, it would make absolutely no difference in Riku's eyes.

"A hundred billion Jenny," Riku said slowly, holding up one finger. "The price for your lives."

"Ah!? A hundred billion Jenny! Th-This... This..."

"We agree! We agree!!"

The three old men were stunned for only a second before instantly kowtowing in tearful gratitude.

"No, it's a hundred billion Jenny per person, once a year. This is the price for your lives."

Riku looked at the three old geezers with a half-smile.

Hearing this, cold sweat instantly broke out on the foreheads of the three men.

This demand... was simply too outrageous!

As Mafia bosses, they had so many underlings to feed, and their annual expenses were already massive. A hundred billion Jenny per person every year would directly turn them into nothing but beasts of burden.

"Of course, you can also choose to refuse. I don't mind..."

"No, no, no... My Lord, we agree, we agree! A hundred billion Jenny per person every year!!"

"We agree!!"

...

Drenched in cold sweat, the three old men hurriedly and tremblingly agreed.

They had witnessed Riku's god-of-death-like demeanor with their own eyes.

The underlings they sent out were all elites, yet they were entirely and easily slaughtered by Riku. This even included those top-tier assassins with bounties of hundreds of billions in the underground world!

None of them escaped the monster's counter-kill!

After speaking.

Without waiting for Riku to say anything, the three trembling old men frantically rummaged through boxes and cabinets, bringing out all their savings.

They even considerately transferred all these savings onto a single card.

However, it only amounted to just over two hundred and fifty billion Jenny. The three old men hurriedly brought out a massive amount of valuable antiques and treasures to make up the difference, only stopping when the total exceeded three hundred billion Jenny.

"My... My Lord... from now on, we are your dogs. We are willing to pay you 300 billion Jenny every year for our lives, but you know the Phantom Troupe also threatened us..."

The fat old man with the upward-curling blond mustache said in a trembling voice.

The other two old men were also full of worry.

Former Mafia bosses, now reduced to fish on a chopping board at the mercy of others.

This was a scene they never dreamed of.

"Hehe, I will leave a clone here. If people from the Phantom Troupe come, I will naturally deal with them. But if you are short even a single cent each year, I will take your heads."

Riku sneered. With a wave of his hand, a peculiar white spider with lightning patterns landed on the table and vanished in the blink of an eye.

His figure also vanished from the spot.

Three hundred billion Jenny...

As expected, robbery is always the most profitable business.

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