Reborn in HXH: I Plundered Infinite Traits

A large number of players gathered around.

Riku, Gon, and Killua also walked over, and they were shocked to see the sight. Right in the center of the area, a player had been blown in half at the waist, blood splattered everywhere, his face still frozen in an expression of terror and agony.

This scene made the other nearby players feel a chill run down their spines.

"Riku! This is the player who entered the game at the same time as us! I saw him on the way here earlier."

"This guy looked perfectly fine just a moment ago."

Gon and Killua exclaimed.

Riku narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the corpse before him.

An astonishing scene occurred, because peculiar traits actually appeared on the corpse before him.

Name: Cai Kun System Traits: [Unlucky Bastard] - Blue, [Close Quarters Combat] - Green, [Nen] - White, [Bombed Corpse] - Blue, etc.

This was the first time he had seen a so-called 'Bombed Corpse' trait!

It was truly a somewhat exasperating and hilarious piece of trait information.

"What a miserable death!"

"This guy was a foreigner."

"What a pity... such a fine young man."

...

The spectating players couldn't help but sigh.

"Excuse me, what just happened?" Killua asked curiously.

"I don't know either. I heard from others that he was just walking normally when suddenly his body exploded with a loud bang."

A bald passerby explained.

"But it hasn't even been a few hours since we entered the game, and someone has already sacrificed their life? And with such a terrifying corpse, it's really hard to imagine this is just a game."

A few drops of cold sweat appeared on Gon's forehead.

It wasn't just him; the other players present also wore grave expressions.

Because a large portion of them had just entered the game. Although they had heard outside that there was a risk of death in this game, seeing it happen so realistically right before their eyes still carried immense visual impact, deeply shaking their hearts.

Just as everyone was still shocked by this player's death, the corpse on the ground slowly vanished.

It was exactly like in traditional games, where a monster's corpse would automatically refresh after it was killed.

"It disappeared..."

"Could it be that he returned to reality? And resurrected in the real world?"

Killua and Gon were incredibly surprised.

"No! Any player who dies in this game will also die directly in reality. This is the truly fatal aspect of this game. This person is definitely dead in reality."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

A man with stubble, looking somewhat haggard and with heavy bags under his eyes, slowly walked out.

He frowned tightly, staring intently at the spot where the player's corpse had just refreshed.

"So that means... this guy was killed by someone in the game?"

Gon looked at the unfamiliar man in shock.

"Yes, that's indeed the case. This was done by a player's Nen ability. This is... hunting players!"

The man said in a deep voice.

His words instantly shocked the large number of players nearby.

Because this was the city closest to the starting point, most of the players gathered here were beginners.

Riku also looked at this guy who had suddenly appeared with a face full of amusement.

"So according to what you're saying, players will kill each other? But why would they do that?"

Killua was very surprised.

Because before they arrived, they had already encountered players wanting to hunt them in the beginner area.

At first, they just thought it was some ordinary misunderstanding, but now it seemed that in this game, players hunting each other wasn't limited to the beginner area, but was highly likely to happen anywhere.

"You must have heard that this game has a system that limits the number of times an item can be turned into a card. The quantity of each card within that limit is finite, and the more precious the card, the smaller the limit.

In other words, the more players there are, the lower the chances of each player obtaining a card. Conversely, the fewer the players, the greater the chances of obtaining a card."

The man's explanation instantly enlightened the group.

As expected.

The player who tried to rob and kill them in the beginner area was also acting for the same purpose.

Those guys wouldn't think about how to clear the game; instead, they only thought about how to engage in internal friction, eliminating more opponents to increase their own odds.

Truly pathetic.

"I see... So that means there are players in this game who specialize in hunting other players."

Gon suddenly realized.

"Yes, but our approach is exactly the opposite. We win by card quantity, we absolutely will not kill or spill blood, and we know the exact method to clear the game. Would you like to cooperate with us?"

The man invited them.

But he noticed that Gon and Killua uniformly looked towards Riku, and he finally realized that Riku was the leader of this team. Therefore, he looked at Riku with a gaze full of goodwill.

Truly pathetic!

A flock of sheep hoping to achieve victory through numbers, hoping to adopt a bloodless method to peacefully clear this game.

But this was completely antithetical to the game's inherent elimination rules and the law of the jungle.

It could be said their failure was a matter of course.

However.

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

In this game, if he remembered correctly, the Bomber should be the most dangerous guy.

Of course, that was for other ordinary players, but he was also quite curious, wanting to see exactly what kind of traits that guy's so-called bombs were.

Regardless of whether they were good or not, he would just take him down when the time came.

And this unlucky man before him had a high probability of leading them to the Bomber.

Because their entire team seemed to have been secretly implanted with bombs by that guy, and they ultimately even planned to use a nuclear bomb to achieve peace.

But countless historical events have verified: Truth lies only within the range of cannons!

The biggest fist is the biggest truth.

"Riku, he says he knows the method to clear the game!"

Gon said, surprised.

"But we must be careful. If I'm not guessing wrong, you've been monitoring us from the very beginning, haven't you!"

Killua warned cautiously.

"Not really monitoring. Because of the unique nature of our organization, I actually observe all new players when they log into this game.

What we need are upright, kind players who won't maliciously attack other players. The three of you meet our requirements, which is why I extended the invitation.

We are very sincere in hoping the three of you can join our team. There will definitely be companions you like there!"

The man said confidently.

At the very least, within the entire game, their organization was relatively peaceful and wouldn't attack each other!

"We can't easily trust others!"

Killua remained vigilant. As a professional assassin, he harbored a grudge against being monitored by others.

However, the two mostly looked at Riku. If Riku agreed, they wouldn't refuse.

"We won't forcefully demand you join our organization. You can wait until you arrive at our organization, until you make contact with us, and if we all get along well, then you can decide whether to join us. How does that sound?

Besides, whether you join or not, we will provide you with a portion of the data and information we possess!"

The man's attitude was exceptionally candid.

"Alright, since you've put it that way, let's go take a look. I hope it's as you say."

Riku smiled and nodded.

The few of them chatted idly along the way.

Through this man, they learned some information about their clearance group.

This clearance group was considered relatively veteran in the entire game and had many supporters.

Furthermore, on the way, the man also explained to them why he could tell at a glance that they were newbie players.

Because after he took out his magic book, he found that the three of them had absolutely no reaction, which directly allowed him to judge that they must be rookies.

Very quickly.

The trio arrived at a spacious square.

Impressively, quite a few people were waiting in this square. Most of them were players who had just joined the game this time, though there were naturally some older players among them. However, it was clear that not all players had arrived, as more were out executing missions or commissions.

Sweeping his gaze over this group of players, Riku's eyes flashed, revealing a look of pleasant surprise.

"Is this everyone? What about that duo?"

The man looked at another member of the team and asked.

"They refused right from the start, didn't even want to listen to the explanation."

Another person explained. It seemed he, like this stubble-faced man, was responsible for recruitment. Clearly, the other person's recruitment efforts were not very effective, having failed to recruit a single newcomer.

"I see."

The stubble-faced man nodded.

"Then let's begin."

A tall, thin man nearby, wearing glasses and with short blond hair, dressed meticulously, spoke up.

He seemed to hold considerable prestige within this team.

"A player was just killed over there. He was a newcomer who entered the game at the same time as you."

The stubble-faced man's words instantly made all the novice players present feel a sense of impending danger.

He pointed to Riku's trio and added: "These three witnessed that player suddenly explode with their own eyes. All of this was done by the Bomber!"

His explanation instantly made the novice players present suddenly realize the situation.

Because recently, the matter of the Bomber had been making a huge fuss, and many players had died because of this guy.

Riku looked at the guy with short blond hair with great amusement, a slight upward curve hooking the corners of his mouth.

"Everyone! Allow me to answer the question you are most concerned about. The player who died was not killed by a spell tool. There are no spells in this game that can kill a person, so once hit by a spell, you will not be injured, nor will you die.

There are a total of 40 types of spells, including attack types, movement types, defense types, among which... for example..."

The man spoke very meticulously and in great detail. This information was indeed very important for newcomers.

His speech instantly earned him a very favorable impression among these trusting players. At least in the eyes of the vast majority of newcomers, this bespectacled man with short blond hair was a warm-hearted player.

Even several female players blushed slightly at him.

Meanwhile, the stubble-faced man also explained carefully on the side, even mentioning the bounty reward for clearing this game.

Fifty billion Jenny!

If the clearance group could complete the mission, everyone would split it equally when the time came!

Under such conditions, many trusting players were instantly moved.

At least they had no experience with this game whatsoever; everything had to be explored by themselves. And right after joining this organization, the other party generously explained the precautions of the game and some dangerous matters to them in detail.

It had to be said, this method of winning people's hearts was very effective.

In the eyes of the vast majority of novice players, this organization was quite friendly!

Furthermore, it seemed these guys had planted some shills within the team, making the atmosphere of joining this organization extremely enthusiastic, resulting in the vast majority of players present choosing to join the organization.

"Excellent! Rest assured, everyone. I can guarantee that as long as you join our organization, we will definitely do our utmost to protect everyone. As members of this organization, we will also help each other, so you don't need to worry about incidents like the Bomber occurring again."

"Don't worry, the Bomber won't hurt you!"

After speaking, the man with short blond hair gently patted a newcomer with one hand.

The newcomer player instantly grew flushed with excitement and nodded heavily, seemingly feeling incredibly honored to join such an organization.

"God bless you! No Bomber will ever come near you!"

He walked toward another person, repeating this action.

Very quickly.

This man with short blond hair arrived in front of Riku's trio.

He reached out his hand, preparing to pat Gon's shoulder, ready to tell him he could rest assured, that with them around, he didn't need to worry about the Bomber's threat.

But just as his hand was about to touch Gon, it was grabbed by Riku.

"Hehe."

A smile graced Riku's face.

The man with short blond hair was stunned, looking at Riku in bewilderment.

It wasn't just him; the other newcomers present also looked at Riku with some confusion, and their gazes were even somewhat unfriendly.

Because in the eyes of these newcomers, this man with short blond hair was essentially their beginner mentor, having already accumulated quite a lot of goodwill.

Riku seemed like he wanted to start a fight.

The stubble-faced man was also somewhat surprised. He walked over quickly, seemingly wanting to mediate, wondering if there was some misunderstanding between the two.

Riku looked at the man before him with a smile.

Name: Genthru - Bomber System Traits: [Bomber] - Gold, [Disguise] - Gold, [Affinity] - Gold, [Close Combat] - Purple, [Hidden Weapons] - Purple, etc.

It had to be said, this guy before him truly played a dirty game.

"What's wrong? Little brother, do you have something you want to say? Or are you worried about the Bomber?"

A sharp, cold glint flashed in Genthru's eyes, but his face still bore a friendly smile.

Especially after he said the words 'Bomber,' the smile on his face grew even wider.

"Oh, the Bomber you're talking about, is it yourself?"

Riku said with a smile.

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