Reborn in HXH: I Plundered Infinite Traits

BOOM—

A deafening explosion resounded.

Everyone looked dumbfounded behind Binolt. There used to be a small hill in that direction, but now it was completely leveled and gone, replaced by a massive crater a full hundred meters in diameter!

Vanishing along with that hill was Binolt's right arm.

The agonizing pain of his severed arm after the explosion made Binolt scream as he collapsed to the ground. His face was covered in cold sweat, and his entire body trembled.

"This is the price you should pay for attacking us. Aside from that, I have also planted a Lightning Seed near your heart. If you still attempt to harbor malicious intentions towards us, you will die very miserably."

Riku said calmly.

Binolt trembled all over, the look he gave Riku filled with terror and awe.

"Understood... thank you..."

He gritted his teeth. To be able to survive before this terrifying man was absolutely the greatest fortune of his life.

"Get lost, before I change my mind."

Riku waved his hand, and the latter made a wretched exit.

The reason he chose to spare his life was merely out of a bit of sympathy for his miserable childhood, nothing more.

Furthermore, with the Lightning Seed planted, if Riku wanted to kill this guy, it would practically happen with a single thought.

It could be said the opponent's life or death rested entirely in his hands.

"..."

The crowd watched Binolt leave.

"Phew... This outcome is for the best. I hope this guy can truly turn over a new leaf as he said."

Biscuit sighed. "We can continue our journey now. There's no need to delay here any longer."

"I feel much stronger now than I used to be."

"Me too!!"

Both little guys felt their clear progress.

After this period of bitter training, they could at least easily trounce their former selves.

However, they hadn't walked far before a card shop appeared ahead!

A large number of colorful balloons floated in the air, making the whole place look somewhat dreamy.

Then.

"Mr. Riku, please rest here for now. I need to take the two little guys back to resume training. We can buy the necessary training tools here."

Biscuit said excitedly.

Her words instantly left the two little guys, who were just feeling somewhat excited and happy, completely dumbfounded.

Under their bewildered gazes...

Biscuit directly bought a small pushcart and shovels from the shop, then dragged the two of them back to the entrance of the canyon they had just entered. But this time, she demanded that the two little guys must pass through here by digging a tunnel.

"Truly miserable! Gon, Killua, you must listen to Biscuit. She is a very excellent instructor."

Riku smiled.

Gon and Killua, carrying some resentment, could only dejectedly express their acceptance.

And so, their incredibly miserable 'leisure' life began.

Riku naturally didn't mind. The two little guys could improve their abilities and become stronger during this 'leisure' time. As for him, he only needed to find an excuse to test them, defeat them, and directly farm their traits.

Your abilities are my abilities!

Meanwhile.

In a certain bar within the Greed Island game.

In a dimly lit corner.

"Damn it!! Genthru is dead!! I heard he was killed by a brat who just entered the game. Damn it!"

A man with short purplish-red hair, a peculiar purple heart and double swords mark between his eyebrows, and wearing a hood, wore a savage expression as he slammed his glass onto the table.

"Not only that, but I heard the bombs Genthru planted were actually defused by that guy. If that brat stays alive in this game, he is practically our natural enemy."

Another man with long black hair draped over his shoulders growled low.

"So what do you suggest we do about this brat? I heard that guy defeated Genthru head-on. And I asked around; the players present saw with their own eyes that the brat didn't even use cards, he dealt with Genthru bare-handed!"

The man with short purple hair, Sub, said in a low voice.

The other two members of the Bomber trio!

Sub and Bara!

Not long ago, they learned of their boss's death, which was like a bolt from the blue to them.

Moreover, through word of mouth among many players, they learned that this brat Riku actually possessed an ability that perfectly countered their hidden bombs!

It could be said that as long as Riku was around, their bombs would be useless.

"I've secretly planted quite a few more bombs these past few days. If worse comes to worst, we'll kidnap all these players and use them as cannon fodder to kill that damn bastard!" Sub said.

"We can detonate them all together too! Yes, let's do that!"

Bara agreed.

As the Bomber trio, now that their leader had been taken out, the remaining two members were naturally sitting on pins and needles.

No one knew when they might encounter Riku next.

As long as Riku was in this game, it meant their chances of collecting all the cards to clear it were practically zero.

Instead, because they had planted hidden bombs on other players, Riku would become a savior, allowing him to farm a massive amount of goodwill.

He might even gather a large number of followers, making their card collection exponentially more difficult.

Whether for revenge or to clear the game and claim that excessive 50 billion bounty, they had to eliminate Riku.

"Mm, we need to act according to the situation and be as careful as possible!"

Bara nodded in agreement.

"Hehe, I heard the bar got some new drinks in today. Aren't you going to buy everyone a round?"

Suddenly.

A soft chuckle came from not far away.

The two, who were keeping extremely low profiles, had their expressions change slightly. Impressively, they saw two figures approaching them.

One had a bizarre cross-star mark between his eyebrows, and the other wore a clown's attire.

They behaved exceptionally relaxed and free, sitting down very comfortably at the duo's table.

"Who are you?"

Sub and Bara's expressions instantly soured. Clearly, the opponents had come specifically for them.

In situations like this, it was rarely a good thing.

"Don't mind us, we just want to discuss a collaboration with you two. Because to some extent, our goals are the same. We both want to kill that little guy."

The arrivals were impressively Chrollo and Hisoka.

He smiled faintly at the two.

"I don't know what you're talking about. And I have no interest in collaborating with you. Farewell!"

Bara gave the two a cold glance, stood up, and turned to leave.

"Possessing the ability to plant bombs, yet needing to do things so stealthily... One can imagine you won't amount to much in the end. Why not lend your abilities to me instead?"

Chrollo suddenly smiled.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Let's go!"

Chrollo's words instantly made the duo's expressions turn extremely ugly.

Because the fact that they were the Bombers was something impossible to be public knowledge; besides themselves, no one else knew. Yet now, this fact came from the mouth of this unfamiliar man before them. How could it not make their flesh crawl and fill them with wariness?

If the people in this bar knew they were the Bombers, they wouldn't even need these two to act; they would instantly be mobbed and become public enemies.

The Bomber's reputation outside was simply too notorious; many players had been blown to pieces for offending the Bomber.

Moreover, aside from Riku, there was absolutely no one else in the entire game who could deal with these time bombs they had planted.

The two stood up and prepared to leave, but suddenly their knees gave way, and intense pain shot through them, causing them to fall straight to their knees on the spot.

Unbeknownst to them, two crimson playing cards were impressively lodged in their knees.

"Truly lacking in manners. Since we came all this way, not only do you not buy us a drink, but you try to leave just like that."

The corners of Hisoka's mouth curled up, revealing a wicked smile.

"Damn it! These two bastards are specifically targeting us. Then die—"

Sub roared low, forcefully standing up and attacking Chrollo and Hisoka.

Pfft! Pfft!

Only two flashes of red light were seen in the air, and suddenly, two more blood-colored cards had directly struck Sub's limbs.

The immense pain made the two want to scream, but as soon as they opened their mouths, they found their screams produced absolutely no sound.

A thin, invisible membrane covered their mouths, isolating all sound.

In this noisy bar, absolutely no one noticed the two in the corner.

"Who exactly are you!!"

At this moment, Bara and Sub's expressions became incredibly terrified, losing their previous savagery and ferocity.

They finally realized that the two guys sitting before them were absolutely monsters they couldn't deal with.

In this game, the opponents hadn't used any cards, merely using their innate attacks to easily strip the two of their combat capabilities.

"Our names? You don't need to know. The time for you to choose has arrived. I will choose one of you to survive. May I ask, between you and your friend, who wants to live?"

Chrollo looked at the two with a smile.

Sub and Bara's faces instantly lost all color, becoming deathly pale. Their entire bodies trembled violently.

Two minutes later.

Four figures walked out of the bar.

"Leaving in such a hurry after only having one drink is really quite a buzzkill."

Hisoka smacked his lips, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Don't worry. Once we deal with that guy Riku, I'll treat you to a three-day, three-night drinking binge. And regarding our agreement, we will have a battle then, fulfilling your wish."

Chrollo smiled faintly.

The one surviving beside him was impressively Sub, but at this moment, his expression was uglier than death.

His eyes were filled with terror and despair.

Because during the choice just now, Bara declared he would never betray a teammate, even to death.

And then... Bara died.

Right in front of him, his head was sliced open by that bizarre crimson playing card. The brain matter even splattered on his face, terrifying Sub silly on the spot.

So he agreed without any hesitation.

To hell with brotherhood, to hell with "we ask not to be born on the same year, month, and day, but ask to die on the same year, month, and day."

Let it all blow away with the wind. His two brothers were already dead, and he didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

And then.

What left Sub dumbfounded was that his clearly dead brother was suddenly pierced by numerous fine threads, and his previously sliced-open head was rapidly stitched together.

Then, exactly like a corpse experiencing a false resurrection, he came back to life. However, the opponent's lifeless, vacant eyes gave an incredibly unsettling feeling.

And he was 100% certain that the guy who came back to life was absolutely not his former brother, but more like a walking corpse puppet.

Now.

He was supporting the staggering puppet, following Chrollo and his companion out of the bar.

And Bara's ability had been directly copied into Chrollo's Bandit's Secret... He had directly stolen the opponent's ability.

"I hope so, hehe."

Hisoka grinned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

...

On the other side.

Half a month later.

Gon and Killua finally met Biscuit's requirements and dug a tunnel to arrive here.

The strength of the two had noticeably improved compared to before.

Riku also surprisingly noticed new differences in their traits.

Killua comprehended [Lightning Nen] - Purple, and Gon comprehended [Charged Power Punch] - Gold!

Which was Gon's new ultimate move, Jajanken!

As expected of the Children of Destiny in this world.

Gon and Killua had both made immense strides, and through learning, they could continuously generate completely new abilities.

"Riku! We finally meet again! We've improved a lot this time. Even Instructor Biscuit praised our progress."

Gon was extremely excited.

"Riku!! I challenge you!!"

Killua spoke first.

"Uh..."

Riku was somewhat helpless. Wasn't this just someone offering a pillow when you're sleepy? He was just preparing to find an excuse to spar with the two little guys.

He hadn't expected the two little guys to actually serve themselves up.

"Alright, now is exactly the time to test if you've made progress during this period."

Riku smiled and cracked his knuckles.

To farm a Gold trait and a Purple trait from these two little guys wouldn't waste his time lying flat and gaining rank during this period.

Ring ring ring~! Ring ring ring!

Just as Riku was preparing to make his move, his communicator suddenly sounded.

"Oh?"

Riku glanced curiously at his communication interface. Impressively, an avatar was flashing on it.

"Huh? This guy?"

Riku was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected this guy to initiate contact with him after being in the game for so long.

And it seemed he had encountered some very tricky trouble.

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