Reborn in HXH: I Plundered Infinite Traits

"My Lord! Help! M-My Lord—"

Tsezguerra's pained exclamation came through the communicator; it seemed he was heavily injured.

Furthermore, the opponent immediately sent his coordinate location. After exchanging only a few brief words, the communication was cut off.

Riku's expression grew somewhat solemn.

He naturally knew Tsezguerra's strength.

Tsezguerra was the captain responsible for the billionaire Battera's entire G.I. Clearance Team. Even among Pro Hunters, he belonged to the outstanding tier.

He hadn't expected him to be pushed to such a miserable state.

According to his memories, Tsezguerra would be threatened by Genthru's Bomber trio in this game and suffer a setback...

But it absolutely wouldn't reach such a tragic degree.

It seemed his participation had altered the trajectory of this world.

"We need to make a trip. Let's go, Gon, Killua, Biscuit."

After thinking for two seconds, Riku finally made a decision. Because when he initially joined this game, no matter how you looked at it, he owed the billionaire Battera a favor.

Moreover, the opponent not only provided them with the game cards to enter Greed Island but also gave them a massive amount of cash.

The opponent's only request was for him to look after his Clearance Team within this game world.

"Alright!"

Killua and Gon agreed without any hesitation.

...

Greed Island.

Antokiba Plains.

"I've already called for help as you requested, can you let me go now?"

Heavily injured, Tsezguerra looked with terrified eyes at the four men before him, who had peculiar marks on their foreheads.

Two of them were impressively the terrifying Bombers.

But what was even more hair-raising were the other two men with bizarre cross marks between their eyebrows.

These two men looked utterly ordinary, but just half an hour ago, they suddenly descended upon this place and directly attacked Tsezguerra's team.

Even though Tsezguerra had emphasized that he had no intention of opposing them, these individuals remained relentless.

Under these circumstances, Tsezguerra's team fought back, but what dropped everyone's jaws was...

A team of nearly 50 people was entirely defeated by just the four of them, and the one who took action was merely a clown-like man with a cross mark between his eyebrows.

The playing cards in that guy's hands were like deadly weapons, effortlessly severing the limbs of these players.

At this moment on the Antokiba Plains, dozens of players lay on the ground screaming and wailing, dripping with blood, severed limbs scattered everywhere.

The magic books in their hands were also scattered on the ground.

Including Tsezguerra, during the battle just now, they didn't even last three minutes before being defeated by that clown-like man using cards.

Heavily injured!

What truly filled him with horrified despair was that of the entire 50-plus person team, half of them were directly killed.

The method of killing was incredibly bizarre. First, their limbs were severed, then their heads were cut off, and their brains were sliced open right in front of them.

Then, the brains were stored away separately.

These brains were placed into a bizarre compartmentalized locker by the young man with the cross mark who hadn't even attacked.

Witnessing this scene, the other players instantly suffered mental breakdowns. They had thought this game was extremely dangerous, but never in their wildest dreams did they imagine it would be this horrifying!

And what made their flesh crawl even more was that those corpses, missing their brains, actually had their wounds rapidly stitched together under that young man's bizarre manipulation, and then stood back up.

However, the expressions of these reanimated corpses became somewhat vacant, their eyes lifeless, more like walking dead.

Tsezguerra, who had been incredibly tough, completely lost it after seeing this scene.

Not only that.

The opponent also directly ordered the other two to plant bombs on them. Only at this moment did Tsezguerra realize that these two guys planting bombs were the notorious Bombers from before.

One of the Bombers was clearly in a state no different from those reanimated corpses, while the other's expression was filled with terror.

In other words, the true mastermind of this four-person organization was that young man.

Everyone present had time bombs planted on them, interspersed with a group of walking dead.

Tsezguerra felt an unprecedented despair.

A few days ago, he had heard news about Riku, and he never expected Riku to actually possess the ability to defuse the bombs. In reality, the instant the bomb was planted on him, his first thought was hoping to contact Riku. But unexpectedly, that young man directly ordered him to make the call.

At that moment, Tsezguerra also realized that the opponent was likely targeting Riku.

But right now, he had absolutely no choice. If he didn't comply with the opponent, he would soon become one of those walking dead, and even his brain would be scooped out by that guy.

If any members of the Phantom Troupe were present, they would have been able to recognize that the aura of the two actual controllers among these four individuals was very similar to two certain people.

Chrollo and Hisoka.

But in reality, it wasn't them. These two... were puppets controlled by Chrollo, with the control of one given to Hisoka.

During these past days, he hadn't been idle. Instead, he searched everywhere for suitable players and then plundered their abilities.

[Brain Storage Locker]

[Absolute Puppet]

...

These were the abilities he obtained.

Now, he no longer needed to ensure the targets of his blood-creating ability remained alive as he did before; he only needed to ensure their brains survived. And the Brain Storage Locker ability perfectly resolved this weakness.

He only needed to scoop out the brains of the killed targets and place them in the locker to store them long-term.

Then, Absolute Puppet gave Chrollo a remote manipulation ability similar to Shalnark's. He could even hand over the account to other players, such as Hisoka.

Furthermore, after the player infused their own aura into the account, they could elevate the controlled player to a combat level almost identical to their own.

"I'm starting to suspect that you're the greatest nightmare in this world right now, but this makes me look forward to fighting you even more."

Hisoka's puppet suddenly laughed.

Hisoka's true body wasn't here; he was merely casually controlling a killed player.

"Hehe, don't worry, that day will come. This time, our goal is very simple: to see if working together can eliminate this troublesome Riku. If we fail, we'll just have to choose to log off."

Chrollo's puppet said calmly.

"Naturally."

Hisoka grinned.

Hearing these words, Tsezguerra's expression turned incredibly grim. He finally realized he had been completely used. But in this situation, he had absolutely no choice.

Pfft! Pfft!

Just as Tsezguerra was biding his time to make a move, several fine threads directly pierced his limbs, and one even pierced his skull.

Tsezguerra maintained an expression of shocked disbelief. He couldn't understand why, after choosing to cooperate, he still fell victim to the poisonous hands of these two guys.

He had originally planned to give a warning after Riku arrived.

But it seemed all his plans had been in vain!

"M-My Lord!!"

This scene left the other players in the team dumbfounded, their expressions filled with sheer terror.

Especially since every one of them had a bomb planted on them.

"He's here, hehe."

Chrollo's puppet looked up at the sky, a smile inadvertently appearing on the corners of his mouth. This feeling of fighting while controlling a puppet was simply too good.

It was exactly like using drones on a real battlefield to deal with the flesh and blood of soldiers.

Even if he failed, he wouldn't lose anything; at most, he would feel weakened.

Four figures descended rapidly from the sky!

This was using the effect of the Accompany card.

"Four people? It seems things have exceeded our expectations somewhat. The aura of one of them is very strong, significantly stronger than those two little guys."

Hisoka's puppet frowned slightly.

BOOM!

The four figures landed.

Both Hisoka and Chrollo frowned slightly as they looked at the group, their gazes involuntarily pausing on Biscuit.

Because the aura Biscuit carried far exceeded the other players; it was absolutely an existence second only to Riku's tier.

"This is not good. I didn't expect this kid Riku to actually find a helper, and one with such formidable strength."

Hisoka's puppet said in a deep voice.

"My Lord! Help—"

Tsezguerra shouted loudly. At this moment, his hands were impressively pinned by blood-colored cards, looking quite miserable.

In reality, Tsezguerra had already died in that instant just now; he was currently merely being manipulated by Chrollo.

"Oh?"

Riku swept his gaze over the players present, the smile on the corners of his mouth becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

Truly interesting!

Because almost all the players present shared a common trait.

[Time Bomb!] - Purple!

And a countdown was even displayed.

Furthermore, a significant portion of the players had another trait on them. [Human Skin Puppet] - Purple! Description: This player is currently in a state of being manipulated as a puppet and is already dead.

This trait also appeared on Tsezguerra.

What a pity.

He had originally intended to somewhat fulfill his past promise in this game, but he didn't expect them to be so useless.

He couldn't be blamed for this.

Riku sighed.

Looking at the four people opposite him, Riku saw their traits at a glance.

Bomber Puppet - Bara, Bomber - Sub.

Puppet - Chrollo, Puppet - Hisoka.

"Interesting. I didn't go looking for trouble with them, yet they actually came looking for trouble with me."

Riku sneered inwardly.

"Riku! It's Tsezguerra and the others!"

Gon exclaimed softly.

Killua also couldn't help but frown slightly, because this area was stained red with blood, reeking of a pungent metallic scent, with severed limbs scattered on the ground.

Clearly, a fierce battle had just taken place here, and the outcome was self-evident.

"The condition of those players is very bizarre. Their auras are unstable, very strange. Be careful."

Biscuit swept a solemn gaze over the players and warned.

"It seems you've already recognized us. But given the current situation, the advantage should be on our side. Have you considered how to save them?"

Chrollo's puppet looked at Riku and smiled.

The Hisoka puppet beside him narrowed its eyes slightly, like a venomous snake hiding in the dark, ready to launch a fatal strike at any moment.

Although these were merely their puppets, they had invested the vast majority of their Nen into them, allowing them to exert at least eighty to ninety percent of their combat power.

For them, this was equivalent to an important mock exam.

"Save me! Save me!! My Lord, you promised Mr. Battera to protect our Clearance Team!!"

Tsezguerra called out in despair.

"Did you hear that? If you let us take off one of your arms, we'll consider letting all these people go. How about it? This deal shouldn't be too much of a loss for you, right?

Because if I remember correctly, you possess a rapid regeneration ability. Losing an arm shouldn't be a big loss for you."

Chrollo's puppet smiled.

He had acquired a special freezing Nen. Once Riku removed an arm, he would rapidly freeze Riku's wound.

Even if Riku possessed rapid regeneration, he would absolutely be affected and wouldn't be able to regenerate in a short time.

This would significantly increase their chances of winning.

Although this method wasn't honorable, dealing with a monster like Riku, what honor was there to speak of!

"Damn it!!"

"Mr. Riku, you absolutely cannot agree to their conditions. They will never keep their word."

Biscuit warned.

"Wuwuwu... Lord Riku!"

"My Lord, please save us! I have a family and children!!"

"My Lord..."

...

The players present pleaded mournfully one after another.

Watching this scene, Gon felt a pang of sympathy.

But he looked towards Riku. Big Brother Riku showed no intention of indicating anything; instead, his face was filled with contempt and disdain.

"It's a great pity, Tsezguerra, and everyone present. If I had arrived half an hour or earlier, I might have considered such a request. But clearly, your life or death holds absolutely no negotiation value for me.

Moreover, I don't believe corpses are bargaining chips, right?"

Riku smiled.

Hearing these words, Chrollo and Hisoka's expressions changed drastically.

Their painstakingly arranged trap had been seen through by Riku at a single glance?

"It seems all the preparations were useless. Then let's attack together!"

Hisoka's puppet snorted coldly, its gaze sharp and icy.

"Sigh, truly helpless. I originally didn't want to resort to ganging up, but it seems there's no other choice."

Chrollo sighed softly.

These players were either planted with time bombs or turned into corpse puppets; almost all of them were controlled.

"Yes, ganging up! But the ones being ganged up on should be you, right?"

Riku chuckled softly.

Behind him, figures rapidly appeared one after another.

Sosuke Aizen!

Ulquiorra!

Panther King Grimmjow!

Shizuku!

Machi!

...

Seeing this scene, Chrollo and Hisoka's expressions changed drastically.

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