Reborn in HXH: I Plundered Infinite Traits

"It's you!?"

Hisoka's puppet's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Ulquiorra standing beside Riku.

He would never forget this man in his life. This was the man who severed his arm in the Heaven's Arena, subjecting him to unprecedented humiliation.

Ever since that day, he had been tormented internally day and night.

The humiliation of his defeat at the Heaven's Arena forced him to choose to cooperate with Chrollo, considering Ulquiorra his greatest enemy in life.

But now.

He never dreamed that the guy he considered his greatest enemy would actually be standing behind his prey.

In the posture of a subordinate?

Hisoka felt his brain couldn't quite process this.

What exactly is going on?

Does this guy have some kind of relationship with Riku?

He couldn't help but recall everything that happened at the Heaven's Arena, but from beginning to end, he had never found any connection between Ulquiorra and Riku.

And also.

That handsome middle-aged man.

Sosuke Aizen!

The number two target on the entire Troupe's kill list!

After Machi and the others arrived in Meteor City, they vanished without a trace. Recently, Chrollo had also attempted to contact them, but there hadn't been any information from start to finish.

As a member of the Troupe, Hisoka was naturally aware of what had transpired during this time.

But he never dreamed that Aizen, regarded as a great enemy, was actually in Riku's team as well?

What exactly is going on? What happened?

Why had everything far exceeded his expectations?

And that Panther King, the blue-haired guy with an incredibly ferocious look in his eyes, who had also achieved a perfect record in the Heaven's Arena.

It was just a pity that Hisoka didn't have the chance to fight him back then, but he never expected that guy to actually appear here now.

Also standing behind Riku in the posture of a subordinate!

Compared to Hisoka's shock, Chrollo was also in disbelief.

He had already gathered information on Aizen and even made corresponding arrangements on how to deal with Riku and Aizen, including helping Hisoka avenge himself and hunt down Ulquiorra.

This series of events needed to be completed step-by-step, in a gradual sequence; the pacing was key.

Because the strength of every single one of these targets was incredibly astonishing. Even as the leader of the team, Chrollo didn't have absolute confidence in achieving 100% completion; he could only take it one step at a time.

But he never dreamed that before he could even take that first step, all the enemies among his targets would actually appear before him all at once.

As if they had reached some sort of agreement, they all belonged to Riku's faction.

This was what made Chrollo's scalp tingle.

Moreover.

Chrollo saw with his own eyes former members of his team, Machi and Shizuku!

But at this moment, the look these two girls gave him was exceptionally cold and foreign, as if they were completely different people.

Proficient in puppetry, Chrollo naturally understood that something he couldn't predict had highly likely happened to them.

"They are no longer our former team members; it's highly likely they've been subjected to some form of control!"

Hisoka reminded him.

At this moment, the look Chrollo gave Riku was filled with undisguised hatred.

Everything else, be it money, fame, or fortune, was unimportant to him. What he truly considered the most important part of his life was his Phantom Troupe!

It was every single member of the team.

But now, these members he viewed as family had died one by one, mostly killed by Riku's hunting, and the two members before him had also fallen victim to Riku's poisonous hands.

"Release Machi and Shizuku! We can talk!"

Chrollo stared fixedly at Riku and gritted his teeth. Even though this body was a puppet, one could see that his true emotions were far from calm; he had long lost his usual composure.

"Oh? Talk? Are you planning to ask for Machi and Shizuku back? Why don't you ask for their opinion? Machi, Shizuku, are you willing to go back?"

Riku smiled faintly.

"We will forever be loyal to Master, and will use everything to protect Master."

Machi and Shizuku spoke in unison, their eyes vacant.

They had been defeated in Riku's Nen Game, meaning their personas had been lost to Riku.

There were only two ways to regain their freedom.

One was for Riku to actively release his control over them.

The other was for Riku to die, causing the ability of this mobile Nen Game to vanish.

There was no third way.

Hearing the voices of the two women, Chrollo felt as if his heart were bleeding.

He hadn't expected his former companions to end up in such a state.

"Is there not even the slightest chance for peace talks?"

Chrollo gritted his teeth.

"From the moment you plotted to ambush me, wasn't it already destined that there would be no chance? If I were the one defeated, my situation probably wouldn't be any better than theirs, right?

In this dog-eat-dog world, do you think I would believe in so-called mercy?"

Riku sneered.

Chrollo's so-called familial bonds, and those like Nobunaga and Uvogin who he had killed back then...

The bond between them seemed quite good, even willing to sacrifice everything for their teammates. Looking at it this way, it seemed somewhat touching.

But compared to the crimes they committed, it was absolutely unpardonable.

All members of this Troupe were world-class wanted criminals, guilty of the most heinous crimes.

Even Machi and Shizuku!

Although they were girls, the number of people who died by their hands was not small.

For example, the adorkable Shizuku. If Riku hadn't appeared, Baise and those bodyguards would have been killed by Shizuku. And the opponent could even clean the floor spotless without any emotional fluctuation after killing those people.

No one who comes out of Meteor City is normal.

In an avalanche, no single snowflake is innocent.

This world doesn't believe in tears.

Especially... crocodile tears.

"Then it seems we have absolutely no chance for peace talks. In that case... let's fight to the death!!"

Chrollo's expression became exceptionally cold.

Tsezguerra moved first!

He directly pulled out his magic book, preparing to release the corresponding magic cards.

The mainstream combat method in this world was still using magic cards. Especially for these ordinary players, the buffs provided by magic cards far exceeded their own combat power.

Chrollo understood even more that the only way to deal with Riku's magnificent super dream team, and perhaps even defeat them, was by relying on these cards.

Crack!

But just as Tsezguerra took out his magic book and was preparing to select an attack card, his movement froze instantly.

He stood blankly in place, his eyes wide, his face filled with an expression of disbelief.

Although he had already been killed by Chrollo, even as a puppet, he retained a portion of his own emotions.

He looked in bewilderment at the sharp claws protruding from his chest.

His entire person, from his right shoulder to his left abdomen, was like a cake sliced open by steel claws.

Blood spurted from the wound, flesh rolling back!

The bones and organs within his body were rapidly severed and crushed; this fatal wound even pierced his heart.

Under the incredibly shocked gazes of the other players, they watched in terror as the former Clearance Team leader, the powerhouse Tsezguerra, was diagonally split into two halves, falling to the ground with a splat, dead beyond dead!

And behind Tsezguerra stood a figure with blue hair. One of his hands was covered in blood, and his face bore a cruel, beast-like expression.

Panther King Grimmjow!

Riku's Nen Beast!

Riku was no stranger to sneak attacks. Moreover, Grimmjow was originally geared towards speed enhancement, making him most adept at executing these kinds of dirty sneak attacks.

Chrollo and Hisoka's expressions changed drastically.

Especially Hisoka. He had noticed Grimmjow back at the Heaven's Arena, but he never dreamed this guy was so powerful!

The speed at which the opponent just attacked Tsezguerra was simply unimaginable. If used against him, he would likely be heavily injured as well.

Although this was merely a puppet unable to exert his full true strength, that Grimmjow's combat power was absolutely on par with his true body!

"Attack! As long as you kill them, I will defuse all the bombs on you, otherwise you all must die! Anyone who doesn't attack within three seconds dies immediately!"

Chrollo shouted sternly.

The expressions of the players present instantly filled with immense fear.

Because they had just witnessed Grimmjow's terrifying combat power with their own eyes. Not to mention, this was only one person from Riku's team attacking; there were several others who hadn't made a move.

Their strength couldn't even compare to Tsezguerra. Attacking in this situation felt no different from courting death.

But time waited for no one. In the instant they were deliberating...

Rumble! Rumble!

Chrollo directly ordered the Bomber to detonate a few players who showed the most hesitation. Those guys were instantly blown into bloody messes, their severed limbs flying everywhere.

This terrifying scene instantly jolted the hesitating players awake!

"Kill—Kill—"

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die yet! Don't kill me!"

"If we don't go kill those guys now, we'll die immediately. Although going to kill those guys means death, at least we can live a little longer."

"Kill them!!"

...

These players finally woke up, screaming frantically one by one like cornered prisoners.

Everyone understood that today, they were fighting for their lives here!

But unfortunately.

From the moment they had bombs planted on them, it was destined that they had completely lost their qualifications for the game.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!!

Machi made her move.

She abruptly opened her hands, and her 10 fingers flicked rapidly.

Instantly, threads almost invisible to the naked eye shot out in all directions. The oncoming players, unable to dodge in time, were instantly pierced by these threads and let out agonizing screams.

These ordinary players were no different from noobs; they didn't even have a chance to get close to Riku.

From over ten meters away, they were completely restrained by Machi using those transparent threads.

However, Riku could still clearly see that all these guys had bombs on them, and the countdowns on those bombs were rapidly decreasing.

If the bombs exploded at this distance, it would still cause astonishing damage.

"Release!!"

Chrollo ordered.

The two Bombers released their bombs simultaneously.

Rumble!

Rumble!!

Rumble!!

In an instant.

Deafening explosions rang out, and balls of fire frantically stacked upon each other.

Every single player had a time bomb planted on them, and when these bombs converged, they unleashed an even more astonishingly destructive effect.

Looking from afar, one could clearly see a mushroom cloud slowly rising in the distance.

Chrollo and Hisoka were directly blasted back by the aftermath of the bomb explosions.

Massive amounts of smoke and dust billowed up, and scorching shockwaves swept in all directions.

The previous screams of those players were drowned out and swallowed by the sound of the bomb explosions.

After all this smoke and dust cleared, a large number of severed limbs and pieces of shattered flesh could be seen scattered on the ground.

Very quickly, these flesh and severed limbs rapidly refreshed.

Players who died here would directly die in reality as well.

The previous plains had vanished, replaced by a massive crater nearly 500 meters in diameter.

The surrounding rocks and trees were also completely blasted into smithereens.

Chrollo and Hisoka's puppets both looked somewhat battered, even suffering significant burns on their bodies.

Because the explosion just now was simply too fast.

And the two Bombers who came with them had died on the spot.

A Bomber blown to death by his own bomb; it was somewhat ironic.

But such was reality.

Neither of the two spoke, merely staring fixedly at the center of the explosion.

Within the blast radius of this terrifying magnitude, let alone people, even steel would be directly melted.

The two even believed that even a powerhouse of Netero's level would absolutely be injured in such a terrifying explosion.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared.

The scene within the depression gradually became clearer.

The scorched earth still bore the scars of the explosion.

It's just that...

Within this deep crater of the explosion, there was only scorched earth left. Not a single severed limb or broken body could be seen.

Could they... all have been blown to death? Vanishing without a trace?

Chrollo and Hisoka's expressions changed slightly. They couldn't help but exchange a glance, seeing the bewilderment and uncertainty in each other's eyes.

Could this tactic have succeeded?

Directly using human wave bomb tactics to blow all these guys to death?

No!

Based on his understanding, the strength of any of these guys was incredibly astonishing; they shouldn't have been directly blown up without even leaving a corpse behind.

Especially that guy Riku, who even possessed the ability to rapidly repair his own body. How could this be?

Chrollo and Hisoka quickly scanned their surroundings.

"Oh, I might have to disappoint you. We didn't die just now, but... your explosion just now reminded me of the New Year's fireworks in my hometown."

Suddenly.

A familiar voice came from ahead.

Chrollo and Hisoka's expressions changed drastically.

Like seeing a ghost, they looked in disbelief at the clearly empty space where the figures of Riku and the others slowly materialized!

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