With that in mind, Ronnel clicked the accept button.
...
At the same time—
"Bisky, is it really okay for us to bother Ronnel?" Gon asked, sounding a little hesitant.
"What's the problem? After playing around for over a month, it's time to get serious. Besides, what's wrong with a master calling on their apprentice for help?"
Bisky responded nonchalantly.
Gon thought about it for a moment and realized she had a point, so he didn't argue further.
Just then, they saw the communicator in the book connect.
As expected, Ronnel didn't waste time with unnecessary greetings. After Bisky gave him a quick rundown of the situation, he immediately used Accompany to teleport himself and Shizuku to their location.
"So, we need to gather fifteen people, right?"
Ronnel glanced at Shizuku, then nodded to himself.
"Counting us, that makes five."
"There's also a strong guy named Goreinu. Killua and I were planning to recruit Tsezguerra and his group, which would bring us up to ten!" Gon said, holding up ten fingers.
Killua nodded in agreement. "In this 15-player match, we can guarantee at least eight wins. For the remaining five, we can send them back to the real world as an excuse. That should be enough to make up the numbers."
With his hands behind his head, Killua smirked. "Originally, we considered asking Milluki to join, but he hates sports events so much that he'd rather not get a card than participate. Ridiculous, right?"
"I'm fine with it," Ronnel said simply, showing no particular enthusiasm but no objections either. "Any event works."
Razor… Aside from Ging, Emuksu, Ickshonpe, and the initial commentator Elena, he was another of Ging's old companions that the group would encounter.
When Razor activated his Nen, changed the rules, and turned this into a multiplayer dodgeball battle, the real challenge would begin.
After Ronnel agreed, Shizuku gave a casual nod, indicating she was in as well.
With that settled, Gon and Killua used their cards to track down Tsezguerra and his team.
During their search, they stumbled upon something unexpected: while the game identified someone as Chrollo, it was actually Hisoka in disguise. That was an issue for another time.
When Killua and Gon found Tsezguerra's group, they were impressed by how much stronger they'd become. The four members of the team gladly accepted the invitation—getting their hands on the card early.
With the team assembled, everyone focused on their training for the next week.
With Ronnel, Shizuku, and Bisky on board, they had a well-rounded lineup capable of filling in for any event.
By the end of the training period, Killua used a Leave Card as an incentive, bringing in a few more inexperienced Nen users who were desperate to escape Greed Island.
Meanwhile, in the warehouse gym beneath the lighthouse, Razor—dressed in a white tank top and sneakers—was working out when he noticed Gon and Killua arriving with a new team.
"Back again, Mr. Razor!" Gon greeted him confidently. "This time, we're definitely going to win!"
"Oh?" Razor narrowed his eyes, a smirk forming on his face.
Beside him stood a massive, overweight man with fresh burn scars on his head. His furious glare was filled with barely contained aggression.
Killua, unfazed by the intense stare, responded with a bright, toothy grin.
"You little brat! You think you can challenge me again? I won't let you escape this time!"
"Relax, I'll have a proper sumo match with you this time," Killua teased, completely at ease.
Ignoring their exchange, Razor took a step forward, a ball in his hand, and got straight to business.
"So, you're here to challenge us? If you want us to leave, then beat us fair and square. Win eight games, and we'll walk away voluntarily."
As he spoke, Razor's gaze drifted to Ronnel, standing at the back of the group.
'This guy… he's the strongest one here, isn't he? His aura… even though he's suppressing it, I can feel the weight of it.'
A sense of wariness grew in Razor's mind.
'They're way stronger than the players from the outer island who came before. Since when did masters of this caliber enter Greed Island? Shouldn't Elena have warned us about someone who exceeds the strength of a GM?'
In the starting area of Greed Island, Elena sipped her tea and glanced at the message from a familiar blond man on the screen next to her.
The entire conversation between the two was displayed in full.
Elena: "Ging, a seriously strong player has entered Greed Island."
Ging: "Is he a young guy wearing a black trench coat? Looks about twenty? Not quite as handsome as me?"
Elena: "...Yes. You know him?"
Ging: "Hahaha! If it's that guy, don't worry about it. No need to notify Razor. He won't cause any trouble."
Elena: "Why's that?"
Ging: "Because he's just as much of a bastard as I am, hahaha!"
Elena stared at the last line, muttering to herself, "If he's just as much of a bastard as Ging… then he's probably trouble."
But—she hesitated before silently adding—he's not a bad person, either.
A player stronger than a GM should have caught her attention, yet instead of taking action, she had immediately reported the situation to Ging. That alone proved how much influence he had within their circle.
Since Ging said it wasn't a problem, there was no need to interfere.
"If something happens, it's on Ging, not me!"
Because of that decision, Razor had received no warning from Elena. He had no idea that someone like Ronnel had entered the game.
'Regardless… I'd better stay on guard and ask Elena about it after the match.'
------------
+410 chapters on patreon.com/FanficsHub