Genthru had only been knocked out, not killed. After all, Ronnel still needed to get the card from his hand.
Ronnel grabbed the unconscious Genthru, pinched his chin, and applied pressure to his throat in a strange way, causing a deep, guttural sound to resonate from his vocal cords.
This technique—manipulating someone's larynx to make them speak while unconscious—was something Ronnel had learned while exploring Braga Canyon with Ging.
As Genthru uttered his last words, his card collection book materialized before Ronnel.
Scanning the dazzling array of cards inside, Ronnel swiftly transferred them to his own card book without hesitation.
And just like that, Genthru was taken out.
Clean. Efficient.
Then came the all-too-familiar ritual of looting the fallen.
Genthru himself yielded three light orbs, while his two companions provided only two each.
Nen abilities and a few innate talents.
Genthru's own ability, [Little Flower], was precisely what Ronnel had been hoping for.
As Genthru and his companions' bodies dissolved into stardust, scattering into the night sky—signifying their Game Over—Ronnel noticed several lights approaching from the distance.
Judging by their numbers, it wasn't just Gon and the others. Goreinu and Tsezguerra were arriving too.
At that moment, Ronnel's card book emitted a communication alert.
"Ronnel, we found a Nen master. Meet at the base this time tomorrow."
"Got it."
After acknowledging Shalnark's message, Ronnel ended the communication.
...
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner of Masadora...
"Hmm?"
A player, clad in a face-concealing hat and a peculiar one-piece outfit, had just finished dealing with some members of the Phantom Troupe. His eyes suddenly sharpened.
A misty shape slipped out from under his robe.
"The beast that devoured Genthru's bomb is... gone?"
(T/N: We're probably talking about: The bomb is then conjured and its countdown timer starts at 6000. The timers are linked to his victims' pulses, counting down faster if their heart rates increase. When it reaches 0, the target explodes from the inside, with the blast being ten times more powerful than that of Little Flower. In order to nullify this ability, the victim needs to touch Genthru and say, "I caught the Bomber". Genthru can detonate the bombs at any time.)
Confusion flickered in his gaze.
"I never even got close to Genthru to trigger the conditions for "I caught the Bomber," yet the ability just vanished. Could it be..."
A thought struck him, and he immediately summoned his card book. After using some spell cards to check the latest rankings, he discovered that the player who had collected the most cards had erased Genthru.
"Who the hell is this player? I've never heard of a name that strange..."
Suspicious, he continued searching, but Genthru's name had completely disappeared.
"So he really got eliminated?"
He exhaled, his tense body relaxing slightly.
When a Nen user dies, their abilities usually vanish along with them.
Of course, in rare cases, lingering Nen can persist and even grow stronger.
But that was uncommon. More often than not, abilities simply disappeared—just like now.
"I just took a contract for Nen removal. I was worried about the backlash from handling two removal jobs at once, but this timing couldn't be better. Looks like fortune is on my side."
"Even if I can't earn the full 50 billion Jenny for clearing the game, I can still make a fortune by eliminating Nen abilities. I should check out who took down Genthru and his group."
Right now, they were probably basking in the thrill of victory. It wouldn't be wise to interrupt them and risk becoming a casualty myself.
Still, even if he wasn't interested in taking advantage of the situation, others certainly were.
As Gon and his team landed and exchanged greetings, Ronnel and Killua simultaneously looked toward the sky.
Several streaks of light were descending towards them.
Killua smirked, casually resting his hands behind his head. "Gutsy move~"
The group collectively gazed at the approaching figures with expressions of pity.
"They're weak."
As the lights touched down, Killua and the others immediately assessed the newcomers' strength.
Disappointingly feeble.
But as the glow faded, revealing the figures inside, their reactions changed to understanding.
A handful of shabby-looking players, their faces marked by battle scars, emerged hesitantly.
They took one glance at Killua's group before awkwardly averting their eyes, forcing smiles onto their faces.
"Did they really send half-baked Nen users to scout first?"
Killua lost interest immediately. "Guess the guys behind them have at least some brains."
Ignoring the cowering newcomers, Ronnel turned to Gon.
"Gon, all of Bomber's cards are here. You should take them."
He gestured to the open card book, offering it to Gon.
But Gon hesitated, looking troubled instead of reaching for the cards.
"Ronnel, you got "Plot of Beach" for us, and you were the one who defeated Genthru. That means these cards should belong to you."
"I barely contributed... taking them just doesn't feel right."
Scratching his head, Gon looked conflicted.
"Well, you really didn't do much~" Ronnel nodded matter-of-factly, completely unfiltered in his response.
Bisky: "..."
Killua: "..."
Wasn't that a bit too blunt!?
"That said, I know the creator of these cards personally. If I need them, I can just ask them directly. The reward for clearing the game doesn't really matter to me."
Ronnel patted Gon on the head. "Don't overthink it. If it's something I want, no one can take it from me. And if I don't want it, I won't even bother."
His tone was calm, but to Goreinu and Tsezguerra, his words carried an undeniable weight.
Hearing that, Gon nodded firmly.
Then, he began transferring the cards into his book.
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