In the world of Hunter x Hunter, legitimate wealthy individuals generally fall into three categories.
The first category consists of those who use military or political means to monopolize a nation or region, continuously extracting immense wealth by "squeezing the people dry."
The second category comprises Nen users who utilize their "scarcity" to provide services to the rich and powerful, thereby acquiring wealth that ordinary people could never hope to achieve in a lifetime.
As for the final category, it is, of course, the ubiquitous merchant class, earning profits through the production and sale of various goods.
Clearly, the billionaire Battera belonged to the latter.
Relying on his exceptional vision, intellect, and philosophy, he had successfully built a vast commercial empire before the age of fifty. He was the quintessential "winner at life," the object of envy and resentment for countless others.
However, as he grew older, the growth of wealth could no longer provide him with any excitement or joy. Instead, an indescribable sense of emptiness and loneliness gradually surged within him.
As the saying goes, human needs always change according to the shifts in living conditions and environment. When a person becomes extremely rich in material terms, they naturally pursue spiritual satisfaction at any cost.
For a long time, Battera believed he was the luckiest man in the world. Not only had he achieved unprecedented success in his career during his prime, but in his later years, when he most needed companionship, he had met a "true love"—a young girlfriend who didn't covet his fortune.
Unfortunately, these beautiful, sweet, dreamlike days did not last long before they were interrupted by a terrible catastrophe.
At this moment, this world-renowned billionaire was standing in a high-level intensive care unit. He stared with gaze full of pity and affection at the girl lying on the hospital bed, a girl young enough to be his granddaughter. After several minutes, he asked without turning his head, "Tsezguerra, do you think this young man named Allen truly has the ability to cure her?"
"Apologies, Battera-san, I don't know much about his specific abilities. I only know that he has been extremely active recently, even earning the title of Grim Reaper among dangerous fugitives worldwide. Anyone targeted by him has a 100% capture rate and a 100% death rate. This includes B-rank and A-rank threats. Even the Phantom Troupe was recently wiped out."
Tsezguerra held nothing back, pouring out all the intelligence he had just gathered. After all, the circle of Hunters and Nen users was small; any significant movement spread instantly. One could find out quite a bit just by paying a small fee on the Hunter Website.
"The Grim Reaper? So he's a Bounty Hunter!" Battera was momentary stunned.
Tsezguerra nodded slightly. "Exactly. Judging by his actions since obtaining his license, his style aligns with that of a Bounty Hunter. However, from what I know, this young man is only fifteen years old. He's likely deciding what to do based purely on interest. Additionally, he must be quite capable; otherwise, he wouldn't have earned a single star on his license, just like me."
"In other words... I can allow myself to be a little hopeful, right?" Battera turned around, subconsciously clenching his fists, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and excitement.
"Certainly. A Hunter like him wouldn't give a promise lightly. Once he does, it means he has some kind of gra—"
Before Tsezguerra could finish his sentence, the ward door was suddenly pushed open. Allen, dressed in casual sportswear, walked straight in and asked with a smile, "I presume you are Battera-san?"
"Yes. That's me. As long as you can wake her up, I will immediately grant any request you have," Battera promised without hesitation.
"No problem, leave it to me. Please step back a little."
Without another word, Allen cleared the space around the bed. He first produced a bottle of Jungle Remedy, capable of curing all diseases and poisoning, and gently fed it to the girl.
This item was a special drop he had obtained years ago in Stranglethorn Vale from high-level casters at Kurzen's Compound. Since the questline was quite long and required fighting in and out of cramped caves multiple times, he had unknowingly accumulated a large stash.
Normally, if the coma were caused by a disease, this potion should have taken effect within minutes. Unfortunately, five full minutes passed, and the girl on the bed remained motionless, as if deep in sleep.
"Fine, I knew it wouldn't be that simple."
Allen sighed helplessly. He followed up by trying a Healing Potion and several precious Restorative Potions, rewards from the Uldaman prerequisite quests.
Without exception, they all failed. Aside from the patient's pale complexion looking slightly healthier, there wasn't a hint of her waking up.
Furthermore, because Gallery Fake cannot replicate items with extra secondary stats or descriptions containing specific numbers, non-renewable potions like the Restorative and Jungle Remedies were literally "one less with every use." It wasn't that he couldn't conjure them, but the replicated versions lacked the properties and effects of the originals. Much like Kortopi's replicated cards in Greed Island being unable to manifest as physical items, it seemed to be a limitation imposed by some invisible rule.
Interestingly, raw materials without stats or numerical descriptions, such as Sulfuron Ingots or the Eye of Sulfuras, could be replicated perfectly.
Seeing his girlfriend remain unresponsive, Battera finally began to panic. He leaned in and asked nervously, "How is it? Still nothing?"
"Well, how should I put this. The reason this patient cannot wake up isn't actually due to disease or physical trauma. It's a problem with the brain," Allen explained, tapping his temple.
"Brain damage..." Battera trembled uncontrollably at the news. The brain wasn't like other organs; it carried a person's consciousness, memory, and personality. Once it suffered severe trauma, it was almost irreparable.
Just as the billionaire was falling into despair, Allen suddenly began taking off his shirt while grumbling under his breath: "Dammit! It looks like I have to use that ability after all. If I'd known, I wouldn't have wasted those potions."
Before the other two in the room could react, he violently thrust his aura-wrapped left hand into his own abdomen, mangling his internal organs. Stark, bright blood sprayed from the wound.
"What are you doing? Are you insane!" Tsezguerra roared, rushing to shield his employer.
"Shut up! I don't have time to explain! Get out of my line of sight!"
Stimulated by a level of intense pain dozens of times beyond the normal threshold, Allen's face became hideously contorted. He instantly released a terrifying burst of aura that blew Tsezguerra back and launched his ability—Rejection of All Things.
The next second...
A massive, adorable rabbit plushie appeared out of thin air and picked up the girl from the bed. Driven by Allen's powerful subjective will, the damaged parts of the patient's brain were restored to their original state in less than a second.
When the rabbit vanished, the girl's eyelids immediately fluttered, and her arms began to twitch slightly. About ten seconds later, she slowly opened her eyes and sat up, staring at the chaotic scene in the room with a gaze full of confusion and bewilderment.
It went without saying that the long coma had left her mind foggy, unable to grasp the current situation.
Allen, meanwhile, used the superhuman recovery of his Ghoul traits to quickly seal his wound. Grinning through the lingering pain, he stood up, grabbed a towel from a nearby table to wipe the blood off his body, and put his shirt back on.
Once finished, he looked at Battera and said, "I have fulfilled my promise. Now, it's your turn."
"Of... of course! My apologies, I'm just... I'm too overwhelmed."
The billionaire, finally coming to his senses, burst into tears and rushed forward to tightly embrace his "true love." Though he didn't quite understand what had just happened, it no longer mattered.
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