HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

Collectors. Damn those greedy collectors!

The world was full of these *** collectors, making everything ten times more troublesome for him.

If it weren't for their insatiable greed, leaving no room for those who came after them, would Cyr be struggling to find something like this now?

How annoying.

In the grass beneath his feet, a venomous snake oblivious to human moods slithered forward. Spotting the pale, delicate legs of a human, it couldn't resist biting. Yet its sharp fangs failed to even pierce the skin.

The white-haired boy let out an exasperated laugh, spreading his fingers to cover his face. Only his low chuckles could be heard.

Kill them all.

Through the gaps in his fingers, his piercing blue eyes shone with an icy killing intent.

A dark-blue energy began to swirl around him, forming a gravitational pull so strong that the others nearby struggled to maintain their footing. They had to dig their heels into the ground, leaving deep indentations, to stop themselves from being dragged toward him.

But not everything around them had the same ability.

Kite clutched his hat with one hand, while the others behind him covered their heads protectively.

The pulling sensation on their scalps sent shivers down their spines. No one wanted to end up bald, right?

In the overgrown grasslands of the southwest, teeming with venomous snakes, the intense gravitational pull tore through everything. Grass, snakes, and shrubs were all uprooted and sent hurtling toward Cyr.

A glowing blue sphere of energy expanded and pulsed, its pull so overwhelming that even the tall trees and their hidden serpentine residents were shredded to pieces.

Cyr's posture resembled that of a conductor leading an orchestra, his hands outstretched.

The massive sphere of debris grew larger and larger until, with a light wave of his hand, he sent it flying far into the distance.

A flash of red light followed. The ball of debris had barely hit the ground before another explosive burst of energy obliterated it.

The deafening boom echoed across the area, leaving a massive crater in the distance. The shattered rocks and uneven ground bore witness to what once existed there.

"Not playing around anymore," Cyr said, the smile vanishing from his face as he turned to Maro, his expression cold.

"Find out who's hoarding Crystal Feather Bones."

One by one, he'd pay them a visit. Someone had to have what he needed.

And if he ended up wanted as a serial killer? So be it.

He could always become the world's ultimate villain—kill anyone who came after him, challenge Netero to a final duel, lose and rot in prison, or win and eat a nuke.

Wait.

The thought of eating a nuke cooled his head somewhat. He wasn't sure he could survive that.

And if a bunch of people came at him shouting about friendship or bonds or whatever nonsense, well… there wouldn't be much to say.

Still, it didn't need to come to that. He had no intention of becoming like Sukuna, a villain despised for thousands of years, ancient or modern.

Unless, of course, he decided to ditch humanity altogether and head to the Dark Continent to hang out with magical beasts.

"I understand," Maro replied crisply. He immediately turned and grabbed his phone, calling the information specialists in the Pelisha family.

Since returning from Yorknew, Cyr had shown no hesitation in leveraging the Pelisha family's resources.

Kite, the seven other team members, and their dog all glanced at him, sensing his oppressive mood but unsure what to say.

Telling him to let it go? That wouldn't work.

After all, Cyr had become a professional Hunter at such a young age. Hunters were inherently willful, and given his age, that willfulness was likely doubled.

But his sudden interest in investigating who possessed Crystal Feather Bones... Could he actually be planning to kill and loot them?

"Well, since they're extinct, there's no point in us lingering here either," Cyr exhaled slowly, watching the dust settle from the explosion. His mood seemed to calm somewhat.

"Hey, Kite, let's take a photo together," he said with a smile, pulling out a camera.

Though Cyr had little impression of Kite, he couldn't ignore the silver-haired scythe-wielding figure. Characters like him, with striking features and flashy weapons, were never just background extras. Perfect for his "collection."

"A photo? With me? That's not really nec—"

Kite, adjusting his hat nervously, tried to refuse, but before he could finish, Cyr had already pulled him close, forcing him to bend down slightly.

With a loud click, the moment was captured.

Kite's face was full of shock, his hat tilted askew, while Cyr grinned brightly, looking as if he had just pulled off the perfect prank.

"Let's go, Maro." With a small push off the ground, Cyr disappeared in an instant.

"Wait for me, sir!" Maro yelled, clutching the little tiger cub as he hurried to catch up.

Kite stood in silence for a moment, fixing his hat. "Strange kid."

Even after such a short time together, Kite felt like he had a decent grasp of Cyr's personality: willful, self-centered, completely unconcerned with others, and yet managing to make it seem perfectly natural.

"If he were a bit older, he'd be my type," the pink-haired woman said, blowing a bubble with her gum, her tone ambiguous.

"What?!"

"Are you serious?"

The rest of the group stared at her in disbelief.

"Of course—" The girl continued chewing her gum, holding her laptop bag.

"You tell me," she teased, leaving her intent unclear.

How were they supposed to guess? Did she really like that type?

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The Pelisha family's investigation was conducted openly and boldly, meticulously gathering transaction records from auctions over the past few decades to identify buyers and sellers of Crystal Feather Bones.

This activity quickly attracted the attention of several mafia families.

After the events from not long ago, many in the underworld had linked the Pelisha family to "that unmentionable boy." Wasn't their heir still trailing after him?

Rumor even had it that old Pelisha had given Cyr his personal airship.

What kind of close relationship was this? It couldn't just be a business partnership—no one would go that far.

Not even for an illegitimate child would they be this generous.

Several mafia bosses, wary of Pelisha's actions, convened a short meeting via video call. They decided to send a representative to probe the Pelisha family for answers.

The response they received was—

"Because that boy wants Crystal Feather Bones but couldn't find any, he plans to see which collectors might have them. Word is, he's preparing to pay them a visit to borrow some."

Pay them a visit? What happened to the families who got visited before?

Oh, right—they were wiped out.

Who would dare let him visit now? This is a blatant death notice!

"No! Absolutely not!"

One of the people at the meeting slammed the table in anger.

"We cannot give him the chance to come knocking!"

"What should we do?"

"We need to unite and then…"

While the mafia bosses huddled together to plan their next steps, far above the Azian continent, Cyr leisurely reviewed the collected information aboard the slowly cruising airship.

There were only a handful of transactions involving Crystal Feather Bones with actual records. As for the unrecorded private exchanges, it was impossible to trace who had received them.

"The records we do have mostly come from black market auctions, and the buyers are all members of the mafia," Maro explained from the side.

Compared to ordinary people, there were far more mafia members into macabre collections, and something like Crystal Feather Bones—beautiful yet poisonous—perfectly aligned with their aesthetics.

"Then we'll visit them one by one," Cyr said dismissively, barely glancing at the list of names before lazily closing his eyes.

The names of those about to die weren't worth remembering.

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