In a certain ruin.
Neon had already been settled down by Chrollo. He and Hisoka furrowed their brows slightly, holding the prophetic poem in their hands.
An important part of the calendar is missing,
The forgotten month will be grandly mourned.
The chrysanthemum and the leaf, beneath the falling sun, wither and fade together,
Lying beside the demon from another world.
The stage play has just begun, And will only stop after the final dancer takes their bow. The Magician and you will lose everything, no one can stop the demon's whispers. The only hope of survival lies in the east. There might be a sliver of life there.
Seeing these haiku-like lines, both n fell into silence.
"The chrysanthemum and the leaf, the falling sun? The demon from another world? The Magician too..."
Hisoka's expression was sowhat ugly.
From the information obtained in this poem, it seed both of their luck was very bad.
"Will lose everything? The Magician... It seems this prophetic poem is talking about you and . We will lose everything, and the sliver of life is in the east...
The demon from another world? Will it annihilate my entire Troupe?"
Chrollo also fell into silence.
Because he had already verified Neon's ability, this kind of power was authentic and reliable.
The Mafia had escaped their assassination attempt back then precisely because of this ability, transferring everything out of the vault in advance.
Of course.
Looking at it now, it wasn't the Mafia who transferred that batch of supplies, but rather that guy, Riku, who reaped the benefits like a fisherman.
"Prophecies are inherently elusive and possess many variables. If this thing was truly absolutely reliable, then she wouldn't have fallen into our hands."
A faint curve ford on the corner of Hisoka's mouth, dismissing it.
Chrollo was about to speak when the communicator beside him rang.
It was a call from mber Phinks.
"How is the situation on your end?"
An inexplicable bad premonition welled up in Chrollo's heart.
Because he had appointed Feitan as the temporary commander, but the one contacting him this ti wasn't Feitan!
"Feitan... is dead... He used his ultimate ability to detonate himself and kill the opponent, Boss! Our losses this ti are too great."
Phinks's voice was low and filled with pain.
"Boss... Feitan is dead..."
"That guy shouldn't have died, but he sacrificed himself for us."
"But fortunately... that monster was killed."
"We must get revenge. All of that guy's family and friends must suffer our wrath. We will send them all to hell."
...
Voices of the other mbers also ca through the communication channels.
They had witnessed Feitan's self-destruction with their own eyes. To cover everyone's escape, that bad-tempered family mber of theirs had sacrificed himself just like that.
This was an unbearable pain in everyone's hearts.
Although they were demons who killed without batting an eye, they treated their Troupe mbers like family.
Since this world chose not to tolerate them, they would destroy the entire world together; this was the purpose of their gathering.
Even if they betrayed the whole world, they would absolutely never betray their own family.
Hearing this, Hisoka's mind shuddered.
He naturally knew this guy Feitan's ability. This guy possessed an explosive power, and even if he were to face it himself, he wouldn't have absolute certainty of winning.
Especially if the opponent chose mutual destruction, he would have almost no chance to dodge.
Of course.
He hadn't seen the specific explosive effect of the opponent with his own eyes, but judging from the information he had gathered these past few days, it must have been incredibly astonishing.
What a pity. The fruit he desired most had actually been destroyed just like that.
Hisoka suddenly felt sowhat angry inside. But right in front of him, Chrollo was also a fruit he wanted to pluck.
Since Riku was already dead, then what he wanted most naturally beca the Boss in front of him.
Just as Hisoka was preparing to make his move, he suddenly noticed Chrollo furrowing his brows tightly, and then activating Neon's ability!
A bizarre pen appeared in front of him, rapidly scribbling sothing down.
The fallen sun becos nourishnt to feed the demon, When everyone is laughing and celebrating, darkness descends. What awaits them is utter despair.
Upon seeing these writings, Chrollo's expression instantly turned incredibly ugly.
His usual calmness and composure vanished entirely.
As long as one wasn't an idiot, they could deduce the relevant prophesied information from these words.
The fallen sun becos nourishnt to feed the demon. Could this be understood as the fallen sun being Feitan, because Feitan's ability was to summon a blazing sun!
In other words, the explosion this ti not only failed to kill the opponent, but highly likely made him even stronger.
When everyone is laughing and celebrating, darkness descends?
This ant that just when his mbers relaxed their guard, that so-called demon from another world would strike again.
But why did the poem give the final answer as—What awaits them is utter despair?
Does that an...
Even if he were present, he wouldn't be able to stop his mbers from dying one by one?
Why?
Why would it be like this?
Could it be that guy was already powerful to the extent that even his entire team wouldn't be his match?
"Hm?"
Hisoka naturally also saw the writing on the paper in Chrollo's hand.
Especially when he saw the end, What awaits them is utter despair, even Hisoka was stunned for a mont.
From this poem, it could be judged that Riku seed not to have died, and might have even grown stronger because of it?
This was simply unbelievable.
How could that guy Feitan's explosive action be blocked? And not only survive, but even beco stronger.
Could it be that Riku truly was a demon from another world?
For the first ti, Hisoka felt confused and bewildered.
"Flee! Phinks, and everyone! The future I see... is that all of us will die!! Run far away, do not stay here! Perhaps... there will be a sliver of life."
Chrollo suddenly spoke up.
But his words instantly left all the other mbers of the entire Troupe dumbfounded.
"What, Boss? Do you even know what you're saying? Telling us to flee, what kind of joke is this? We are the Phantom Troupe!"
"Isn't that monster already blown to bits? What do we have to fear? Does he have even stronger friends?"
"Boss! Right now, choosing revenge is the correct course of action."
"How is that possible! With so much hatred, how could we let it go? Let alone run away."
"Boss... can you explain?"
...
There was a brief silence on the communicator, followed by boiling feedback.
Clearly, upon hearing this news, all the mbers were incredibly shocked and angry.
Because they never in their wildest dreams imagined that the Boss would tell everyone to start running.
Isn't the advantage currently on their side?
If this sentence had co from anyone else's mouth, it would inevitably incur the hatred of the entire Troupe. But this sentence ca from the Boss. Usually, Chrollo possessed imnse prestige within the Troupe.
But even so, when he spoke these words now, all the mbers found it hard to believe.
"That monster... is still alive... The prophetic poem gave guidance. When all of you relax your guard, he will descend, and what awaits you will be utter despair," Chrollo said in a deep voice.
Although he was a demon who killed without batting an eye and had even destroyed multiple cities, listed as one of the most notorious wanted criminals...
He genuinely cared for his mbers from the bottom of his heart.
It was precisely because of his existence that the entire Troupe was firmly kept in check, preventing them from infighting.
But now.
Chrollo suddenly felt inexplicably powerless.
He naturally knew Feitan and Uvogin's strength. Although they were still far behind him, since they both died at the hands of that monster, even if he were present himself, he might not be able to protect the mbers completely.
Choosing to retreat was the wisest decision.
"No! Boss! I won't leave! Uvogin is dead! Nobunaga is dead! Pakunoda is dead!! And Feitan is dead too!! We agreed back when we got together, we'd live and die together!"
"Right!! Damn it!! Even if that guy is very terrifying, if all of us are together, we can definitely stop him."
"Splitting up to run will only let us get caught one by one like mice."
"We can choose to kidnap his family and friends. Even if we die, we can plunge him into absolute agony."
"The Phantom Troupe has never been this cowardly!"
...
On the other end of the communicator, all the mbers were boiling over.
They clearly felt unprecedented resistance to the decision the Boss had just made.
Chrollo fell silent.
He understood.
If he hadn't acquired Neon's ability, he definitely wouldn't have made such a choice.
He was equally confident that if his team was together, they could eliminate any monster in this world.
But after repeatedly verifying the credibility of the prophetic poem, he deeply believed in it.
Abandon the team... head east, only then would there be a sliver of hope for himself?
"..."
Chrollo didn't speak again, rely letting out a long sigh, "Everyone, take care of yourselves."
He was currently like a clay idol crossing a river—unable to even protect himself.
Because from the information deduced from the prophetic poem, both he and Hisoka would lose everything.
This "everything" didn't just include their current social status, but even their lives.
A monster that even he couldn't stop?
"East, let's go, Hisoka... The prophetic poem guides us to make a better choice."
Chrollo stood up, his expression icy.
"Then them..."
Hisoka reminded him.
Normally, as the Boss, Chrollo repeatedly emphasized the importance of all family mbers.
Now, having to abandon his family... it must be quite painful for him.
Leaving now is for a better reunion.
They will understand .
Chrollo didn't speak again, turning and leaving directly.
Hisoka, trailing behind, stayed silent for a few seconds before following.
anwhile, on the side of the other Troupe mbers.
After the explosion, everyone had already gathered together in one direction.
At this mont, everyone's expressions were extrely ugly.
Because in just these short few days, their mbers had died one after another.
Especially just now, when they received the reply from the Boss, actually telling them to choose to scatter and flee, and even telling them the answer given by the prophetic poem was that all of them would die.
"Hehe, ridiculous! Actually prophesying that all of us will die! Even if I die, I won't die so pathetically."
Phinks gritted his teeth.
"But after all, this is what the Boss said, we need to consider..."
Machi fell silent.
"Let's leave, the Boss has never deceived us," Shizuku, the girl with black-rimd glasses, said weakly.
"I won't leave! Feitan is dead, Uvogin is dead. It's obvious that guy is targeting our entire team. If we run, we'll only die faster. Why not resist?"
Franklin gritted his teeth.
Back at the auction, his attacks were completely blocked by the opponent; this scene still left him deeply shaken.
His main ability was Nen bullets; the stronger the aura, the more powerful the bullets fired.
But back then, all his bullets were blocked by the opponent, which ant the opponent's Nen ability was highly likely above his own.
"I agree!"
Bonolenov, covered entirely in bandages, chid in.
"I will stay. Machi, Shizuku, Kortopi, you guys leave first. I've already looked up relevant information about him on the internet, as well as so of his friends and family. Perhaps we don't necessarily have to resort to combat; we can also use negotiation tactics."
Shalnark said in a deep voice.
This ti, he clearly found Riku's information—a Pro Hunter of the Hunter Association—and even cracked the network to find so other details.
Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, and so on!
Perhaps this monster was very powerful himself, but once he had things he cared about, he would beco very weak.
The Phantom Troupe was different; the only thing they cared about was their team mbers, they couldn't care less about anything else.
"Since Feitan is dead, then I'm the boss here! Machi, Shizuku, Kortopi, hurry up and leave! Leave the rest to us, we will deal with this damn bastard!"
Phinks said through gritted teeth.
"But..."
Shizuku wanted to speak, but her wrist was already grabbed by Machi.
"Let's go. Kortopi, we'll leave first. Our strength in a head-on battle is limited. Especially facing that monster, our presence will only hold everyone back."
Machi stated.
"But Machi... we all said we'd live and die together..."
Kortopi murmured.
"It's useless. If the opponent really survived Feitan's explosion, then even with us added, it's completely insufficient. Our only solution is to find even stronger allies to help."
"Stronger allies?"
Machi's words instantly stunned everyone, but then everyone's eyes lit up.
Yes!
Why not seek outside help?
In the past, because their entire team was composed of notorious wanted criminals, and everyone's strength was practically at the absolute top tier in the entire world, they had never even considered the idea of seeking outside help.
"The Zoldyck Family is absolutely impossible. Because that monster is friends with the Zoldyck people. And to find soone who can suppress this monster, unless it's people from the Hunter Association... also impossible..."
But after thinking it over, everyone's faces were filled with gloom.
They simply couldn't think of anyone who would be willing to offend such a monster for a group of wanted criminals like them.
"teor City! Don't forget, teor City has changed hands now. That Sosuke Aizen... As long as we offer enough benefits, he will definitely be willing!"
Machi gritted her teeth. "You guys go. I will use any ans necessary to invite him to assist us in the shortest ti possible, but I'm afraid we'll have to pay a very high price."
"The price doesn't matter anymore! All the funds our team has accumulated over the years can be given to him, even handing teor City over to him is fine, as long as he can kill this monster!" Phinks said through gritted teeth.
"Good! Let's go, Shizuku, Kortopi. Inviting that guy Sosuke Aizen for outside help is our most important task!! Three days, hold on for three days, I will definitely give you an answer!"
Machi called out, leading the two rapidly away.
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