The Strongest Assassin of the Zoldyck Family! Chapter 317 - 317

"Where is this place?"

Sheila glanced around in a hurry.

"Where's Ron?"

She couldn't spot any sign of him at all.

By that ti, Ron had already returned to the outside world. A spherical object appeared in Ron's hand. With just a single thought, the sphere gradually rged into his arm and ford a round emblem-like mark.

"There are two ways to enter Sumas's space.

"One is like this."

Ron extended his hand and made a slicing motion in midair. Imdiately, a door appeared. He could decide which of the six areas it led to. With another thought, the door vanished.

"A door can be opened from the outside or the inside, but there's a fixed anchor point. Wherever you open it in the outside world, that spot becos the anchor. If you go inside and make the door disappear, then reopen it from within, it'll lead back to where it was placed before.

"You can remove or set multiple anchors at will.

"The second way to enter Sumas's space is for to directly envelop myself in Nen. It's faster, but it consus more aura."

Ron withdrew his thoughts and surveyed the surroundings. All traces of Sumas had vanished from that area. Most of the outsider's bodies had been cleared away, leaving only the ruins of the Kurta Clan's settlent and the corpses of its people.

Many of them had died in terrible ways. So had their eyes gouged out, while others lost their heads. By now, the sll of blood had mostly settled, and the stains on the ground had turned a dark red.

Ron couldn't help feeling a little somber.

"A whole clan, wiped out just like that."

Even if Kurapika was still alive out there, Ron rembered how the author once ntioned that on the Black Whale, Kurapika would likely die, along with so mbers of the Phantom Troupe. Back then, Kurapika was still fairly young, unmarried, with no children. If he died, then the Kurta bloodline would end for good.

"But according to the old man, the Scarlet Eyes aren't really a bloodline so much as a disease. If, in the future, soone else gets infected by it during a trip to the Dark Continent, a new group like the Kurta Clan could form, though they might not use that na anymore.

"They were called the Kurta Clan only because the first person infected by the illness was nad Kurta."

Ron turned his attention to a crystal ball in front of him. Its progress indicator was now at ninety percent or so.

Suddenly, he heard a whistling sound from behind. Sothing flew toward him. Dark-red claws sprang up in front—"Eya!"—and t the tal projectile with a tallic clang, then sent it ricocheting away.

Ron looked in the direction of the attack. A young man erged, sizing him up.

"I was told to stay here, never expected to catch anything… but look at that, I really did. You popped up out of nowhere. You never showed any such ability before.

"You're Ron, right? A contestant from Heaven's Arena. Hired by Lajin from the Heil-Ly Family. Back then, that old man took you and soone else away, then vanished. Now here you are, alive. Mind explaining?

"Tell in detail what happened back then. And don't lie—my Nen ability can tell if you're telling the truth."

The young man shoved both hands into his pockets as though Ron was nothing to worry about. It could also be that his pockets were part of so vow-and-limitation tactic to boost his power. Ron had encountered soone like that before while taking an assassination contract, though that person relied on fists, not hidden weapons.

"These three days, where did you go?"

"It's been three days?"

Ron, having been inside Sumas, had lost track of ti. He hadn't kept count.

"I never imagined three days would pass, and still the Kurta Clan corpses remain in this condition. They really are unlike ordinary humans. That's the power of a disease from the Dark Continent. Just one illness can create a whole clan and do all this. Who knows what other horrors or wonders are out there?"

Ron suddenly felt curious and eager about the Dark Continent. Before, he'd focused only on the human world, building up his own strength by gathering traits from different places, creating ever stronger Nen beasts, and working toward reaching A-level, then finding a personal path to beco S-level. But seeing how the Scarlet Eyes worked, he realized how much more abundant the Dark Continent might be—both dangerous and rewarding.

"I wonder how powerful the Nen beasts I could make if I ever got there...."

The young man's face darkened.

"Are you ignoring ? Acting like I don't exist? You think that since you blocked one casual strike of mine, you can just dismiss ?"

He narrowed his eyes at Ron. "Listen, kid, tell exactly what happened these three days. Where did that old man take you? What did you gain?"

Ron shook his head.

"I don't know anything. I blacked out back then, and I've only just co to. Until you ntioned it, I didn't even realize three days had passed. I thought hardly any ti had gone by. I wasn't ignoring you on purpose; I just couldn't process things right away."

"You expect to believe that?"

"It's the truth."

"Impossible."

"You don't believe , so what do you want to do?"

With a cold snort, the young man said, "Your disappearance was too strange, and your reappearance is just as suspicious. Either way, I'm taking you back to the Republic of Mingbo to be interrogated thoroughly. Surrender now, and I'll make things easier. Otherwise…"

He never got to finish the sentence. Natsu had already charged straight at him.

"Claw!"

Two dark-red claws materialized behind Natsu, slashing at incredible speed. The young man darted aside at once.

"Quite the nerve!"