TN: We're back to the old system, more power stones more extra chapters. This novel is already taking too long. New hxh fanfic should be coming soon :D
As Morin gradually left the city and entered the dense forest beyond, Leroute couldn't help but feel a little afraid.
It wasn't that she feared Morin harbored any improper intentions toward her—though she had never experienced such things before.
In her view, her beauty and body were tools of protection, weapons to be used only as a last resort.
What she truly feared was that Morin would turn out to be like those deranged individuals she had studied in psychology—those who enjoyed playing out all sorts of twisted, nauseating fantasies in remote, desolate places.
Her frail body wouldn't be able to withstand such torment.
Above all else, she just wanted to survive.
"What exactly are you try—"
Leroute's expression grew increasingly uneasy, but before she could finish her sentence, she saw Morin pull out… a massive cannon.
"…Huh?"
A question mark practically hovered above her head.
"Well, since you're such an expert on human nature—a master manipulator—then it's only right to send you to where you truly belong."
Morin adjusted the settings on his Arbitrary Cannon, quickly locking in a destination.
"I'll let you spend some time with a bunch of criminals."
…BOOM!
"Criminals? What are you talk—WAIT!!"
Leroute screamed, but Morin didn't bother listening to her protests. Without hesitation, he shoved her into the cannon, slammed the hatch shut, and yanked the firing lever.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Leroute's terrified shriek echoed through the air as she was launched into the sky, vanishing into the distance.
Morin, unfazed, pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Yo, Razor? Yeah, it's Morin."
"I just sent you a female convict using Arbitrary Cannon… Yeah, she's a woman."
"No, no special requests—I just don't have time to deal with her myself."
"You handle her for now. Train her a bit—not in Nen! She's still just a regular person, don't kill her! I might need her later."
"…You think it's unsafe because the male convicts will target her? Honestly, I think it's the men who should be worried. That 'lecturer' is a master manipulator—if you're not careful, she'll turn your entire base upside down."
"…Oh? You don't think she's that dangerous? Remove the 'that' from your sentence. You're clueless when it comes to things like this, Razor. You don't understand what 'a beauty is a disaster' really means."
"If things get out of hand and you can't control the situation, I suggest you consult List. That guy probably has plenty of experience dealing with these types."
…Click.
After chatting with Razor for a bit, Morin ended the call.
He had already explained everything, and Razor had confidently guaranteed that he would "train" Leroute into submission.
Since that was the case, Morin entrusted the matter entirely to him.
Now, he just had to wait and see what kind of chaos Leroute would stir up in Greed Island.
After putting away Arbitrary Cannon, Morin turned and disappeared back into the forest.
Meanwhile, on Greed Island…
"She's coming?"
Razor, his muscular frame relaxed and his sharp eyes slightly narrowed, lifted his head.
Even though the figure hadn't appeared yet, the piercing scream echoing through the sky signaled her imminent arrival.
"She's coming?"
The other convicts nearby perked up, their faces lighting with anticipation.
They had already heard rumors that a female convict would be arriving soon.
Even though Razor had warned them, it didn't stop their restless minds from stirring.
Even if they couldn't touch her… they could at least feast their eyes.
After all, it had been years since any of them had seen a beautiful woman.
No—scratch that—it had been years since they'd seen a female of any kind.
"…Is it really a woman?"
A large, round convict with a bulbous nose wiped the drool from his mouth.
"Oi, Bobo-Bo! Your drool is getting on me!!"
A nearby prisoner complained in disgust.
"Woman…"
But the massive, ball-shaped convict named Bobo-Bo—imprisoned for assaulting and murdering women—didn't seem to hear a word. His wide, unblinking eyes were locked onto the sky, fixated on the approaching figure.
"…It's really a woman!!"
Meanwhile, back with Morin…
"This should be the place."
Deep within a dense forest, Morin pulled out his phone and glanced at a message from Bashou.
After confirming the coordinates, he activated En.
"…Found you."
A slow smirk spread across Morin's face.
Within his range of perception, a strikingly seductive figure was moving swiftly through the trees—headed straight in his direction.
"Another familiar face, huh?"
Morin chuckled, casually sitting down on a smooth stone slab nearby, quietly waiting for the other party to arrive.
Before long, the bushes in front of him rustled.
In the depths of the jungle…
A stunning woman with an impeccably curvaceous figure was sprinting at full speed.
"Damn it, why is there a Tiger Roar Dragon here?!"
Her expression carried a hint of panic as she kept glancing over her shoulder.
Behind her—
A massive, bipedal, dinosaur-like creature was in hot pursuit, its vertical-slit pupils filled with predatory hunger.
Its crimson tongue lolled out, saliva dripping onto the ground as it ran.
Its body was covered in deep black scales that gleamed like molten iron, exuding an intimidating sheen. Its thick tail swung violently, snapping trees apart with every sweep.
But the most terrifying thing was the deafening roar it emitted—an almost perfect imitation of a tiger's mighty bellow, shaking the entire forest.
This was one of the Hunter World's rare and ferocious creatures—Tiger Roar Dragon.
As the name suggested, it was a dinosaur-like beast that could produce an earth-shaking tiger's roar.
"This species is supposed to live at the bottom of cliffside ravines—why the hell is one running around in the mountains?!"
The woman was deeply frustrated. She had merely been passing through, yet she had somehow attracted the attention of this troublesome beast.
Even among licensed Hunters, many lacked the ability to fight a Tiger Roar Dragon. If one wasn't skilled enough, they could easily end up as its next meal.
In terms of power level, this beast was comparable to Mike, the Zoldyck family's guard dog.
"What do I do?!"
She desperately searched for a way to escape. "I went through so much just to get my Hunter License—I'm not about to die here so easily!"
She was a newly certified Hunter, having passed the exam in the 22nd phase this year.
After enduring grueling trials—with a bit of luck—she had finally earned the prestigious title.
Yet, before she could even celebrate, she had stumbled into this ridiculous predicament on her way back.
It was as if fate itself was playing a cruel joke on her!
Just as she was cursing her bad luck—
She suddenly noticed that the thunderous footsteps behind her had stopped.
Reflexively, she turned around—only to see the Tiger Roar Dragon frozen in place.
Its vertical green pupils were locked straight ahead, staring at the trees in front of them.
The heavy breath steaming from its nostrils gradually weakened. Its tongue slowly retracted back into its mouth.
Sweat trickled down its dark-scaled forehead.
And on its massive, reptilian face—
A disturbingly human-like expression of sheer terror emerged.
"…What's wrong with it?"
The woman was baffled.
Then, as realization dawned on her, she turned her gaze toward the dense forest ahead.
From within the trees, a calm and indifferent voice rang out—
"I'm not in the mood for dragon meat today."
Then, just one word:
"Scram."
That single syllable struck the Tiger Roar Dragon like a thunderclap.
It didn't even dare to let out a whimper—its previous roars completely silenced.
Without hesitation, it spun around and bolted away.
Even its heavy footfalls became eerily soft, as if it feared making too much noise and angering the person in the forest.
The female Hunter: "..."
Was this really the same Tiger Roar Dragon that had been relentlessly chasing her down, determined to devour her whole?
Why did it suddenly look so… submissive and pathetic?!
If she hadn't been watching the beast the entire time, she would've thought it had been swapped out for a completely different species.
But she understood—
Its sudden fear and obedience were all because of that voice.
Or rather, the owner of that voice.
There was someone in that forest… and they were extremely dangerous.
Before long, under her silent watch, the Tiger Roar Dragon vanished from sight.
At the same time, she instinctively glanced back at the dense forest behind her.
Lifting her foot, she planned to slip away from this obvious danger zone.
However—
"Come in."
The calm voice echoed once more, freezing her in place.
"…Shit. There's no escaping now!!"
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