HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

The door to the hotel room silently swung open.

Several figures rushed into the room, rummaging through everything. They left no corner untouched, even checking under the bed, but their target was nowhere to be found.

"Are you looking for me?" a voice drawled from the doorway.

Everyone in the room turned to see their target—a white-haired, blue-eyed boy leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed as he looked at them with a calm expression.

"The third wave…" Cyr muttered, covering his mouth with one hand as he stifled a yawn, while his other hand flicked nonchalantly.

In the blink of an eye, everyone in the room was neatly dismembered.

The carpet, already dark red from blood, seemed to turn even darker. The thick scent of blood was so overpowering that no amount of perfume could mask it.

"Who exactly has their sights set on me this time?"

"I don't even know who to bill for emotional damages anymore," Cyr sighed, pushing the door open wider to signal the attendant waiting in the hallway to come in and clean up.

He then pulled over a random chair and sat in the hallway outside the room.

This was already the third wave of attackers he'd encountered in two days. They were skilled in picking locks, scaling walls, and launching assaults with barely a word. Some had even resorted to tossing explosives into his room.

He'd already changed rooms twice, and the hotel staff were one step away from begging him to move to a different hotel entirely.

Cyr found it puzzling. He'd been prepared to be tailed or even kidnapped, but these three groups clearly hadn't come to capture him—they'd come to kill him.

The first two waves had left him curious, and he'd spared a few of them to interrogate. But those people were like fanatical death soldiers, preferring suicide over revealing a single piece of information. They didn't even carry anything that might identify their employer.

By the time the third group arrived, Cyr was too bored to even bother asking questions.

What was the point of all this?

He had only just arrived in Yorknew and hadn't offended anyone, had he? He always made an effort to be polite and helpful, and by his reckoning, there was no one who could have a grudge against him.

"The only one I've had issues with was Dorink, and he's already dead… I just don't get it…" he muttered, sitting back in his chair with a sigh.

Oh well. Whoever came after him, he'd just kill them all.

The attendant dragged the dismembered corpses out one by one with a practiced calm, as if such scenes were a daily occurrence.

This was, after all, Yorknew—a city controlled by the mafia. The largest hotel in town was also mafia-owned, and its attendants were all mafia members themselves. It made perfect sense.

The bodies were tossed into the trash bin on the housekeeping cart. The blood-soaked carpet was rolled up and added to the cart as well.

Using a mop and a damp cloth, the attendant meticulously cleaned every trace of blood, then sprayed the room with perfume and opened the windows to air it out.

Before long, the room was spotless, as if nothing had happened.

Once the cleaning was complete, the attendant pushed the cart full of bodies and bloodied items away.

"Two factions, huh…" Cyr mused, lying down on the freshly changed bedding. "Didn't Maro mention that this hotel is under Perisha's control?"

His voice trailed off thoughtfully.

Assassins came after him, and the hotel turned a blind eye.

When Cyr killed his would-be attackers, the hotel still didn't care. They simply had the cleaning crew tidy up.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare stir up trouble in a mafia-controlled hotel, so it was clear the ones trying to assassinate him were also part of the mafia.

The problem was... Yorknew had so many mafia factions that it was impossible to pinpoint who was behind it.

"Come to think of it, if there's a mafia association, there should be a mafia website too, right? Just like hunters have their own Hunter Website, the mafia should have something similar…"

"Maybe I can find some useful information on there."

The only catch? He wasn't part of the mafia, so he didn't know where to access their website.

But that wasn't really a problem—he could just buy the intel from the Hunter Website.

With that thought, Cyr sat up, walked over to the computer in his room, and turned it on. After verifying his Hunter License, he logged into the Hunter Tavern and clicked on the bartender's option to buy information.

He selected information on the mafia website. For 500,000 Jenny, he successfully obtained the URL.

As for how to get in afterward…

"This computer should be enough for me," he murmured, typing the URL into the browser.

His fingers flew over the keyboard, lines of code flashing and disappearing as he bypassed the site's identity verification.

"Two minutes and seventeen seconds… I'm rusty. Haven't touched a computer in a while," he sighed, looking at the timer.

Computer skills had been part of his core education from a young age. If he had chosen to graduate at 22 and become a programmer, he'd be the dream candidate for any company—a 22-year-old with 20 years of experience.

Not that he'd ever consider becoming a programmer, past or future.

The mafia website was somewhat similar to the dark web, filled with gruesome videos and a plethora of bounty listings displayed openly.

It didn't take Cyr long to find information about himself.

After all, the homepage featured multiple posts about him.

Close-up photos of his face dominated the page, with his striking eyes taking up a third of the frame, catching everyone's attention.

"Are this guy's eyes really not made of liquid gemstones?"

"A beauty to rival scarlet eyes and liquid gemstones."

"Even I, someone who's never been interested in human organs, feel tempted. Collectors of human parts, are you tempted too?"

"What price are you willing to pay for these sky-blue gems?"

All the photos were secretly taken.

Some even went as far as to label each of his body parts with corresponding prices.

Plenty of people were also openly declaring their intent to take on the bounty.

When Cyr checked the timestamps, the earliest photo was uploaded three days ago.

In other words, the very day he arrived in Yorknew, his photos had been posted on the mafia website, and he was instantly treated like an auction item by the mafia.

"…This is ridiculous." Cyr pressed his hand to his forehead in exasperation.

He had spent half a year in Meteor City without anyone targeting his eyes. Granted, he mostly stayed in the chapel district for training, rarely venturing out. Even when he did, he used his teleportation ability, so most people couldn't even catch a glimpse of him, let alone his eyes.

Afterward, he went through the Hunter Exam and even spent time in the Heavens Arena without attracting this kind of attention.

But the moment he arrived in Yorknew, he got targeted—or rather…

They had already started auctioning off his eyes!

Setting aside how dangerous it was, the level of depravity here outstripped even Gotham. At least those places didn't have so many collectors obsessed with human organs.

"…Though I have to admit, Six Eyes are truly beautiful…" he muttered, touching his eyes with a calm, almost appreciative tone.

The custom-made lenses he had once ordered—a perfect replica of skies filled with drifting clouds that extended infinitely into the horizon—had already been stunning.

But now, having transformed into the real thing, they were even more breathtaking.

Considering how the Scarlet Eyes had been coveted to the point of genocide, it wasn't surprising that something as striking as Six Eyes would draw attention too.

In fact, Cyr had always known this day would come.

It had just taken a little longer than he expected.

He thought someone would have targeted him back in Meteor City.

"Well then, what should I do now?" he mused, smiling as he stared at the webpage content.

°°°

If you want to read ahead and access 20 advanced chapters, check the patreon

Link: Patreon/Moziel