HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

Cyr had been reading through countless posts on the mafia website, watching as more and more people confidently declared they would get their hands on his eyes and auction them off on September 1st.

Every year, on September 1st, gangs from all over the world gathered in Yorknew for the grand annual auction.

It was clear these people intended to sell his eyes for a high price.

But…

"Why don't you think about your own abilities?" Cyr sighed, bored.

One by one, they all spoke as if they truly could take his eyes.

Even after observing the entire Yorknew area, he hadn't seen any individuals with such vibrant life energy that they would make him fear for his safety.

Sure, there were likely troublesome Nen abilities out there, but there was no way to prepare for them in advance.

"My head hurts..." He rubbed his brow, his expression sour.

With only a 30% affinity for the Six Eyes, things were still a bit troublesome.

Although his nosebleeds had reduced significantly recently, he still occasionally had them.

Initially, all he needed to do was rely on his similar appearance to increase his affinity. Later, behaving in ways that matched the character style and speaking the same lines further boosted the affinity.

Now, however, the affinity seemed to have plateaued.

The further he went, the harder it became to increase. He couldn't use the same methods or lines a second time.

"It's getting dark." He turned and glanced at the large floor-to-ceiling window in his room.

Outside, he could vaguely see the neon lights from other buildings.

Crack... A crisp sound rang out, and the glass of the window shattered, an object being thrown into the room.

In the next moment, the room exploded, turning into a sea of flames.

The curtains, bed, and wooden furniture all turned into fuel for the fire.

Then, a series of explosions followed, one after another, without any pause.

It wasn't just this room; even the adjacent rooms were affected.

Five minutes later, the fire grew stronger.

The room remained completely still.

The hotel staff didn't come to check, and there was no movement from inside the room.

It seemed as if the person inside had already been injured or knocked unconscious.

At that moment, sounds came from near the balcony—a rope being tied, followed by climbing noises.

Several figures, tied with ropes, entered the room through the broken window.

At the same time, the door to the room was kicked open.

The two groups collided.

"..." The two leaders of the groups exchanged wary looks.

Familiar faces? That made them even more cautious.

Who didn't know the purpose of appearing here at this moment? They were competitors, each working for different bosses.

"Whoever finds him first gets the prize," the two leaders negotiated and came to an agreement.

Then, they began searching the room.

"He was sitting at the computer desk just a moment ago..." The leader who had entered through the window spoke with a puzzled tone.

The computer had been destroyed in the recent explosion, the main unit still emitting smoke.

But the person who should have been sitting at the desk was nowhere to be found.

Just as the group was about to give up, a figure suddenly appeared from the direction of the balcony.

"Looking for me?" The teenager's voice was slightly lifted, carrying a hint of mockery.

"How is this possible?!" The two groups of people quickly turned toward the source of the voice.

Their target, the white-haired boy, was standing on a pile of shattered glass, completely unharmed.

Not even a single speck of dirt on his clothes.

Meanwhile, they, who had been searching through the fire, were covered in soot and burn marks, looking much more disheveled.

It seemed they had... underestimated the target's strength.

Even such a series of explosions hadn't injured him?!!

Is he even human?

"You must have already prepared yourselves to die, right?" The white-haired, black-tattooed boy looked at them coldly with his sky-blue eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The roles of prey and hunter had been reversed.

As his words landed, everyone present was sliced in half—upper bodies and lower bodies severed in two.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh——"

The cries of pain and despair converged into a chilling, mournful wail.

"Oh~ that was well-controlled this time. No intestines spilling out." The boy's voice was filled with malicious amusement.

He had split them from the thighs, not the waist this time.

After the previous few instances of splitting at the waist, the sight had become somewhat disgusting.

"What a pity. No piano or other instruments. I could have composed a piece to the rhythm of your screams..." Cyr looked around, a little regretful.

"I even have a name for it: Hell's Kitchen..." He laughed loudly, clutching his stomach.

Unfortunately, none of the others present understood his sense of humor, too focused on their own agonizing wails.

They weren't even being supportive.

Such a bore.

Cyr straightened up, his expression tired as he looked at the group.

Those who had lost their lower halves were now dragging their upper bodies across the ground, trying to escape the flames and avoid being burned, leaving blood trails on the floor.

The marks of smoke, along with the bloodstains, were the most classic of horror elements.

"Shut up," Cyr coldly warned.

Such noise... A bunch of useless fools.

Most of the time, verbal commands alone wouldn't make people listen.

So, half of the people present became three pieces—upper body, lower body, and their heads, which rolled off to the side.

In that moment, the room finally quieted.

The few remaining survivors stared at the white-haired boy with fearful eyes, some of them already resigned to their fate.

Without their lower halves, did they even have any reason to live? Even if they miraculously survived, their future would be spent as nothing but useless shells!

Cyr didn't speak. It seemed he had lost interest in speaking.

When he didn't make a sound, no one dared to make a noise either.

In such a quiet atmosphere, two more unexpected guests arrived.

As if fearing they might miss the treasure if they arrived late, these two groups hurriedly approached.

They entered through the open door.

However, as soon as they stepped into the room and saw the familiar bodies scattered in the sea of flames, they froze in place.

"Ah, two more groups arrived."

Standing amidst the ruins and blood, the boy, still glaringly white amidst the carnage, raised a hand and greeted them like a cheerful host:

"Yo, welcome."

Then, like everyone else in the room, they too were cut into two halves.

Cyr covered his ears early, bracing for yet another round of high-pitched screams.

It seemed that when faced with unbearable pain, people instinctively screamed?

Did he scream when he was stabbed? He didn't seem to make any sound...

So maybe he wasn't in enough pain at the time?

"Master—" The blonde figure hurriedly rushed into the room.

Immediately, he used his ability to extinguish the fire in the room.

Ice filled the space where the flames had been, the coolness sweeping away the heat.

"You've arrived, Maro. Do you recognize anyone here?" The white-haired boy casually gestured at the figures on the ground.

"No," Maro shook his head after scanning the faces of the fallen.

"But I'll make them tell me," he smiled at Cyr, making a promise.

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