HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

Pelisha Estate.

"If you don't want the entire Yorknew mafia wiped out, you'd better have this morning's batch of Yorknew Daily recalled immediately and issue a gag order," said the blond youth standing firmly in front of his father's desk, unyielding in his stance.

Kasmu sat steadily in his chair, staring at his son. Recalling his reaction upon seeing the newspaper's headline and contents earlier that morning, he found himself momentarily speechless.

'...'Serving by his side,' huh?' Kasmu thought bitterly. Yorknew Daily might as well have outright claimed that his son was that boy's dog.

As a senior figure in the Mafia Association, Kasmu had never imagined the name Pelisha could ever be associated with servitude to anyone, let alone reduced to such humiliation.

Disgraceful. Truly disgraceful.

"Before you even got here, someone had already taken care of it," Kasmu finally said, his voice calm and composed.

A man of his age, still retaining his charm thanks to his power and status, didn't even need to lift a finger for such matters to be resolved.

"...It's already been handled?" Maro froze for a moment before his face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment.

Something he was supposed to handle for his lord had been snatched away by someone else! Who dared to take the initiative before him?

"The people from Meteor City reached an agreement with the Mafia Association. No one in the Mafia is allowed to pursue that boy any further. Of course, if I were to analyze the situation, it's largely because the Mafia was intimidated by his strength."

"Some even went as far as consulting the Nostrade family's heiress for divination. The results…" Kasmu smirked disdainfully.

The high-ranking members of the Mafia Association had seen the divination slips, and every single one of them spelled out the same conclusion—death.

The message was crystal clear: opposing him meant certain death.

With these factors combined, the Mafia factions that had previously acted against him unanimously agreed to ceasefire. This morning's batch of Yorknew Daily would be recalled, and even those Mafia members who had lost subordinates to him would be forced to keep their mouths shut.

"Anyone who comes out of Meteor City and causes such a stir... their strength is never to be underestimated," Kasmu remarked, a hint of admiration slipping into his voice.

"M-My lord comes from Meteor City?!" Maro exclaimed, utterly stunned.

He couldn't believe it! Wasn't that place the world's largest garbage dump?

It had to be lies! His lord's homeland had to be a good place!

"Meteor City… You just can't underestimate those born there, that's all," Kasmu said, waving off the topic as if he didn't want to discuss Meteor City any further.

"My lord must have been the strongest in Meteor City!" Maro declared with unwavering conviction.

"That's not necessarily true. Anyway, that's enough. You can leave now," Kasmu said, his tone ambiguous as he gestured for Maro to leave.

Even though his son had finally started resembling his younger self in some ways, the more he looked at him now, the more irritating he found him.

Back when Kasmu was young, he'd never stoop so low as to serve someone else.

And now, his own son not only humiliated the family name but even took his private airship to curry favor with someone.

Disgraceful. An utter embarrassment. A useless wastrel!

"Get out of here, and don't bother coming back if you've got nothing important to do." Kasmu waved dismissively, his expression brimming with disdain as he signaled he couldn't bear to look at Maro for even one more second.

The son, knowing that Pelisha's influence was no longer needed, left without so much as a glance back. His indifference made it clear he felt no attachment to the estate.

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Meanwhile, Cyr was browsing the System Marketplace. At this moment, he was the picture of wealth and luxury.

The collections he'd looted from the three families had already been sold. Fortunately, they were all rare, high-value items that were easy to sell.

The profits had caused his balance to skyrocket, bringing his total to 60 billion.

Since there wasn't much use for hoarding money, Cyr figured he might as well convert it into something practical.

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[Item Name: Prison Realm]

Effect: Can seal anything in the world. (Though powerful, it comes with limitations: it requires one minute to activate and can only seal objects within a four-meter radius.)

Price: 30 billion

Description: A tool capable of sealing even The Honoured One~

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"It's even more expensive than the Inverted Spear of Heaven…" Cyr muttered.

Well, that made sense. After all, the Inverted Spear of Heaven only managed to take Satoru Gojo's "first blood" and didn't keep him down for long. In contrast, the Prison Realm had trapped him for over half a month.

If not for the Angel Technique, Satoru might've stayed sealed even longer.

Cyr hesitated briefly but decided to make the purchase anyway. Even if he didn't end up using it, he had the money to spare.

Once he bought the Prison Realm, the System Marketplace went entirely blank—completely devoid of items.

"...System, are you already drained dry?" Cyr stared at the empty screen and couldn't resist mocking it.

Useless thing.

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System Response: Insufficient energy. Items have reached the world's limit.

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Cyr immediately grasped the implication: smuggling items into this world consumed energy. The system was already running on fumes and was saving up energy for another jump between worlds.

Wait a minute…

So the system had no energy left but still opened the marketplace to sell him things?

Calling it a "merchant system" really wasn't far off the mark.

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The Prison Realm was a perfectly square cube resembling a Cube. Its surface was dotted with numerous closed eyes, making it impossible to discern its true nature based on appearance alone.

Even if the eyes were open, it wouldn't matter.

Considering how many people in the Hunter World proudly collected eyeballs as trophies, the Prison Realm didn't seem odd in the slightest by comparison.

"For now, you're not needed. Just stay with the Inverted Spear of Heaven." Cyr casually shoved the Prison Realm into The Storage Curse's mouth.

At that moment, his phone began to ring.

The caller ID displayed the name: Pampas.

Cyr raised an eyebrow. Pampas was calling him? That was unusual.

Answering the call, Cyr heard Pampas's voice on the other end: "We know what you've been up to in Yorknew."

"There are gangs looking into Cyr DeVille's origins, and since your identity was provided by the gangs, the fact that you're from Meteor City has already been exposed."

No surprises there.

"Hmm, and then?" Cyr's tone was calm, his laziness evident in his lack of concern.

"The gangs have reached a consensus with Meteor City not to act against you. For now, don't target the gangs either." Pampas chuckled lightly.

That "for now" carried a lot of weight.

For now, don't act. Later, who knows?

For now, allies. Later, maybe not?

The relationship between Meteor City and the gangs was indeed complicated.

"Anything else?" Cyr asked, yawning as if bored.

"I didn't think this day would come so soon, but since you've stirred up such a storm, I have no choice but to bring it forward…" Pampas muttered, flipping through a small notebook as he spoke.

"You're technically a part of Meteor City, right? And, reluctantly, one of District 12's leaders too, yes? Now that you're flush with cash…" Pampas cleared his throat.

In his notebook, pages were filled with names, characteristics, and future plans for various individuals. It also meticulously recorded contributions—like how much someone had donated in Jenny or resources.

Cyr smirked. He knew Pampas wouldn't call without an agenda. The guy had invested in so many people, it wouldn't be surprising if he frequently called them up to ask for money.

If Pampas had asked for money a few days ago, Cyr would've refused outright. But now…

Cyr glanced at his balance. "How much do you need?"

"Would 20 billion do?" Pampas asked.

"Fine. I'll keep 10 billion for myself."

Cyr smirked. Pampas should realize how lucky he'd been to have had the chance to invest in him back then. He'd gotten in on the deal of a lifetime.

Besides, as someone from a kind-hearted and generous background, Cyr truly was inclined to help others and donate to worthy causes.

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