In HxH with Doraemon Pocket

"This is the [Prophetic Choice Staff]. The lens on top will predict and display the result of your choice fifteen minutes into the future."

"[Prophetic Dream Candy], after consuming it, you'll dream about upcoming events."

"[Prophetic Pillow], sleeping and dreaming on it will have the same effect as the [Prophetic Dream Candy]."

Hmm, Nobita once dreamt of the entire world being flooded and built a Noah's Ark to survive the disaster.

Doraemon even took out the [Future Eye], which can briefly show future events, to confirm it.

So, under the mocking and confused gazes of others, Nobita and Doraemon desperately built the ark. They were adamant about the impending disaster.

It turned out to be just a dream Nobita had while sleeping. The so-called flood was merely Nobita wetting his pants, and he even wet Doraemon in the process.

"Didn't expect you to have so many prophetic tools."

Chrollo was somewhat surprised. He thought such tools would be rare, but Morin casually brought out five or six of them.

"After all, they cover different directions, with varying effects and conditions."

Morin continued with a smile, "These are just the prophetic types. If we talk about divination tools, I have those too." As he spoke, a peculiar square box with strange patterns appeared in his hand.

"This is also a divination tool. In terms of effect, it might not lose to that prophetic Nen user."

Tool: [Divination Card Box].

Effect: This is a divination device used when you're unsure about what to do. It uses three cards to hint at your future.

Neon's [Angel's Writing] uses prophetic verses, while this [Divination Card Box] uses three cards to give hints. Both have a similar effect in some ways.

Chrollo looked at the tools in Morin's hand and suddenly felt that everything he did seemed pointless.

Abilities that others deemed rare and extremely useful were just casually taken out by Morin, covering all aspects.

Truly, people cannot be compared to one another. Chrollo suddenly felt a sense of disillusionment.

"If I had known you had so many tools, I wouldn't have planned to steal her Nen ability."

Chrollo lamented.

Morin replied, "It's not too late to give up now."

"No, as a qualified thief, one must be steadfast in their goals." Chrollo chuckled, walking forward with a carefree attitude. Morin shrugged indifferently and followed him.

The two walked side by side towards the Nostrade family. Meanwhile, the Nostrade family was facing some trouble. The cold moonlight illuminated the earth, reflecting brightly in the fountain pool of a high-end hotel.

Inside a room of the hotel, since the intruders arrived, the atmosphere had been icy cold. At this moment, six figures sat on the sofas in the room.

One wore a scarecrow mask; another had hair covering half their face, with the other half painted like opera mask; and another had a sickly smile, examining everyone with peculiar eyes.

These three occupied three separate sofas, while the fourth sofa was occupied by three individuals dressed as forest hunters.

Judging by their aura, the three sharing a sofa were noticeably weaker than the three sitting alone.

The oppressive presence of the three sitting alone was much stronger than the trio sharing a sofa.

Although the latter trio weren't ordinary, they seemed to have the self-awareness of being outmatched and dared not do much.

"Looks like everyone is here."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a face similar to Heshen, a mustache, and small round sunglasses smaller than Leorio's walked in.

He wore a black suit, clearly indicating he was part of the mafia. Judging by his tone, he seemed to be in charge here.

"No, not yet..."

Someone reminded, "The Nostrade family added another person."

Hearing the name "Nostrade," the chubby, short middle-aged man's face turned gloomy. He said with displeasure, "Probably just another bootlicker."

"Isn't that a bit unfair? Didn't your gang's elder also request his daughter's divination?" Someone from another family, recommended here, found the man's words grating and retorted immediately.

"Hmph, I'm not directly responsible for him!"

With a disdainful snort, the chubby man said, "I just don't like him, and that's my right!"

Click.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open. Dalzollene walked in, trying to remain calm, followed by Light Nostrade.

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The short, chubby man glanced sideways, sizing up Nostrade behind Dalzollene, and let out a disdainful chuckle.

The experts sitting on the four sofas, who had been specially called by the Ten Dons to form an assassination team, also glanced at Dalzollene.

But they quickly lost interest. He was just someone who barely learned Nen and posed no real threat.

"Now, everyone should be here, right?" The chubby man scanned the room. "The client wants us to eliminate the Phantom Troupe. The auction is set to reopen tonight at the cemetery building."

"Members of the Phantom Troupe might show up then, so please be vigilant!"

"This operation also serves as a precaution. Once the target is spotted, deal with them immediately."

"You're all experts, so you can decide the details and methods of action.

As long as the job gets done, we won't interfere with anything else. Feel free to ask for anything you need!"

The chubby man spoke, unaware that his figure and words were all being observed and overheard by two others outside the room.

"Looks like the old man has indeed arranged a team to ambush us," Morin said, observing the scene inside through a surveillance screen, rubbing his chin.

"The Ten Dons won't survive tonight," Chrollo said with a slow smile, evidently confident in the assassins he had hired. The Zoldyck family indeed had a reassuring reputation and excellent business skills.

"Do you want me to take care of this group of small fry?" Morin pointed at the screen showing the assassins and other mafia family members sent to share the credit.

"Whatever you feel like," Chrollo replied, taking out a white cloth to cover the cross mark on his forehead.

He then removed his black cloak and let his hair down.

In an instant, Chrollo transformed from the leader of a top-tier dangerous organization into a fresh, handsome young man.

"I'm going to find that Nostrade family brat. You handle the rest as you see fit." With a smile, Chrollo vanished into the shadows, as if eager to chase after a romantic interest.

Morin watched Chrollo's departure, pondering that it seemed like Shalnark might have been a bad influence.

"Achoo!" At a card table in an abandoned building, Shalnark sneezed. "Weird, is someone talking about me?"

Outside the high-end hotel, Morin gave the screen one last glance.

When the group of assassins began using colors as their operation code names, he shook his head. "It's like kids playing a game."

Despite a few powerful assassins preferring to act alone, Morin deemed the group's level as mediocre at best.

"Interest? Not much of it," Morin said, putting away the surveillance tracker and disappearing from the spot.

Meanwhile, inside the room, the assassins reached a consensus to disperse and act freely.

Once everything was settled, the chubby man approached Light Nostrade with an arrogant expression, one hand in his pocket, the other hanging by his side.

"Hey, Nostrade, how's it going lately?" he taunted.

"Not bad, fairly smooth," Light Nostrade replied, his eyelid twitching as he faced the chubby man blocking his path.

"Not bad, huh..." The chubby man eyed Light Nostrade's taller, more successful appearance with envy.

"Just not bad? You should be thriving by now!" He sneered coldly, "Not long ago, you were just the leader of a small gang."

"And now you're on par with a direct aide to the Ten Dons." His jealousy and resentment grew stronger, but his face betrayed little of it.

Instead, he flashed a seemingly warm smile. "By the way, Nostrade, is your hand alright? Let me see."

Light Nostrade was slightly puzzled.

"Yeah?" The chubby man nodded as if it was only natural, feigning concern. "I heard you suck up so much that you've worn your fingerprints smooth from all the hand-rubbing!"

He mimicked the sycophantic gesture of a shopkeeper welcoming a customer, saying, "You must be like this, hahaha!"