Chapter 95: The Weak Don't Even Have the Right to Choose Their Own Manner of Death
"Why did you kill him?" Mord laughed.
He looked down at the brat below and said, "Do you know the person you wanted to spare is a first-degree murderer?"
"He's a cannibal who specifically targets young girls. Did you know that?"
"I don't care about any of that. I only know that I've learned a lot from Mr. Binolt," Gon replied matter-of-factly.
"If it weren't for Bisky, you and Killua would already be dead by his hands. If Killua had died because of him, would you still be saying these things now?" Mord asked.
"Killua is still alive and well," Gon said darkly.
Mord nodded, stood up, and said, "I see. Because the ones who died were people unrelated to you, even if this person is an utterly wicked criminal, you can still consider him a friend."
"Double standards—nothing to be ashamed of."
"Don't misunderstand me either. I didn't kill him from some moral high ground of justice. Like you, I act on my whims. It just so happens that most of the people I despise are scum like him."
Mord leaped lightly from the giant rock over ten meters high and landed, looking at Gon as he said, "But do you know the biggest difference between you and me?"
Gon stared fiercely at Mord, his right hand already gathering strength.
Mord's smile remained unchanged as he slowly walked toward Gon.
"I am stronger than you."
Thud!
A dull sound echoed as Mord's fist slammed into Gon's stomach.
The latter froze for an instant as if struck by lightning, then was sent flying backward as if hit by a bomb, crashing into a massive rock behind him with a violent impact.
The giant rock shuddered. Gon's entire body was embedded in it. Clearly unable to move, he still stared fiercely at Mord with his eyes, the flames of anger almost becoming tangible.
'Still not enough,' Mord shook his head slightly.
"I won't let you hurt Gon!"
Killua stepped in front of Mord and began to attack him.
Mord continued walking forward, casually deflecting the attacks like swatting away a bothersome insect buzzing around his face.
Killua was horrified. He had thought he had improved significantly, but before this man, he still felt as weak as a child who had just learned to walk.
Is this man really a monster?
Will I ever be able to catch up to him in my lifetime?
For the first time, Killua's resolve wavered.
Mord walked right up to Gon and reached out his right hand toward him.
"Mord!" Bisky's voice came from behind.
Mord's expression remained unchanged. He turned his palm, grabbed Gon by the collar, and yanked him out of the rock.
"In this world, the weak aren't even qualified to choose how they die."
Bisky watched all this, her face showing a troubled expression. After several shifts in emotion, she could only let out a long sigh.
She looked at Gon and Killua and said, "In this regard, he is correct."
...
To prevent the situation from worsening and spiraling out of control.
Bisky took Gon and Killua aside to calm them down. Once their emotions had settled somewhat, she spoke.
"I already promised Mord that after you completed the first phase of training, I would help him with a challenge mission."
"Will you stay here, or come with me?"
Gon and Killua glanced at each other, then spoke in unison: "We're going with you."
They clearly understood that training alone and haphazardly was ineffective.
Having witnessed Bisky's prowess, they naturally didn't want to abandon such a good teacher. Moreover, they wanted to see what kind of mission could stump a man like Mord.
One that forced him to seek help.
[You have a communication request. The sender is Tsezguerra.]
Hearing the prompt, Mord accepted the communication.
"We are all prepared on our end," Tsezguerra's voice sounded in his mind.
Mord nodded and said, "Use 'Magnetic Force' on me. Bring the people over."
...
...
Before long.
Tsezguerra arrived at that place with ten of his men to meet Mord.
Upon seeing Gon and Killua, a look of surprise flashed across Tsezguerra's face. In less than ten days, these two gave off a qualitatively different feeling.
Just as Mord had said, the potential of these two youngsters was frighteningly strong.
"Mord, I've brought the men as requested. What's next is up to you; we'll follow your lead," Tsezguerra said.
Mord glanced at the people Tsezguerra had brought. Apart from three or four who barely met his standards, the rest were no different from weaklings in his eyes. However, these were likely the best candidates Tsezguerra could find. Since most were just filler anyway, it didn't matter.
"!"
Mord summoned his card book and took out the "Accompany" card.
"Let's go. Using 'Accompany' card—destination: Soufrabi!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of light enveloped all fifteen of them, carrying them flying into the distance.
Soufrabi was a coastal city where fishermen making their living by selling fish could be seen everywhere throughout the town.
After everyone made inquiries, they finally found a female NPC who could trigger the mission.
The young fisherwoman spoke slowly: "This city is ruled by pirates. It's said that somewhere in these waters, there's an underwater cave called the 'Sea God's Grotto'... and the entrance leading there is the 'Plot of Beach'."
"Years ago, fifteen pirates heard legends about various treasures hidden in that underwater cave and came to this city."
"Razor and fourteen Pirates..."
"They tortured to death all the fishermen and anyone who knew the location of the 'Plot of Beach.' My father and brother were among them."
"If you can drive away the pirates, I'll tell you what I heard from my brother about the location of the 'Plot of Beach'..."
At this point, the mission was completely triggered.
"We came here months ago too. Why didn't that girl say anything to us last time we asked?" one of Tsezguerra's subordinates questioned.
Tsezguerra pondered for a moment before looking up at Mord: "Razor and fourteen Pirates... it seems the number of players is the trigger condition for this event. There are fifteen pirates, and now we happen to have exactly fifteen players too."
Though this was just reverse reasoning after learning about Razor and the fourteen Pirates.
Tsezguerra looked at Mord, deep astonishment hidden in his eyes.
How did he know about this condition?
Just who is this man? Is he really just an ordinary One-Star Hunter?
Tsezguerra now felt ashamed of his own One-Star Hunter title.
Compared to this man before him, he seemed like nothing.
Five whole years of effort, yet he couldn't match what the other had achieved in just ten days...
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