The yacht glided smoothly through the mist, like a shuttle weaving through a loom, and reached the rocky shores of Greed Island.
Standing at the dock was Razor, tall and powerfully built, like a guardian statue. With his arms crossed, he watched the group step off the yacht with a cheerful smile.
"Even though I got your message in advance, it's my duty to come check in person—just in case."
"How was the journey, Germain, Shizuku? Everything go smoothly?"
The sea breeze whipped through Germain's black hunter robe, but he simply pressed down on his unsteady tricorn hat.
"Everything went well. I'll explain the details once we return to Limeiro Castle."
From behind him, Shizuku peeked out and gave Razor a small nod, agreeing with Germain's words.
Razor raised an eyebrow.
"Alright then. Dwun, how was your vacation?"
"Me? Ha! This was the best vacation I could've asked for!"
Dwun playfully wiggled his fingers—until he suddenly remembered that, as a convicted criminal, Razor didn't have the luxury of a "vacation." His smile faded a little.
After all these years together, Dwun already saw Razor as a companion.
But the crimes Razor committed in his past were real, and he had to atone for them. Dwun never tried to justify them, and Razor himself chose to live a life of repentance.
Sensing Dwun's change in expression, Razor simply patted him on the shoulder, unfazed.
"Don't worry about it. I don't mind."
"Alright, since everyone's here, let's head back to Limeiro Castle. The yacht can stay here—someone will take care of it. Everyone's been waiting."
Like a referee pulling out a card, he reached into his coat and took out a Greed Island card. As a Game Master, he didn't even need to materialize a Spellbook to use it.
"Use 'Return,' the target is 'Limeiro Castle'!"
The column of Nen shot out of the card with a loud bang, flowing into the four people present. The surging power instantly lifted them off the ground, sending them soaring into the air.
They shot through the sky like shooting stars during the day, quickly spotting the spire of Limeiro Castle, and soon their bodies began to descend.
Thud—
Before the castle gates, three of the four landed steadily, but only Dwun staggered and almost fell.
He scratched his messy, explosive hair, looking a little embarrassed.
"My steps have been a bit shaky lately..."
Razor gave him a meaningful glance and reminded, "Dwun, remember to moderate yourself."
This time, the group followed Germain's previous suggestion. Instead of a large crowd waiting at the gates of Limeiro Castle, only List, who acted like a butler, was standing there.
With his golden curly hair and wearing suspenders, List, who had a young boyish appearance, slightly bowed to the group.
"Everyone with A-class permissions on 'Greed Island' has gathered in the conference hall of Limeiro Castle, waiting for you."
Dwun smiled and raised a finger, correcting him, "List, from now on, we're calling it 'Greed Island Z.'"
"Huh?" List looked up in confusion.
After that, Dwun, List, and Razor had a detailed conversation about the name change Dwun had discussed with Germain earlier on the yacht. Neither of them had any objections to the change.
Before long, they arrived at the spacious and bright conference hall, where every so often along the vintage walls, a flag with the "G·I" emblem hung.
A large crowd had indeed gathered here, chattering away, but the moment Germain and the others entered the hall, the noise gradually faded like the retreating tide.
The gaze intensely focused on him, and many people greeted him enthusiastically, such as Morel, Knuckle, Abengane, and Melody.
The elderly Linne purposely left the main seat empty for Germain.
Germain couldn't refuse, so he sat down. There was no problem with him sitting here, as he had effectively become the core of "Greed Island."
His gaze swept over the long table, and soon he noticed the two members of the "Twelve Zodiac" brought by Chairman Netero—Pyon and Cluck.
The two female hunters had been on "Greed Island" for some time now, and had mostly gotten used to the environment and rhythm of life here.
They presented completely different postures at the long table.
Pyon, wearing a pink bunny-eared headpiece, relaxedly placed her upper body, almost parallel to the table, on the surface.
She held a phone with cute illustrations on it, her fingers rapidly pressing the keys. There was also a laptop in front of her, clearly hers.
Cluck, wearing an ornate feathered headdress, leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed. She was staring at Germain with a serious expression.
Germain coughed.
"Pyon, Cluck, I've already heard from Dwun. You must know what's going on on this island by now, and I'm grateful for your help."
This was sincere.
Both "The West Edition of Don Freecss" and the "Transplantation of Herb for All-illnesses and Alchemical Plants" required professionals to manage them.
Pyon, the "Paleograph Hunter," and Cluck, the "Botanical Hunter," were undoubtedly the experts in these areas.
At this point, Pyon finally took her eyes off the phone and slowly sat up.
"Not long after we arrived here, Cluck and I were indeed quite shocked…"
"The old man (referring to Chairman Netero) only told us that we had an 'A-rank mission' that needed to be kept strictly confidential. He didn't say anything else."
"We were completely caught off guard by the contents of the 'Dark Continent Archive' and the 'Research Institute.'"
Cluck furrowed her brow and shook her head.
"As the 'Chairman' of the Hunter Association and members of the 'Twelve Zodiacs,' you actually did so many illegal things in secret and dragged us into it too..."
"This is really..."
Pyon widened her eyes, raised both hands, and excitedly waved them around.
"This is so thrilling! Why didn't you tell us earlier?"
Cluck shot Pyon a glare and snorted coldly.
"Although it's illegal... I have to admit, the results you brought back are quite impressive."
Clearly, after spending several days in the "Dark Continent Archive" and "Research Institute," the two Hunters eagerly reviewed all the content they found interesting.
The shocking and extraordinary content completely captivated them.
Chairman Netero knew exactly how to lure the "Twelve Zodiacs." He didn't need to say anything to them—just presenting the facts in front of them was enough.
The "Dark Continent" was like an undeveloped treasure chest, and what they were seeing now was just the tip of the iceberg.
They even felt honored, as they were among the few in the "Twelve Zodiacs" to know these secrets, just after Germain, Ging, and Morel.
Even Cheadle and Mizaistom Nana, the "Vice Chairmen," probably didn't know about it… it was pitiful how diligent they were...
Germain hadn't expected this reaction from them, but upon reflection, it wasn't surprising.
Hunters, especially those who reached the limits in their fields, often realized that the boundaries of the Six Continents were what restricted their progress.
Soon, their attention would naturally be drawn beyond the world.
The "Dark Continent," also known as the "New World," was where they could break through their current limits, satisfy their curiosity, and achieve even greater accomplishments.
How could this not be enticing? True Hunters, throughout their lives in the Six Continents, pursued nothing but these things, right?
Germain smiled, the kind of smile one wears in social situations.
"Now, on behalf of 'The Stagecoach Group' and 'Greed Island,' I officially welcome 'Rabbit' Pyon and 'Chicken' Cluck to join us."
'The Stagecoach Group' refers to the members on the side of the 'Dark Continent,' while 'Greed Island' refers to the members on the side of the 'Six Continents.'
Everyone clapped in unison, completing the brief welcoming ceremony.
After that, they moved on to the main topic, which, of course, started with Germain.
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