Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"Sure, but my transformation time is directly proportional to the time I spend in contact with the other person. If I want it to last for a long time, I'll have to carry him around."

Peeling Ripper replied.

His "Battle Waltz" Neptune possesses the transformative abilities of the "Sixth Movement - Magician" recorded in the ancient "Planet Suite".

You can transform into a person you've actually talked to before; the transformation time is roughly equal to the face-to-face time.

That's why Peeling Ripper deliberately spoke up when the soldier was cursing them, thus fulfilling the condition for a dialogue.

However, there is a problem: less than 5 minutes have passed since we met Sergeant Giba. This amount of time is simply not enough to complete the mission.

Fortunately, the other party is only paralyzed and collapsed by Kuroro's poison. If they were dead, there would be no chance to save them.

Now, as long as you bring him along, you can meet the face-to-face requirement, and the transformation time can be increased by almost the same amount.

Kuroro nodded in agreement. He also had the ability to transform, called "Transfer Student." He could change the appearance of others by touching them with his left hand, and he could make others look like him with his right hand.

However, Chrollo's "Thief's Ultimate" has a restriction that the book must be held in the right hand when activated, and the stolen ability will disappear after the book is closed.

Therefore, the ability of the "transfer student" has always been a bit of a gimmick for Chrollo. After all, someone who always carries a strange-looking book might be considered performance art by ordinary people, but to a Nen user, it's just a thimble.

Unless [Thief's Mastery] evolves again, this ability will probably be used as a spare part, just like it was when it first infiltrated the city.

Kuroro walked toward the soldiers he had just killed, spent some time finding a soldier of similar build, changed into his clothes, and then walked deeper into the corridor.

Peeling Rift grabbed the limp soldier from the ground and walked towards Kuroro's retreating figure. The two of them hurried towards the end of the underground passage.

Chapter 72 Hal × Misplaced Time (Seeking First Subscriptions 2/6)

Empire State Building, middle management level.

A tall soldier, carrying a submachine gun, paced meticulously down the corridor.

The middle management level is where 61 members of the coordinating departments work. The entire floor is occupied by a huge office area with neatly arranged desks that offer absolutely no privacy.

Fifty-eight office workers and three department managers work here simultaneously, the constant clatter of keyboards filling the air, heads bobbing up and down.

On a normal day, this would normally be the end of the workday, but the office area is still bustling with people, a scene of busy activity.

This is extremely unusual.

'Something unexpected happened, and it was permitted by higher-ups…'

A cow-like creature slightly raised its head, revealing a pair of dead fish eyes, its hands constantly typing on the keyboard, while its mind calmly thought:

'I've worked overtime before, but never this urgently, and most importantly…'

'Why are soldiers guarding us while we work overtime?'

He glanced discreetly at the tightly closed door. Behind that door, a fully armed soldier was patrolling, whether to guard against the enemy or against them, he couldn't tell.

The ox and horse withdrew their prying eyes and refocused their attention on the computer.

But his right hand was under the table, quietly unlocking his phone and starting to type messages blindly...

Outside the office area, along the square exterior wall of the building, there are four large corridors running through the east, west, south, and north.

A soldier with a solemn expression gripped his gun tightly, guarding the only entrance and exit of the east corridor—elevator number 2.

The task of patrolling the building was extremely tedious, and his teammates all applied for another job that was outdoors.

But he did the opposite and volunteered for indoor work, because the more boring the work, the safer it usually is.

Indeed, as soldiers of the assault company, they should theoretically be the bravest, most fearless, and most glorious soldiers in the entire regiment.

But he was afraid of dying and didn't want to waste his life on politicians' pointless political games.

Fortunately, once this mission is over, he will have accumulated enough military points. Then he can apply for a clerical job, return to his hometown, and live out the rest of his life in peace.

But before that, he had to report Captain Jiba, who never treated his soldiers like human beings.

He had even prepared the report materials and kept them close to his body, just waiting to hand them over to Mr. Vincent after the mission was over...

Ding--

'Um? '

The soldier frowned; the sound of the elevator caught his attention.

All members of the auxiliary management department should be under house arrest here at this time. Who would come to the middle management at this time?

Thinking of this, the soldier silently increased his vigilance and released the safety on his submachine gun.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

What came into the soldiers' view was a red-haired man in a black tuxedo. He had a handsome face, long and narrow eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of danger in his eyes.

Upon seeing this man, the soldier felt a sense of foreboding. He immediately raised his gun, pointed it at the red-haired man, and shouted:

"Who are you! Hands up!"

The red-haired man showed no panic upon hearing this. Instead, his eyes narrowed, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips as he said:

"Me? I'm a magician. I'll perform a magic trick for you...?"

boom!boom!boom! ...

Seeing that he did not raise his hand, the soldier decisively pulled the trigger, and the muzzle spewed out a fierce flame, with bullets raining down on the red-haired man!

But then, in the soldier's suddenly contracted pupils, the red-haired man spread his hands, and the bullet he had just fired stopped in front of him out of thin air!

"Is this called, 'stopping bullets in mid-air'?"

The red-haired man spoke slowly and deliberately, and at the same time, his hand jerked, causing the bullets that were suspended in mid-air to instantly shoot back at their original speed.

The soldier was riddled with bullets without any resistance, blood gushing from his body, and he died instantly, falling backward.

This cowardly soldier was as dead as could be.

Hisoka walked forward with a bored expression to examine the corpse in front of him; this kind of duel was not even an appetizer for him.

After a quick search, an identification tag came into view, which identified the deceased soldier.

His name was Hal, a private, and he was a soldier in the assault company.

In addition, there was another document that reported a sergeant named Giba, who had taken some photos of him living a life of debauchery, seemingly intending to use them to report him.

Hisoka ignored the document and instead thought of the 27th floor that he couldn't press in the elevator, and the very obvious card reader.

'Scan this ID card, it should get me there...'

Hisoka stood up and turned to walk towards the elevator, but after taking only one step, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at the corpse on the ground.

'It seems like this would be more interesting...'

As if he had thought of something interesting, Hisoka's lips curled into a wicked smile as he slowly walked toward the soldier on the ground.

A few minutes later, Private First Class Hal, full of energy, strolled out of the toilet, but his eyes looked completely different from before.

More confident, more arrogant, more perverted.

'Use a thin, ethereal facade to alter your appearance, then fill in your muscles with Nen...'

Hisoka was very satisfied with his disguise; it was the first time he had tried to transform himself into someone else in this way.

It worked surprisingly well.

Thinking this, Hisoka swayed his hips, humming a little tune as he slowly walked towards the elevator.

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Shila-

The sound of tires rubbing against the ground filled the air as the transport truck screeched to a halt, barely stopping in front of the checkpoint in the underpass.

Mitchell smelled a faint scent of blood in the air. His heart tightened, and he decisively pushed open the door, got out of the car, and strode forward to check the situation.

As he walked a few steps to the soldiers' encampment, the scene before him confirmed his suspicions, his worst-case scenario—

The soldiers' corpses lay scattered about, each one with a clean, swift slit in the throat—clearly the work of a master.

'The card was stolen, and they're already heading towards the Empire State Building?'

Mitchellston promptly got up, returned to the transport vehicle, opened the compartment, and took out a small box:

'The transport truck is too slow. This distance doesn't require much physical exertion; I can just run there, it'll be faster...'

He then gestured to the truck driver that he could leave now.

Hearing the transport truck start its engine, Mitchell didn't waste any words, and with a burst of speed, he sped towards the end of the passage.

'According to the scheduled time, Qiduo and Vincent should already be waiting at the Empire State Building, along with a few soldiers. They shouldn't have any problem dealing with a few attackers…'

Chapter 73 Disadvantage! Struggle! × A Battle That Changes in an Instant (Seeking First Subscription 3/6)

'Kuroro!'

So, does that mean all three of them are members of the Phantom Troupe?

'Wait a minute, there's no such person as Hal in the Phantom Troupe, but he's also a Nen user...'

'Is he a real soldier, or a member of a third-party force...?'

Fortunately, Dia always liked to maintain a calm expression, and she managed to control her expression the moment she noticed Kuroro had sneaked in.

Furthermore, since Qiduo had attracted most people's attention, his fleeting change in expression went unnoticed by anyone.

Dia weighed the numbers of the enemy and herself in her mind. Two against three was a disadvantage!

In an instant, Dia began frantically thinking of ways to break the deadlock.

Kuroro is undoubtedly the most difficult person to deal with. If there is a chance, you must kill him first!

In the worst-case scenario, the opponent is already prepared to activate their abilities at any time, and Dia has no way of predicting what kind of abilities Kuroro will use.

In other words, it's a game of strategy!

Of the five people present, besides Kita, it doesn't matter that Kuroro is a dying man, but the identities of the other two soldiers cannot be confirmed, so there are two possibilities.

Firstly, the three of them are a group, all disguised members of the Phantom Troupe using similar disguise abilities.