Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

"Go in."

The door was pushed open.

A young girl dressed in simple clothes walked in.

"What is it?" Salo asked.

The girl said in a clear and pleasant voice, "The message from below is that the [Pharmacist] has been found."

The bathroom fell silent for a moment.

Salo's laughter rang out.

"Heh, where did that guy go?"

"The troops saw him in Biscayne Forest Park as he was leaving the park in a bus."

He then checked into a hotel, and the latest records show that he has purchased an airship ticket to Yorktown and is likely already at the airport.

"He runs pretty fast, kid. Tell me what he's been up to lately."

Salo asked with some curiosity.

“His appearance is very different from before, he seems to have had plastic surgery, and he seems to have gone to the Sky Arena a few months ago.”

And then, he climbed to the 200th floor and won three matches before leaving.

Afterwards, he used the prize money to purchase a large amount of materials around the world via the internet…

After listening to the explanation.

Salo chuckled.

"He's been living a very fulfilling life lately, and he still refuses to come back. It seems he thinks he has gained power and has betrayed me."

“All those who betray you, my lord, will pay the price, and only spilled blood can wash it away,” he said, gently stroking the beautiful girl in his arms.

"Hmph!" Salo suddenly got angry and shoved her away: "What do you know? You stinking woman."

He then ignored the panicked girl and leaned back against the edge of the bathtub.

“He is very important to me, and I would forgive him even if he betrayed me.”

His vision isn't broad enough; does he think he can escape my grasp like this? Hahaha, he'll realize his mistake soon enough.

After chuckling a few times, Salo turned his head.

“Youkexin? Send someone to bring him back and let his local family persuade him and tell him my will.”

If he refuses, send someone capable. Remember, my requirement is to bring him back alive, and not let him suffer any incurable injuries.

It's okay to spend more money and hire more people; his abilities are very important.

"Yes."

……

Because of the tight supply of air tickets.

Kevin simply bought a ticket for the middle of the night, since the journey would take quite a while, two days and two nights.

The ticket inspector stared at Kevin's face and held up his ID card for a long time before finally letting him through.

"This is so troublesome. It's one thing to buy a ticket and spend money, but I also have to use my ID to record my information."

Board the airship and find your private room.

Kevin threw himself onto the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

He remembered that he had hoped Bisky would give him a new identity card, but it turned out that she couldn't.

To be honest, Kevin never expected that something that seemed so simple would be so difficult for Bisky.

In this world, everyone's identity information is extremely important and must be firmly recorded in the international people's information database.

A person's information is extremely difficult to change or replace, or rather, it is simply impossible to change or replace.

Everyone, everyone who is born, has their information registered at the moment of birth, even stillborn babies.

No matter how closed or remote a country is, it has this registration process.

This is mandatory and necessary.

V5 and the Hunter Association will ensure that this process is carried out accurately.

From then on, his entire life's record will be documented.

Major powers and some top-tier forces with access to this information can obtain data on every individual.

If you have the ability to hack into this system, you can also retrieve information.

However, any attempt to delete, replace, or destroy this information is pointless, as it cannot be processed in this way.

They consist of multiple interconnected systems, which maximize the protection and data integrity.

Even if you forcibly delete it, it will be restored after 0.1 seconds.

Even the most skilled hackers can only break into the system to retrieve the information they want.

Even they couldn't completely delete it.

It is said that there are also dedicated hunters and Nen users maintaining this system.

So even though Kevin's appearance has changed a lot, his information still follows him.

To be honest, without the corresponding information, it would be impossible to make any progress.

In Bisky's words, his criminal record was nothing compared to the crime of unauthorized deletion of registration information.

Because this person would certainly be executed and dealt with quickly.

Not to mention Kevin wants to get a hunter's license; with a hunter's license, all the crimes he committed before will be completely irrelevant.

A significant portion of the hunters are carrying different criminal charges in different countries; the other hunters aren't without crimes, they just haven't been caught.

Overall, after comparison...

Kevin felt that this world was much more messed up than his original world.

"Forget it, who cares? Can I change the world? Just protect myself and stick to my principles."

As the broadcast began, the airship slowly took off.

Before long, it was dawn.

Since Kevin boarded the plane late at night, he didn't sleep all night and had breakfast at the airship's restaurant.

While eating, they looked out at the scenery through the transparent glass window next to them.

The scenery wasn't really that great; it was all white, and the ground was barely visible due to the altitude.

He picked up a magazine from the dining table and started reading.

She looked very relaxed and comfortable.

But his attention was not actually on what was in front of him at all.

"That guy's been watching me? Why? Am I being followed?"

A question flashed through Kevin's mind, and he finished eating and returned to his room.

"He didn't follow us; he stayed in the restaurant by himself... Coincidence? Hmm, let's remain vigilant."

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Gangsters X Prophecy Poem

Youkexin.

Emerald Splendor Hotel.

Inside a luxurious private room on the 36th floor.

A man in his prime was intently looking at a newspaper in his hand, with a mobile phone beside him, ready to answer a call at any time.

At the doorway, one could see bodyguards dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses. Inside the room, several gang members sat together, occasionally whispering among themselves.

"Boss, weren't we supposed to be going back in a few days? Why are we still here?" a gang member asked.

Another member next to him nodded in agreement: "That's right, the auction has been over for so long, how much longer are the Liz family going to chat?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man raised his head, frowned, and reminded him, "Shut up, we just need to follow along. Those big shots are not people we can mess with. We're just peripheral figures responsible for handling miscellaneous tasks."

Although the Nosra family controls the underground gang power in a small city, they are nothing more than small fry who can be easily crushed in the face of a real big gang family.

In this place where important figures are everywhere, they can only do odd jobs.

Hearing their leader say that, the other members who had spoken could only purse their lips and refocus their attention on their entertainment.

Just then, shouts came from the inner room.

"Daddy, come here quickly, Daddy!"

"Boss, the young lady is calling you," a gang member standing at the door reminded him with a smile.

Wright stood up and smiled helplessly: "I should have known better than to bring her."

"It's rare for Miss to come out and have fun, it's alright," the younger brother who had just spoken replied with a smile.

Wright doted on his daughter, especially after his wife's death.

He had important matters to discuss at this auction and would need to stay for quite some time. Unable to resist his daughter's repeated requests, he had no choice but to bring her along.

Wright composed himself, noticing his slight fatigue, and went into the room.

The TV in the room seemed to be playing some late-night entertainment channel, and the daughter was lying on the table, scribbling something.

"Dad, come here quickly!" His daughter waved and called to him with a smile.

Wright smiled indulgently, walked over and gently ruffled his daughter's hair: "So, Neo, what's up so late? And you should go to sleep too."

"Right away!" Nyon waved her hand and said eagerly.

She pulled her father to sit down across the table.

“Dad, tell me your birthday, be specific, and your blood type too. I’ll do a divination for you; I just learned how!” Neo smiled brightly, like a child showing off a new toy.

Wright smiled helplessly; he never refused this kind of warm and fun parent-child interaction.

He sat down obediently across the table, looked at his daughter, and said, "So, my lovely little fortune teller, what do you want to predict for Daddy?"

"Tell me about the future, how about this month? Tell me, it's your birthday."

“Okay, okay,” Wright replied with a smile.

This is just a lighthearted little game; there's no need to spoil my daughter's fun.

As Wright announced his birthday and blood type, his daughter picked up a pen and suddenly became somewhat dazed, stiffly raising her hand to begin writing on the paper.

This scene made Wright frown slightly, but seeing that his daughter was indeed writing seriously, he didn't pay any more attention to it.

After finishing writing, the strange state I had just experienced seemed to be just an illusion.

"Quick, quick, I've already written it down, it's a prophecy for the future!" With that, Neon handed over the paper.

Wright smiled and said, "Why don't you read it to your dad?" This would further enhance parent-child interaction.

To everyone's surprise, Nyon shook her head very seriously: "No, fortune tellers can't read their own predictions, otherwise they won't come true."

“Okay.” Wright didn’t insist and took the paper to look at it.

I must say, it's written with a lot of substance.

The paper reads:

When the bells toll on the seventh night, the black envelope will fall into your palm. Follow the jackal you cannot disobey eastward, silently following along, taking your own claws with you.

The newly born beast despises carrion and chains, and you are one of those despised. If you open your mouth to conceal poison, its sharp claws will strike you.

Fragile lives will be saved, but profound pain is inevitable. Gilded lies are the ladder of collapse; only the truth can build the tower of life.

The beast of money is asking you a question; it's time to choose. Will you spit out the information and sink into unchanging decay, or will you break free of your shackles and look towards the distant blue sky?

This mystical prophetic poem really does give the impression of foretelling the future.

Wright read it carefully. After all, it was his daughter's work, and it was truly remarkable that she could write such content in such a short time.

Wright smiled, folded the paper neatly, and put it in his pocket; after all, it was a gift from his daughter.