Chapter 308 - 308

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There were hundreds of Kurta Clan members here, but only a portion of them had awakened their Scarlet Eyes. In the original story, those who obtained the Scarlet Eyes got only thirty-six pairs in total. All together, that was just a bit over ten billion Jenny. Was it really worth bringing so many people here? Was it really worth fighting such a fierce battle? "This doesn't make sense." Ron's eyes flickered slightly. "The Heil-Ly Family and the people from the Republic of Mingbo must have other reasons." At where the Hei-Ly family were gathered. A dozen figures hoisted a massive rocket launcher—no, it was more like a missile—aiming at that extremely tall figure in the middle. Bang! Ron's pupils contracted. The weapons these people had taken out were completely beyond normal standards; even if they weren't as potent as the Rose, they weren't far off. A huge chunk of the giant's body was blown away. Inside the giant's body, the middle-aged Kurta Clan member's face turned grim. An unusual power descended upon the man, causing his skin to start festering. Bang! The giant vanished. The middle-aged man no longer had enough strength to maintain the giant's form and fell from midair. That seemed to herald the complete downfall of the Kurta Clan. A giant net materialized, ensnaring the Kurta who specialized in speed. Immediately after, a Conjurer drove his spear savagely into the trapped Kurta's chest. Meanwhile, the one who could make his body intangible had been pushed to the limit. A blade swept across his throat— Shunk! His neck was completely cut through, blood gushing wildly. Several puppets, controlled by Shalnark, surrounded another Kurta Clan member. Their ability manifested into a large sphere overhead. Bang! It fell at an extremely high speed. Immediately after: "Super Destructive Punch!" "Rotation!" Uvogin and Phinks attacked in unison, unleashing a terrifying aura. Even though their opponent was an A-level Nen user, they still couldn't withstand such power. A figure staggered out. Whoosh! Feitan's silhouette appeared in an instant, forcing this Kurta Clan member to retreat. But right in their path stood Nobunaga, already poised for action. "Draw Slash!" A flash of cold light streaked past. In the next moment, that Kurta Clan member collapsed. A massive wound cut deep into his back—beyond just the skin, severing muscle, revealing pale bone. Bang! The last Kurta Clan member fell. Unlike the ones before, his eyes did not show strong resentment, hatred, or anger, but rather a sense of relief. Perhaps because he had seen the previous scene and understood that the Kurta Clan's fate could no longer be changed. Confronted by so many—and so powerful—outsiders, the Kurta Clan had only one end: total annihilation. Ordinary Kurta Clan members were butchered like livestock. Those who possessed Scarlet Eyes were toyed with and humiliated. Those Scarlet Eyes were treated like mere merchandise. "It's over." Those still alive among the outsiders wore expressions of delight. Whether they obtained Scarlet Eyes or not, they would all receive a decent reward for participating in this operation. Additionally, they could loot the Kurta Clan's village. This group had existed for so many years, so there had to be plenty of treasure hidden there. Any find would be a massive windfall. "These damn red-eyed freaks were actually pretty strong." "We lost quite a few people ourselves." No one cared about most of the hired guns who had died. But some had come with friends or partners. Not every group possessed the strength of the Phantom Troupe. Ron glanced around. They were in a valley. As the final Kurta Clan member fell, the entire place grew silent. Suddenly, Ron spotted a figure— A woman with long hair and white clothes, exuding a cool aura. She looked somewhat out of place in this environment. Her body carried even less blood scent than Ron's. And Ron faintly recognized her, as if they'd met somewhere before. "Sheila." Ron remembered. In the original story, there was a character like this. According to Sheila's own account, she had accidentally wandered into the Kurta Clan's hidden settlement, later met Kurapika, and gave him a Hunter's Handbook. She came across as a bit airheaded, always reading while walking and often tripping. Her knees were perpetually bruised. Previously, Ron had guessed that the Kurta Clan's location was exposed most likely because of Sheila. Now, with the Kurta Clan wiped out, she was here without any sign of surprise, anger, or shock on her face—just calmness. So Ron was certain. Sheila was the one who revealed the Kurta Clan's hiding place, who led the outside world here, who orchestrated the downfall of the Kurta Clan. "I recall that in the original story, Kurapika was deeply grateful and respectful to Sheila. His desire to become a Hunter was partly inspired by the handbook Sheila gave him." "If he knew the truth, what would his expression be?" "Compared to that..." Ron looked at the Phantom Troupe in the distance. "Many Kurta Clan members did die by the Troupe's hands." "But the Phantom Troupe was only one of the killers." "The real culprit is Sheila, the one Kurapika admires." "At the moment he learns the truth, Kurapika's mental state would probably shatter." Most of the outsiders relaxed at this point. But certain groups did not: Cadres from the Heil-Ly Family of the Kakin Empire, Formidable Nen users from the Republic of Mingbo, And some Meteor City members hanging around with the Phantom Troupe. Ron had unconsciously overlooked them before, but upon paying closer attention, he realized the outsiders were really divided into four major factions: Kakin, Mingbo, Meteor City, and the hired guns. They looked tense, extremely wary of one another. "What are they nervous about?" Ron's eyes flickered. "Their true objective?" Right then, the ground started trembling. A lot of things began disappearing, bit by bit, shrinking at high speed— Until they all formed a round sphere. ----------------------- You can read up to 120 Advanced chapters! Patreon(.)com/IDKjust

Chapter 308 - 308

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