Chapter 63 - 63

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t/n Tread carefully in this chapter... -------------- This way, they wouldn't attract too much attention. "Park, lead the way," Zeno instructed. "Yes, sir." The three of them made their way toward the Garbage Old Zone. Ron glanced at the crystal ball in front of him. At that moment, the crystal ball was slowly absorbing the characteristics of its surroundings, gradually gathering information. Ron felt a sense of anticipation. Specialists had a significant advantage in this regard. The combat styles of different Nen beasts could vary greatly, which was not something easily achieved by Nen users of other types. For example, within the Phantom Troupe, Uvogin was their combat specialist; he could be likened to Ron's Nen beast, Baki. When Ron's aura reached Uvogin's level, Baki would be able to match Uvogin's strength—provided Ron supplied Baki with enough aura. In a different environment or against another enemy, Ron could summon Killer Queen instead, empowering her with enough aura to effectively create an explosive entity on par with Uvogin. Ron could make these transformations with just a thought. However, for Uvogin to master such capabilities wouldn't be simple. It would require immense effort and a significant amount of time. He might not even be able to achieve it to a high standard. Yet, the time Ron spent creating Killer Queen and Baki was relatively short. To put it directly, Ron needed considerably less time to create a new Nen beast compared to other Nen users developing a new combat ability, which gave him a substantial edge. Why was Hisoka disappointed in Kastro's performance and ultimately killed him? It was because Kastro's ability development had taken a wrong turn. For an ordinary Nen user, abandoning previously developed abilities to pursue new ones is not an easy task. This is why Hisoka chose to give up on Kastro. Of course, not all Specialists enjoy such a great advantage. Ron was not an ordinary Specialist; he was more aligned with the quintessential characteristics of Emitters. Moreover, Ron was also a reincarnator. "Sir, we have arrived," Park announced. Ron looked up at what lay ahead. A massive mountain of garbage loomed, exuding a putrid odour. The refuse on top appeared to have lain undisturbed for hundreds of years, radiating an ominous aura. Figures were climbing the garbage mountain, scavenging through the debris. The arrival of Ron and the others did not startle these individuals. It wasn't that no one noticed them; they simply couldn't be stirred. Ron moved a bit closer. He could see that the expressions of these individuals were vacant, their eyes filled with a lifelessness reminiscent of robots, lacking any emotional fluctuation, like the living dead. Even Zeno was slightly taken aback at the sight. The Zoldyck family had conducted many transactions with Meteor City, but Zeno was unaware that the periphery of Meteor City bore such a grim reality. A thin young man spotted a black, unidentified object. He focused his gaze and observed it for a moment. After seemingly confirming that it was edible, he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth. He began to chew. Black juice trickled from the corners of the young man's mouth, staining both his lips and the front of his shirt. A faint stench wafted through the air. Suddenly, a loud "bang!" echoed. His figure collapsed. The nearby living dead turned their attention to the noise and shuffled, in unison, toward the fallen body. They gathered around the corpse. "Chomp!" One bite, two bites, three bites... The corpse was devoured by the other living dead, and the stench of blood filled the air, staining their clothes, faces, and hands red. Yet Ron observed that they showed no change in expression. They felt no disgust. They felt no guilt. Yet there was also no greed. No desire. This was unlike those who had been starved in a chaotic world, who clearly exuded a sense of brutality. But these people did not. From these individuals, Ron felt only one thing: coldness. Cold as a machine, cold as metal. It sent a chilling sensation down his spine. These beings could hardly be considered human. The atmosphere around them was oppressive, so heavy it was almost suffocating. Now Ron understood why Park had spoken the way he did earlier. This truly was an indescribable feeling. Before arriving, Ron had learned a considerable amount about Meteor City. Some of it came from the original plot he had watched in his previous life. Some came from information he had gathered in this world. But Ron had never imagined that Meteor City would present such a scene. "Perhaps this is what it feels like to be abandoned by the entire world." After finishing their meal, the living dead turned away indifferently. Some, feeling full, climbed down from the garbage mountain, found a flat spot, and simply collapsed to sleep. They were no different from wild animals. Those who were still hungry continued their search on the garbage mountain. Some passed by Ron and the others, not even sparing them a glance. It was as if Ron and his companions didn't exist at all. Park's mood was complex. He had seen the conditions in the Old Garbage Zone before, but every time he witnessed it, he couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow. However, he understood very well that there was nothing he could do about it. This was something even the elders of Meteor City could not change. "Park, let's keep moving forward." "Yes, sir." The three of them continued walking through the Old Garbage Zone. Yet, the scenes they encountered were nearly all the same. Ron kept observing the progress of the crystal ball. The progress was still increasing, showing no signs of slowing down, so Ron had no plans to leave the Old Garbage Zone just yet. His previous experiences had given him a deeper understanding of the Observer ability. The essence of this ability lies in observation. And observation means seeing more. Because the Zoldyck estate was relatively small, Ron had only spent a month observing it before learning almost everything about it. The Sky Arena was much larger, which meant there was more to observe. Meteor City was even bigger than the Sky Arena. "I wonder how long it will take to fill the crystal ball this time." Just then, suddenly, the sound of a baby crying echoed. Ron instinctively looked over. Zeno and Park did the same. They saw that on one of the garbage mountains, it seemed new refuse had arrived. And the sound of the baby was coming from among this new garbage. "This..." Ron felt something was off. From what he had seen before, a fallen corpse had quickly become food for the living dead. What would happen to a baby? However, before Ron could locate the source of the sound, one of the living dead had already arrived first. ------ On some good news I finally completed my p@tron!! You can read up to 60 Advanced chapters! Patreon(.)com/IDKjust Thank you all for reading, even during this thought part... Again I am sorry :(

Chapter 63 - 63

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