Hunter x Hunter: Transmigrated with Character Extraction System

The assistant was momentarily stunned. "That's no place to find valuable information; it's essentially the world's dumping ground."

The fact that such precious data could emerge from such a location was truly incredible.

Ging remained silent in response to the assistant's astonishment. "It's hardly surprising," he remarked.

"The very fact that such valuable data could originate from a place like Meteor City suggests something highly unusual is at play."

He held firm in his conviction that the documents in his possession had not originated from Meteor City. He had, after all, expended a considerable portion of his personal wealth to acquire these few aged pieces of parchment.

Over the years, a significant number of valuable items have mysteriously surfaced from Meteor City. The world views it as a gigantic waste disposal site, yet an abundance of treasure continues to emerge from its depths. It's simply inconceivable that a group of mere scavengers could accumulate such a vast quantity of riches.

There must be a powerful figure orchestrating these events from behind the scenes.

"Mr. Ging," the assistant ventured, "tell us about the Lurka Ruins."

"There's not much to tell," Ging replied, "except that the Lurka Ruins architectural style seems remarkably similar to that of the Kakin Empire."

"The Kakin Empire!" the assistant exclaimed, his voice laced with surprise.

Ging nodded. "Both the Kakin and Lurka Ruins were extraordinary nations. One has already fallen, while the other..."

At that precise moment, a colleague of Ging's came running up from behind, his demeanor one of palpable urgency.

"Mr. Ging! There's been a serious development!"

"What is it?" Ging inquired, his voice laced with concern.

The colleague, panting heavily, approached Ging, stopping directly in front of him. After several deep breaths, he managed to raise his head and address Ging.

"Mr. Ging, you really need to see this!" He then carefully placed the laptop he was carrying onto the ground before Ging.

With a swift movement, the colleague opened the laptop. The screen illuminated, revealing a message that left Ging speechless.

Ging snatched the laptop from the colleague's hands, his eyes widening in disbelief as he fixated on the message displayed on the screen. "This... this is..." he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

The screen displayed a wanted poster: 'Wanted: Loki, 2nd-ranked professional Hunter. Reason: Collusion with the Mafia, causing severe damage to Yorknew City. Wanted Level: S-Class.'

At the sight of the S-Class wanted poster, Ging's assistant froze, his face a mask of disbelief.

"S-Class wanted?!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment. Even if he didn't fully grasp the implications of the various wanted levels, he had never before encountered an S-Class wanted criminal.

And the fact that the individual in question was merely a child made the situation all the more extraordinary. "Mr. Ging, it's just a child! To issue an S-Class wanted poster for a child seems... highly improbable!"

Ging abruptly turned his head to look at his assistant, his eyes still wide with shock. He then carefully placed the laptop back down, his expression gradually returning to one of controlled composure.

"There's no mistake," Ging stated firmly. "This is a wanted poster personally issued by the Chairman himself."

The fact that the wanted poster had been personally issued by Netero, the Chairman of the Hunter Association, was a development of immense significance. It was tantamount to a direct call to action, urging all Hunters to take up arms against Loki.

"But to issue an S-Class wanted poster for a child? Isn't that a bit excessive?" the assistant questioned, his voice laced with uncertainty. To the assistant, Loki didn't appear to be a dangerous individual; his amiable smile hardly suggested the image of a hardened criminal.

"Excessive?" Ging scoffed, a cold smile playing on his lips. "This is a child who was granted an exception by Chairman Netero, bypassing the rigorous Hunter Examination and directly becoming a professional Hunter."

"A child who awakened his Nen abilities after a single Nen attack."

"A child who nearly destroyed an entire spaceship!"

"Do you still believe that the S-Class wanted level is excessive?" Ging challenged, his voice laced with a hint of sardonic amusement.

After Ging finished speaking, a palpable sense of unease washed over both individuals, their faces now visibly damp with perspiration.

"Mr. Ging," the assistant stammered, his voice barely above a whisper, "is all of this actually true?"

"I was present on that very spaceship that he nearly demolished when he awakened his Nen abilities," Ging confirmed, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The assistant's eyes widened in disbelief. If Ging himself had witnessed these events firsthand, then there could be no question of their veracity.

The stark contrast between their own progress and Loki's was almost too much to bear. They had been diligently training under Ging's tutelage for several years, yet their Nen abilities were still in their nascent stages.

Meanwhile, a mere child had instantaneously awakened his Nen abilities after receiving a single Nen attack. The sheer disparity in their respective levels of talent was truly staggering.

"But Mr. Ging," the assistant ventured, attempting to process this incredible information, "even if this child is a prodigy, he must have only recently learned Nen. Surely, his strength can't be that significant."

"Not strong?" Ging's eyes twitched involuntarily at the assistant's naive assessment. "That child mastered all the techniques of manipulating Nen's aura within a single month, and his proficiency is nothing short of exceptional. Do you still believe he's weak?"

"What?! One month?!" the assistant exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief.

The assistant's mind struggled to process the sheer improbability of such a feat. "What could one possibly accomplish in a single month?"

He muttered to himself, recalling his own arduous training regimen, where even after a month of dedicated practice, he had still failed to meet Ging's expectations for the Sui-gen technique.

"But even so," the assistant persisted, still struggling to reconcile the information he had just received, "it still doesn't justify..."

"He has already developed his own unique Nen ability," Ging interjected calmly, his tone unwavering. "Fire. He can transform his Nen aura into actual flames."

The expressions on both the assistant's and the colleague's faces froze, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"That's... that's impossible! Mr. Ging, developing a unique Nen ability is already an extraordinary feat, but to actually transform one's Nen aura into flames... is that even possible?" the assistant stammered, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and awe.

Ging lowered his head, lost in thought for a moment. "Theoretically, it is possible," he conceded, "but even for exceptionally gifted Nen users, it would typically require decades of rigorous training, coupled with a significant element of sheer luck."

"And... how long did it take him?" the assistant pressed, his curiosity piqued.

"The precise timeframe is unknown," Ging replied, "but judging from the point at which he mastered Nen to his demonstration of this ability in Yorknew City, it appears to have been a matter of mere months."

The word "months" hung heavy in the air, leaving Ging's two assistants utterly speechless. The sheer improbability of such a feat was almost too much to comprehend.

'A monster!' both assistants thought simultaneously, a chilling realization dawning upon them.

A week after Loki's wanted poster was issued, Yorknew City remained surprisingly calm, with no significant incidents reported. The aftermath of the underground auction had subsided, and the city's official auction was about to commence.

During this period, Loki had remained relatively inactive, choosing to maintain a low profile despite the issuance of the wanted poster. While he wasn't particularly concerned about the implications, he nonetheless wished to avoid drawing undue attention to himself.

His photograph was prominently displayed on virtually every intelligence website, giving the impression that he had become a ubiquitous online presence, akin to a digital wallpaper.

Consequently, Loki made a conscious effort to remain within the confines of his residence, delegating any necessary tasks to Pakunoda and Baise.

With the auction scheduled to begin the following day, Loki began devising a plan to acquire Greed Island. He handed the bank card provided by the Mafia to Baise.

"Check how much money is on this," Loki instructed.

Baise accessed the account details using his computer, the sheer number of zeros displayed on the screen almost causing him to momentarily lose his composure.

The Mafia had collectively offered Loki hundreds of billions as a reward, while the Ten Dons had also contributed a similarly staggering sum.

The combined amount was incredibly close to reaching the trillion Jenny mark. This sum of money was more than enough to secure the purchase of a Greed Island game.

Loki hadn't anticipated such a substantial financial reward from the Mafia and the Ten Dons. However, he didn't express any significant surprise. Money, to Loki, was simply a number, and the magnitude of the sum held little personal significance. He simply didn't need money.

Meanwhile, Gon and Killua, who shared the same goal of acquiring Greed Island, were grappling with a far more pressing concern: the lack of sufficient funds.

"Gon, what are we going to do? We've only managed to accumulate a little over twenty million Jenny so far.

That's barely a drop in the bucket compared to what we need to purchase Greed Island," Killua lamented, lying listlessly on his bed.

For the first time, he found himself burdened by the weight of financial constraints, although he knew that securing a loan from his wealthy family would present little difficulty.

Gon, however, shared Killua's apprehension, his brow furrowed in a deep frown. "The auction starts tomorrow, and we're still drastically short of the necessary funds. Sigh!" he sighed dejectedly.

"To accumulate eighty billion Jenny within such a short timeframe is simply unrealistic, Gon and Killua," Leorio remarked calmly, sipping his coffee from a nearby table. He had foreseen this predicament from the outset. However, given the extremely limited timeframe, there was little that could be done to alter the course of events.

"I won't give up until the very last moment," Gon declared resolutely, leaping to his feet and grabbing Killua's arm. "Come on, Killua, let's head back to the flea market and see if we can find anything!"

"Sigh!!" Killua let out a heavy sigh, offering no resistance as Gon pulled him out of the room and into the bustling streets.

As they walked, Gon maintained his outwardly optimistic demeanor, insisting that they wouldn't give up, but his eyes betrayed a hint of underlying doubt and pessimism. He harbored little genuine hope of achieving their ambitious goal within the remaining timeframe.

Suddenly, Killua's brow furrowed, and he leaned in to whisper in Gon's ear, "Be careful! Someone's following us."

Gon's expression immediately turned serious. "I sensed that too," he replied, his voice low and measured. "But I don't think they're particularly strong opponents."

"Let's draw them into a more secluded area," Gon suggested, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. With a swift movement, he raised his hand and playfully flicked Killua on the forehead.

"You idiot, come and get me!" Gon exclaimed, then sprinted off at full speed, leaving Killua standing alone.

Killua's expression darkened as he watched Gon run off. "That idiot," he muttered under his breath, his tone laced with a mixture of exasperation and concern.

"Is this really the best approach he could have devised? It seems rather... clumsy." He couldn't help but question the effectiveness of Gon's rather rudimentary strategy.

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