Chapter 99

Chapter 101: Who is Kester?

Above the cloud sea, the airship flew at a steady pace.

Pjorn was amazed by Moyu's performance, which surpassed his age.

Not only was his ability to deduce almost directly to the heart of the matter impressive, but also his profound understanding of the "Nen system" was something that left Pjorn deeply surprised.

Moyu ignored the age question Pjorn had thrown at him and instead said, "Pjorn, what I just said is merely my personal speculation and judgment, and can only be used as a reference."

Leaving room for everything.

This was Moyu's habit.

So even when expressing opinions and views, he would try his best to give warnings and hints.

Why did he have such a habit?

This was related to the family education of his previous life.

"Whenever you face anything, try to imagine the worst-case scenario, because reality will not give you any warning."

Strict elders always instilled this notion into Moyu through various reasons.

Over time, Moyu began to think more deeply.

"Rubbish, do you think I would take your speculation as a basis? Do I look that casual?"

Pjorn stared intently at Moyu's side face and said in a deep voice, "It's just... the possibility of leaving a posthumous Nen is so troublesome to even imagine."

"..."

Moyu gazed at the blue sky, not picking up on this topic.

Swamp people...

Based on the information currently available, there is no problem in treating them as normal humans.

The prerequisite is that Nen masters can remove the trigger-based operational ability switch implanted in their bodies.

Or, approach it from Davidson, to remove the ability.

The only issue is—

After retaining their souls, memories, and bodies, can the swamp people still be considered the original humans after removing the potential danger?

That is, am I still me?

This theme, which runs through the entire story of the swamp man, if it were to play out in the real world, could it be easily accepted by others?

Thinking of this, Moyu couldn't help but think of the Chimera Ant arc in the original work.

Kite, Jin's disciple.

In the Chimera Ant arc, he died at the hands of the cat woman but returned to the world as a Chimera Ant, retaining his complete soul.

At that time, everyone still thought he was Kite...

Moyu's thoughts gradually drifted away.

Two days later.

The airship landed at the Schwardani City airport.

"Go, go, go."

Pjorn got off the airship and hurriedly walked out of the airport.

While walking quickly, he was still looking down at his phone, but it didn't seem like he was playing a game; rather, he was typing.

Moyu had asked out of curiosity, and the answer was: Beanface told me to get back to the association quickly, but my investigation report isn't finished yet.

Thus,

There was the scene of Pjorn rushing to finish his investigation report on his phone while on the move.

After all, this trip took two days and two nights, with plenty of free time.

And every time Moyu saw Pjorn, he could see the rabbit-ear phone in Pjorn's hand.

It seemed that he had been holding the phone for two days but hadn't thought about writing the investigation report at all, and now he was cramming at the last minute.

Moyu had nothing to say about this and followed closely behind Pjorn.

The two left the airport one after the other, and a pink car with cartoon stickers was parked by the wide road.

"Rabbit Sister, over here, over here!"

A man with a punk hairstyle got out of the car and waved his hands at Pjorn and Moyu, who had just walked out of the airport.

Moyu noticed the man's actions and couldn't help but look at Pjorn.

Rabbit Sister...

Is he calling Pjorn?

And Pjorn also heard the call and looked in that direction.

When she saw the punk-haired man, Pjorn's eyebrows furrowed, and she sighed heavily.

"Ginime, didn't I tell you to come an hour later?!"

"Hey, it just so happens I was nearby."

Ginime jogged over, seemingly unaware of Pjorn's mood, and laughed, "I didn't expect Rabbit Sister's flight to arrive an hour early. Luckily, I came first, or else Rabbit Sister would have had to wait for an hour."

"..."

Pjorn's mood was complicated.

She said to Moyu with a weak voice, "Get in the car," and then opened the car door and got in first.

Moyu looked at Pjorn, his eyes slightly strange.

Is this to create enough time to finish the report, so she found a scapegoat at the last minute?

But this scapegoat doesn't seem to be very cooperative.

A moment later.

The pink car left the airport.

After getting in the car, Pjorn kept typing on her phone.

"What should I call you, sir?"

Ginime looked at Moyu through the rearview mirror and greeted him.

He was clearly much older than Moyu but called him "sir" so naturally.

Just because he thought that since Moyu could travel with Pjorn, he must not be an ordinary person.

Furthermore,

He thought Moyu was so handsome that he might be Pjorn's chosen boyfriend.

So no matter what, calling him "sir" was definitely not wrong.

"Kester."

Moyu, who didn't know what this energetic young man was thinking, casually reported his name.

"I'm Ginime, Rabbit Sister's tool."

Ginime smiled proudly.

"..."

Moyu was slightly taken aback.

It was the first time he had met such a proud tool.

"Ginime, drive quietly."

Pjorn said with an unfriendly tone.

Ginime immediately put on a serious face, "Yes, Rabbit Sister."

The car was very quiet on the way.

Pjorn's process of finishing the report didn't seem to be going well, and she looked worried.

Moyu pretended not to see and stayed out of it.

When the car was ten minutes away from the Hunter Association, Pjorn's slightly hunched body suddenly slumped, and she leaned against the seat.

"Ah, give up, give up."

She shouted and then looked at Moyu.

"What?"

Moyu raised an eyebrow.

Pjorn extended her hand and said seriously, "That piece of paper... take a photo for me."

"You..."

Moyu instantly understood Pjorn's intention, drooping his eyelids and said helplessly, "The speculations and information I wrote, you haven't forgotten them, have you?"

"Not at all, we're almost at the association, and my hand is sore, I don't want to type anymore."

Pjorn's peach butt moved closer to Moyu.

"Just a moment, it'll be quick!"

"..."

Moyu's lips twitched.

Sore hand?

You can hold your phone and play games non-stop for a whole day.

Moyu shook his head slightly and took out the paper he had torn from the pink notebook.

"Thanks."

Pjorn's eyes lit up, snatched the paper, took a photo, quickly typed in some additional content, and then sent it along with the hastily written investigation report to Beanface.

At this moment,

Beanface, in the office of the Hunter Association building, was busy handling the numerous tasks piled on his desk.

The president, Netero, who should have been sitting at Beanface's position to handle the business, was standing on his toes and balancing a glass of orange juice on his forehead, performing acrobatics.

On the left, Beanface was busy sweating, while on the right, Netero was so idle that he could play with a glass of orange juice.

If someone didn't know, they might think Beanface was the president of the Hunter Association.

At this moment, Beanface's email received Pjorn's investigation report.

He stopped his work, operated the mouse, and opened the pop-up message.

The content of the report Pjorn sent, along with several photos, immediately caught his eye.

Beanface read through it line by line, and a look of surprise slowly appeared on his green bean face.

"President."

"Hmm?"

Netero, hearing this, glanced at Beanface.

The latter stared at the computer screen and said solemnly, "I just read the investigation report on the Deltana Restaurant incident that Pjorn sent over. It seems Pjorn has made many new discoveries."

"Ho, let me see."

Netero walked to Beanface's side and bent down to look at the computer screen.

After carefully reading the email content, Netero stroked his beard and smiled, "Posthumous Nen... indeed, we need to be cautious."

He finished reading all the content.

Compared to the information and speculations written in it, what interested him more was the analysis of the content of the book "Swamp Man," leading to the speculation that Davidson would likely leave Nen after death.

"President, the information Pjorn has organized has several new discoveries, and all of them have corresponding evidence. Should we directly update and replace the existing information?"

"No rush, we'll have a conclusion in two days."

Netero placed the orange juice he had been juggling for a long time, without spilling a drop, in front of Beanface, as if offering it to him.

Beanface looked at the glass of orange juice and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In about two days, a batch of approved serious criminals would be transported to Schwardani City.

At that time, they could conduct various experiments with these criminals to obtain more information and test the many speculations.

That's why Netero said to wait for two days.

Beanface moved the orange juice to the side and said with some emotion, "Pjorn's investigation report this time is very comprehensive, to be honest, it surprised me a bit."

"Ho ho."

Netero turned away from the desk and laughed, "Look at the bottom right corner of the investigation report, there are two names."

"Ah?"

Hearing Netero's words, Beanface was taken aback.

His gaze returned to the computer screen, and under Netero's reminder, he focused on the bottom right corner.

Then—

Beanface finally saw the two names written in the signature section.

"Kester, Pjorn."

Because the text was very small, Beanface hadn't noticed these two names when he finished reading the report.

Now that he saw them...

Beanface's smooth forehead instantly wrinkled.

"Pjorn...?"

His eyes showed a look of confusion.

So who is Kester?

Knowing all the members, he could confirm that there was no such person in the association.

Furthermore, Pjorn was acting alone, so why is there an additional name, Kester, on the investigation report?

And why is Kester's name listed before Pjorn's?

"Ho ho..."

Netero laughed with a hint of amusement.

Abnormal developments always piqued his interest.

At this moment,

Moyu, sitting in the pink car, didn't know that Pjorn had included the speculations he casually mentioned on the airship in the investigation report.

Including them was one thing...

But writing the name in the signature section was another.

In fact, the reason Pjorn included Moyu's speculations in the report was simply to make the report look longer.

After a while,

The pink car arrived at the base of the Hunter Association building.

"Rabbit Sister, we're here."

The tool, Ginime, stopped the car and looked at Pjorn and Moyu through the rearview mirror.

While driving...

Pjorn's action of moving closer to Moyu was noticed by Ginime.

Indeed, calling Moyu "sir" at the airport was the right choice.

Ginime was mentally celebrating.

Pjorn just nodded at Ginime, then opened the car door and got out, stretching a little.

Completing the investigation report on time made her feel light and carefree.

Moyu followed and got out of the car, walking to Pjorn's side.

Just as he was about to take a look at the Hunter Association, suddenly, a rather oppressive gaze fell upon him.

In an instant,

It felt like a mountain was pressing down on him!

Moyu's pupils contracted, and he reflexively opened his spirit holes, releasing aura to cover his entire body.

But after using "Hardening," the sudden gaze disappeared without a trace.

"..."

Moyu looked up at the top of the Hunter Association building, his brows furrowed.

That unusual gaze... came from above.

"Kester, what are you doing?"

Pjorn looked at Moyu beside her, puzzled.

She suddenly sensed Moyu releasing Nen.

Despite being at the entrance of the Hunter Association, as a basic quality of a Nen user, she instinctively reacted and quickly checked the surroundings.

But there was nothing.

Now, seeing Moyu slightly retract his Nen, she felt puzzled.

"Just now... a gaze suddenly fell upon me, giving me a very intimidating feeling."

Moyu withdrew his gaze and explained, frowning.

Hearing Moyu's explanation, Pjorn's face showed a look of surprise.

"Really? There shouldn't be any of your enemies here, right?"

She widened her eyes and pointed at the entrance of the Hunter Association.

Moyu just shook his head and frowned, thinking about the source of that gaze.

He thought of the former Clear Team that had separated from the Hunter Association but quickly ruled out this guess.

If the remnants of the Clear Team knew his identity, they wouldn't have waited so long to act.

Moreover, there was no need for them to specifically look at him.

Right...

That sudden gaze seemed to be a deliberate action.

Although it felt very intimidating, there was no obvious hostility.

Thinking of this, Moyu's mind suddenly flashed with the image of Netero.

"Could it be Netero?"

"But he shouldn't know me, right?"

"Could it be Kido who revealed it?"

Moyu thought to himself.

He didn't know—

There was indeed a revealer.

And he was right beside him.

In the Hunter Association building, in the president's office.

Netero stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, kicking a ball with interest.

Behind the desk,

Beanface looked at the president and sighed helplessly.

Somewhere,

It was pitch black, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

Silent, cold.

Only a faint breathing sound could be heard from the depths.

"It's been just a month, and I've been detected..."

"Earlier than expected."

"But, is it useful?"

A chilling laugh echoed in the darkness.

It was Davidson's laugh.

After realizing he was exposed, he had hidden himself.

Tap tap—

Suddenly,

Footsteps echoed in the darkness.

Davidson's eyes narrowed.

"Tsk tsk, hiding under the swamp."

The footsteps were accompanied by a slightly hoarse male voice.

Davidson looked in the direction of the voice but saw nothing.

However,

Despite being found, he remained very calm, as if he wasn't worried about the threat from the male voice.

"You can be so calm, so I don't need to waste words."

The footsteps grew closer.

The hoarse male voice continued, "Swamp Man... a wonderful ability. Perhaps we can have a good chat all night."

"..."

Merged.