ero had met many people from Meteor Street before. Most of them were drawn to the underworld, their eyes hardened by a lifetime of struggle—filled with nothing but indifferend cruelty. It roduct of their enviro. But Larry was different. His clear, unwavering gaze carried none of the bitterness or malieteor Street’s children. "He’s… a pure ohat much was evident from Pyorn’s report on his as.

  ero had read it over and ain. To be ho, when he first saw it, even he was shocked—so much so that he had actally yanked out a few strands of his precious beard. He had been a Nen user for lohan most had been alive, yet even he had never entered someoh so many rare abilities—let alone someoh such overwhelming strength.

  Through the floor-to-ceiling window, ero gazed at an eagle s through the sky. Behind it, a floaller eagles followed in its wake. A sharp glint flickered in his eyes. Excitement. For a warrior of his geion, it had been far too long since he’d found a truly worthy oppo. But now— One had finally appeared. "Hohoho..." A hearty, expet ugh echoed through his office.

  The bean-faced secretary standing at his side dabbed at his cold sweat with a handkerchief. All this talk of someone being "strohan the chairman" was not something he wao hear. But seeiero’s expressioook an the report on the desk and quietly memorized Larry’s name and face. After all, Anyone who could make the chairma like this was no ordinary person.

  Pyorn didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough, Botobai, her reinfort, arrived at the Solvren Ruins aboard his Nen- vehicle.

  The moment Botobai saw Pyorn standing outside alone, his thick brows furrowed, and a wave of bad premonitions rushed through his mind. In his experiehis kind of se usually meant ohing—He was too te. He immediately assumed the worst—that the two hunters apanying Pyorn had been killed, and that the Seven Deadly Sins had spared her only to avoid provoking the Association too much.

  His logic was sound. If Larry hadn’t been there, Satotz and Pyorn would have been in serious danger. But, ironically, if Larry hadn’t been there, they wouldn’t have even made it that far. Without his ability te Nen curses, the two wouldn’t have been able to reach the cave in the first pce.

  Without him, they wouldn’t have entered Wrath and Envy at all. Instead, they would have simply scouted the ruins, found the Dead Aura still intact, aed back to the Association. There would have been no battle, no life-or-death struggle—just a routine iigation. Fate had a strange sense of humor.

  Notig the grim expression on Botobai’s face, Pyorn quickly expined everything— Detailing every event from start to finish. By the time she finished, Botobai finally uood. The crisis had already been resolved. His targets were already dead. And the malevolent Aura of the Solvren Ruins, It was pletely gone. As if it had never existed. At that moment, he finally ected the dots. The mysterious surge of Aura he had sensed earlier—the ohat had suddeed and then vanished, It wasn’t natural. It had e from Larry’s Ne.

  Though difficult to believe, Pyorn had no reason to lie. And when Botobai finally ventured into the ruins— He saw it. The battlefield. The destru. The pits, the unnatural sand duhe shattered terrain— Every trace firmed Pyorn’s words.

  Then, after careful examination, he firmed the identities of the deceased. There was no doubt about it. The bodies beloo Wrath and Envy—two of the Seven Deadly Sins. And the one who had defeated them? Larry.

  After a brief discussion, Satotz and Pyorn made their decision. They would attribute all the credit to Larry. A joint deade without hesitation. And as a hero, Larry remained pletely unaware of the Hunter Association’s pns to reward him. At that moment, he was simply enjoying a massive feast in a Solvren City restaurant, Oblivious to the storm his as had created.

  In the days that followed, The Hunter world was once again thrown into chaos. First, news broke that the Dead Aura in the Solvren Ruins had disappeared. Then, the shog revetion, Two S-rank criminals, Wrath and Envy of the Seven Deadly Sins, had been killed.

  The st time something like this had happe was when the Dead aura of Karym Ruins were wiped out. And just like before—The culprit was the same person. Larry. His name spread like wildfire. The mystery behind the Karym Ruins i was finally revealed.

  It wasn’t some natural event. It wasn’t some unknown force. It was the work of a single Nen user. And that revetion shook the entire Hunter world. Many were in awe. Some were shocked. But others— Others were skeptical. After allm A Nen user who could purify Dead Aura? A Nen user who could defeat two S-rank criminals single-handedly? It souoo far-fetched. Too unbelievable. But regardless of what ahought… Ohing was clear. Larry’s name had ehe spotlight.

  Deep in the northern Eurubian ti, within the borders of the Saheltah Uates, stood a city known for its debauchery and excess—Gramgasn City.

  In a dark, narrow alley, the stench of garbage and fresh blood lingered in the air. Puddles of filthy rainwater reflected the dim glow of streetlights. Signs of a ret fight were evident—overturrash s, shattered gss, and streaks of blood smeared across the walls. Yet despite the age, a group of people stood motionless in the alley.

  At the very front, two figures stood out. A man and a woman. The woman had strikiures and a curvaceous figure, a revealing light-pink gauze dress that shimmered faintly in the dim light. Even through the fabrie could see the faint glow of aura emanating from her body. Beside her, the mae appearing pletely healthy—was lying ft on a stretcher, unmoving. His limbs didn’t even twitch. As if he couldn’t move a single muscle.

  The woman stared at her phone s, the dim light illuminating her sly smirk. Then, she parted her lips, her voice sultry yet anding, "Sloth, we should head back. Something’s happened."

  The man oretcher remaiill. Not a single muscle moved. For a moment, it seemed as though he hadn’t even heard her. "Huh…?"A low, sluggish grunt. That was all he said. As if speaking even a single word required too much effort.

  The woman barely reacted. She was used to this. Instead, she signaled for the men standing nearby to pick up the stretcher. The two figures were her than Sloth and Lust—members of the infamous Seven Deadly Sins. Like Wrath and Envy, they ofteed together—but uhe former pair, their retionship was different.

  Wrath and Envy stayed together because of their simir temperaments and shared is. But Sloth and Lust? Their Nen abilities plemented each other in a way that defied normal logic. If someone were watg from the shadows, they would notiething disturbing. All the men surrounding Lust had dull, lifeless eyes. A clear sign of being trolled. And if Larry had been there, he would have reized something even more shog.

  All of them—every single man in that alley—were A-rank Nen users. Yet despite their strength, their only purpht now was to carry Sloth’s stretcher. With quiet, synized footsteps, Lust and her group disappeared into the alley’s depths. Moments ter, the street returo silence.