An ability formed by Nen’s effect is, to ordinary people, like a downgrade in dimension.

This isn’t an exaggeration.

So, how can an ordinary person free themselves from the oppression of Nen?

Cheadle couldn’t even begin to imagine.

However, the reason for her outburst wasn’t entirely because Moyu awakened his Nen under the influence of the Divine Script. It was also due to the potential danger Moyu would face after awakening his Nen.

That is… a threat from some post-mortem nen entity.

“Hawk.”

Cheadle forced herself to calm down, with a sidelong glance at the phone next to her ear, she said gravely, “You have half an hour to complete the commission process. After that, I’ll be on my way as fast as I can.”

“Alright, wait for my message.”

Hawk quickly responded from the other end.

Upon hearing this, Cheadle promptly ended the call.

“Damn it, even under the restraint of the Divine Script, why can Moyu still awaken his Nen autonomously? Is it truly due to a talent so strong that it breaks through the seal of the Divine Script, or is it because the Script failed? No.”

Stowing her phone into her pocket, Cheadle bit her thumb.

“Reluctant as I am to admit it, the Divine Script on Moyu was crafted by that bastard. It’s impossible for it to malfunction.”

Unmindful of the pain in her thumb, she continued to bite harder, her teeth sinking into the flesh.

It was rare for Cheadle, the strategist of the Zodiacs, to be this distraught.

“Maybe that bastard has some answers…”

Cheadle subconsciously glanced at the phone she had just pocketed.

The “bastard” she referred to was Ging Freecss, also a member of the Zodiacs. An exceptional Hunter with prodigious capabilities.

In Cheadle’s eyes, Ging was a rather inconsistent figure. Holding the prestigious title of a Zodiac member, yet frequently absent from crucial meetings.

She genuinely disliked Ging. But regardless of her personal feelings, she never denied his excellence.

“Might as well try. Though there’s a high chance he won’t pick up.”

Cheadle frowned, released her thumb, and took out her phone to dial Ging’s number.

Each Professional Hunter has a unique communication number.

This number was, on a previous occasion, forcibly obtained from Ging by the other Zodiac members during a meeting.

Since that meeting, multiple attempts to call Ging by various members have always gone unanswered.

Cheadle wasn’t hopeful about this call either, but she wouldn’t miss any opportunity to gather information to help Moyu.

“Beep, beep…”

“Click.”

In less than two seconds, the call was answered.

Following the connection, a gusty wind noise blew from the phone, making Ging’s muffled “Hello? Hello?” almost inaudible.

Cheadle had originally held little hope. Yet, to her surprise, Ging answered within two seconds, even under such poor communication conditions.

Her eyes lit up with amazement, completely unfazed by the so-called adverse communication environment.

If Hawk were to witness this, he’d probably cry out “Unfair!” at the world’s quietest place, the Library, to express his discontent.

“Ging, you actually answered…”

Cheadle intended to get straight to the point once the call connected, but what came out was this unexpected exclamation.

“Ah, under normal circumstances, I don’t have time to answer calls. But this is the first time you’ve called me since I left my number, isn’t it? Knowing I typically don’t pick up…”

“It’s not a grasping at straws situation but more of a trying anything in desperation. So, I thought it necessary to pick up. Now, what do you want to ask?”

The wind noise tried to swallow Ging’s words, but Cheadle heard every syllable clearly.

Just a single exclamation about answering the phone, and this sly fox had already deduced her intentions and state of mind…

“So, all the previous calls from Kanzai and others, you deliberately ignored them?”

Cheadle concluded even before Ging could explain, then she grumbled, “You really are…”

“Hey, hey, isn’t your focus a bit skewed? And now you’re giving me a lecture? If that’s the case, I’ll charge consultation fees.”

On the other end, Ging sat cross-legged on the back of a gigantic bird, his eyes as dead as a fish’s.

Despite being high up in the sky, facing strong winds, the communication between these two professional hunters remained clear.

“I apologize.”

Taking a deep breath, Cheadle sincerely apologized. She then proceeded to explain the situation regarding Moyu and the Divine Glyph.

After hearing Cheadle’s account, Ging’s face displayed intrigue. “Fascinating. To be honest, this situation has also exceeded my understanding.”

“You also don’t know the reason?”

“Yes, limited information combined with inadequate knowledge. I can’t deduce the cause.”

Ging looked at the sea of clouds ahead, unfazed by the winds blowing against him.

His eyes shone with curiosity, “When you initially commissioned me to set the Divine Script, you hid some information from me, right? Of course, if you didn’t want to tell me before, you won’t now.”

Cheadle fell silent.

Concealing information about the post-mortem nen entity was indeed the truth, and she couldn’t argue otherwise.

Cheadle’s silence was akin to admitting the truth, but Ging didn’t seem to mind.

“Cheadle, there’s at least one thing we can be certain of.”

“Hm?”

“The Divine Script on that boy is indeed active. A person unaware of Nen should indeed not be able to break free from the Script’s seal. Yet, such an event has truly occurred.”

The gleam in Ging’s eyes grew even brighter, as he spoke earnestly:

“So, the only suitable explanation is that some phenomenon we’re unaware of, beyond the Nen system, has occurred within the boy.”

“Beyond the Nen system…?”

“Oh, for instance… he might not be himself anymore.”

“Ging, what do you mean by that!?”

“Have you read the book ‘Swamp Man’?”

“I haven’t.”

“What!? Swamp Man is the hottest novel this year, and you haven’t read it?”

“Can you not change the subject!!!”

Cheadle’s face tightened, and she gripped her phone more forcefully.

“Well, I actually wanted to have a nice chat about Swamp Man with you…”

“Ging!!!”

“Alright, I can’t give you the answer you want.”

“Goodbye!”

Having reached the end of her patience and realizing Ging had said all he intended to, Cheadle hung up the call.

On the other end,

Ging calmly pocketed his phone, a contemplative look in his eyes.

“Moyu, huh… If I wasn’t tied up right now, I’d really want to check you out in person.”

His murmur was quickly drowned out by the fierce wind.

In a temple thousands of miles away,

Moyu, who had slightly recovered, pulled out a book from a shelf.

The cover of the book displayed two characters—

“Swamp Man.”