Hunter: I'm Really Not a Nen Exorcist - Chapter 27

Even without that fleeting aura fluctuation, Ken and his group could clearly discern their direction.

This was because their companion Genbu’s conjuration ability, ‘Gambler’s Fantasy’, possessed a mechanism that granted “absolute wishes” within a reasonable range when cashing in jackpots.

Exchanging a jackpot just for a directional guide? There was no reason for it not to be cashed in.

That was the reason for Ken and his group’s certainty about the direction.

“Location determined.”

Sitting in the driver’s seat was a burly, dark-skinned man with a buzz cut.

That man was Genbu, the one with the ‘Gambler’s Fantasy’ ability.

“We don’t need this anymore.”

With one hand on the steering wheel, he glanced at the direction, then with his other hand, he reached out the window and discarded a handful of blood.

From the passenger seat, Ken noticed Genbu’s action of discarding the blood, and praised with a smile: “Genbu, it’s a good thing to have confidence.”

The blood discarded by Genbu belonged to Hawk.

“Blood, return to your master.”

This was what Genbu cashed in with a jackpot.

Following the blood’s guidance, they arrived here. Before reaching the destination, however, they sensed the sudden surge of hostile aura.

Although it lasted only about a second, it was enough for them to determine their position.

That’s why Genbu confidently discarded Hawk’s blood, ending the ability’s effect.

Watching this, Ken couldn’t help but outwardly praise Genbu’s confidence, but internally he cursed Genbu’s impulsiveness.

Unaware of Ken’s real thoughts, Genbu just grinned and slammed on the gas.

Accompanied by a roar, reminiscent of a wild beast, the black car sped forward.

The five cars following behind had no choice but to speed up to keep up.

“What the hell is Genbu thinking? Taking the lead on such a crappy road is one thing, but speeding like this? Doesn’t he think about the risk of a tire blowout?”

Inside one of the cars, a long-haired man with sunglasses complained.

Beside him, dressed in her usual revealing attire, was Sylvia.

Accustomed to Genbu’s quirks, she chose not to engage with the man’s complaints.

BANG!

Suddenly, there was a loud crash ahead.

The long-haired man and Sylvia looked to see Genbu’s car smashed into a rock wall, deformed by the impact.

While the Nen users Genbu and Ken were mostly unharmed, the three armed members in the back weren’t as fortunate and died on the spot.

“That idiot…”

The long-haired man sighed and halted his car.

He and Sylvia exited, and the vehicles behind them stopped as well.

“What kind of lousy tire is this?”

The unhurt Genbu kicked the severely deformed car, seemingly indifferent to the death of the three armed members inside.

Ken stood nearby.

In his hand, he held a long blade with a black scabbard, appearing calm, seemingly unaffected by Genbu’s reckless actions.

The approaching long-haired man ignored Genbu and said to Ken, “There’s no space in the other cars. You two should walk.”

“It’s fine, we’re not in a hurry.”

Ken faintly smiled, pointing to the still bright sky, and seriously said, “Surely no one thinks we’re going to operate in ‘daylight’?”

The long-haired man looked up at the sky and nodded.

Sylvia, following him, swallowed the words she was about to say.

—–

At the top of the scenic area, in the temple courtyard.

It’s hard to imagine—

That a face resembling the bark of a tree, a face so zombified, could express such rich emotions at this moment.

After all, only an Exorcist could deeply understand the terrifying nature of a grudge.

For most exorcists, the method of removal involves first transferring the Nen onto themselves and then sublimating and digesting it.

This kind of close contact, and the associated risk, constantly reminds exorcists of the dangers they face.

Just by taking a close look at the aura emitted by the ‘Libra’, Erisel lost all courage to further interact with it.

That level of resentment was beyond his reach.

So, Erisel, who subconsciously considered himself superior, openly admitted his inadequacy in front of everyone when he was frightened.

However—

Hawk then pointed out the real target for Erisel to exorcise.

It wasn’t the terrifyingly powerful ‘Libra’ but the gaseous expression at the end of Rat Jewel’s tail.

Erisel’s face, still painted with horror, slowly turned to Rat Jewel’s tail under Hawk’s guidance, remaining silent.

After calming down, Moyu and Cheadle also looked towards Rat Jewel.

In their eyes, the aura at the end of Rat Jewel’s tail seemed ordinary, posing no threat.

Without explaining, Hawk deactivated his ability.

“One-Way.”

A straight green mark appeared on Rat Jewel’s head.

At the same time, fine blood threads started to spread on the surface of the gas blob at the end of its tail, quickly covering it.

“Peep.”

Rat Jewel made a soft sound.

Before the sound faded, the gas blob covered in blood threads shrank, withering like a deflated balloon, and finally disappeared.

Simultaneously—

Black Nen, resembling worms, quietly surfaced on Hawk’s face, neck, and arms, spreading.

Immediately after, Hawk began to age.

The flesh on his face sagged, wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his dense sideburns turned white.

In just a few moments—

His once robust physique had dramatically thinned.

Watching Hawk’s rapid transformation, Moyu, Cheadle, and Erisel were all shocked.

Aging, dying, turning to dust.

That was the price ‘Libra’ exacted on Hawk.

What’s even more terrifying—

This price would be passed on through the bloodline.

That is, once Hawk dies, Moyu would inherit this aging phenomenon.

“Mr. Erisel, this grudge attached to me… I entrust it to you.”

Hawk’s voice became hoarse, but his anticipation was evident.

Erisel’s eyes trembled, staring blankly at Hawk.

Today’s events had deeply shaken him.

“I…”

Erisel hesitated.

He wanted to refuse, but the pride built over the years tugged at him.

“I’ll try…”

In the end, Erisel didn’t refuse.

The aged Hawk breathed a sigh of relief, seeing a glimmer of hope.

“Hawk.”

Moyu quickly stepped forward, supporting the now elderly Hawk by his arm, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

To exorcise or not—

Deep down in his consciousness , the choice seemed as innate as an inborn instinct, without any sense of disparity.