Chapter 100

Chapter 102: Kill Me

The footsteps that echoed in the darkness pierced the dead silence like a sharp blade.

The sudden visit of an unknown person caused the air around to momentarily freeze.

Davidson, who had been in the state of "Absolute," also experienced a moment of shock, mirroring the changing atmosphere on the scene.

But he quickly regained his composure.

At present, due to the constraints of his ability, he had sealed all his spirit pores and could no longer use any念力 (Nen).

In such a situation, if he encountered a threat, he naturally had no means to resist.

For example, now—

The sudden visitor might only need a light touch to end his life.

However, Davidson was not afraid.

He had long been prepared to embrace death.

The unknown visitor noticed this and felt a sense of pleasure.

If Davidson had shown panic, the visitor would have felt complete disappointment and deemed Davidson unworthy of conversation.

"Do you have nothing to say?"

The visitor stopped in the darkness, listening to Davidson's steady breathing.

Davidson slightly raised his head, seeing only pitch-black darkness.

Maintaining the state of "Absolute," although he could not perceive any presence, the fact that the visitor had found him here meant he was no ordinary person.

He was most likely a Nen user.

"Who are you?"

Davidson asked the question he most wanted to know at that moment.

The visitor promptly introduced himself: "I am from the Seiran Team, my name is Dif, and my Nen type is Water Divination."

"Seiran Team? Wasn't it already...?"

Davidson's eyes flickered.

He had investigated the Hunter Association and knew about the Seiran Team, a legendary group of hunters once renowned and closely related to the Hunter Association.

However, according to his knowledge, the once powerful Seiran Team had already withdrawn from the stage and become history before Netero took over the Hunter Association.

The reason for this—

Seemed to be due to internal ideological differences, which led to their sudden decline at the peak of their power, eventually fading into obscurity.

He never expected—

Davidson felt a wave of surprise.

Dif observed Davidson's reaction and gleaned a piece of information.

Since the visitor knew about the Seiran Team, he must have some understanding of the Hunter Association.

Yet, despite knowing the power of the Hunter Association, Davidson still chose to hold the first signing event of "Swamp Man" in Schwadani, the city where the Hunter Association was located.

Thinking about this, Dif felt even more pleased.

He smiled in the darkness and said, "Actually, we have met before."

"Huh?"

Davidson followed the voice, roughly looking in a direction.

Just by the voice alone, it was impossible to verify whether they had met.

"Ha."

Dif chuckled, "I asked for your autograph at the signing event, but with so many readers coming and going, even if you could see my face now, you probably wouldn't remember me."

"..."

Davidson fell silent upon hearing this.

This person had attended the signing event?

That meant the ability of Swamp Man might have already taken root in his body.

But it was only a possibility.

Because not all readers who attended the signing event would necessarily identify with him and the book "Swamp Man."

Some readers might only identify with the book...

In that case, the conditions for activating the ability would not be met.

Due to the strict constraints of the ability, Davidson could not determine whether Dif had been affected by Swamp Man.

Otherwise, he wouldn't need to guess.

Dif, seeing Davidson's silence, his eyes flickered.

His body undoubtedly harbored the seed of Swamp Man's ability.

He was very certain of this.

Because he had used his Nen beast's ability, with the seed of Swamp Man in his body as a trigger, to find Davidson hiding at the bottom of the swamp.

Therefore, from the first word of their conversation, he had already confirmed that Davidson could not "sense" his existence.

The creator of the ability, who could not control it?

How interesting.

It was like an operator-type Nen user who had gone to great lengths to control a target but could not sense the target's existence.

And not being able to sense the target's existence might also mean lacking the ability to control the target.

It must be due to the constraints of the ability...

In other words—

Davidson, as the Nen user who created and successfully activated this ability, could not sense or control the swamp people who were transforming.

How fascinating.

Not to control the world, but simply to destroy everything.

That's why the ability of Swamp Man was born.

Dif, as a loyal reader of Swamp Man, had quickly deduced this.

"You are truly the man who wrote 'Swamp Man.'"

Dif's features spread in pleasure, and he said happily, "Also, I really, really admire your boldness in setting the 'first stop' in Schwadani."

His voice was filled with unhidden excitement and pleasure.

"You must have thought... if the Hunter Association didn't detect the existence of Swamp Man in time, then the spread of the ability could be guaranteed."

"Yes."

Davidson still did not understand Dif's intentions, but he did not hide his thoughts during their conversation.

He had chosen Schwadani, the city where the Hunter Association was located, as the "first stop" for the signing event, not only because he was absolutely confident in the spread of "Swamp Man" but also to test it.

Although the Hunter Association detected "Swamp Man" earlier than he had expected, he still firmly believed that "Swamp Man" would gradually and slowly turn the entire world into a mirage.

Until death, never stopping!

"Ha ha ha!!!"

Dif suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly.

The laughter echoed endlessly in the dark underground space.

Davidson frowned.

He had anticipated being found by the Hunter Association, but he never expected that the one to find him would be the long-disappeared Seiran Team.

And the man in front of him, Dif—

Although they had only interacted for a short time, Davidson could sense a hint of kinship from Dif.

After a moment—

Dif abruptly stopped laughing.

"Fire."

He suddenly said.

As soon as the words left his mouth—

Flames suddenly lit up in the surrounding darkness, instantly illuminating the entire underground space.

The first thing Davidson saw was a tall, thin man with dark skin and a short haircut standing less than twenty meters in front of him.

This man was likely Dif, who had been talking to him just now.

And further away, around the perimeter, there were over ten people standing at various positions.

These people were draped in hooded black robes, each holding a portable torch.

The flames in the underground space came from the torches in their hands.

Dif, the dark-skinned, tall man, looked at the always calm Davidson, spread his arms, and a sinister smile slowly spread across his face.

"Kill me."

This statement was not actually directed at Davidson.

Just as Davidson was taken aback—

One of the black-robed men raised a gun, aimed at the back of Dif's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot echoed throughout the space.

The bullet, enveloped in high temperature, pierced the air and accurately hit Dif's back of the head.

In an instant—

Dif's back of the head exploded like a watermelon, red and white matter scattering everywhere.

Thud.

This was the sound of Dif's body hitting the ground.

"..."

Seeing this, Davidson's pupils constricted.