The Phantom Troupe is a notorious criminal group.
The entire group only has thirteen members, but each member is a powerful telepathic user.
From the very beginning, this group has carried out various horrific criminal actions.
"Take what you want."
Practicing this concept, the Phantom Troupe acts recklessly, not to mention burning, killing and looting.
Because of this, it only took a short time for the Phantom Troupe to go from obscurity to the notorious A-class criminal group it is today.
Initially, countless bounty hunters targeted this notorious criminal group.
However, those bounty hunters who went for the Phantom Troupe ended up losing their lives without exception.
To know--
Only when the Phantom Troupe is preparing to "perform" a large-scale criminal operation will all members of the Phantom Troupe assemble according to the instructions of the leader.
Because of this mechanism, it is not strange for the entire Phantom Troupe to gather together only once every two or three years.
Although the leader of the Phantom Troupe occasionally issued instructions to "come when you are free", someone would be absent every time.
More often than not, the members of the Phantom Troupe will just scatter around and act according to their personal preferences.
But even though the Phantom Troupe is so scattered...
Those bounty hunters who went after the Phantom Troupe failed to achieve anything in the end.
From this we can also see the strength and troublesome aspects of the Phantom Troupe.
Chrollo Rusilu is the leader of the Phantom Troupe and the soul of the team.
One of his hobbies is reading all kinds of books, which cover a wide range of topics. As long as they can arouse his interest, he will read even ethical books.
If I had to choose a favorite theme from various genres, it would be "soul" and "human nature".
Bog Man is a popular book published just this year. The core theme is related to "soul and human nature", which just hits Chrollo's reading preferences.
Even Chrollo, who is well-read, highly recognized the quality of this book.
So I wanted to buy a signed copy for my collection, but the author of "Numa Man" didn't seem to like holding autograph sessions.
Therefore, from the time it was published until now, there have only been a handful of book signings held.
This is why Chrollo came to Swadani City.
To come to Swadani City, where countless hunters gather, for a signed copy of a book, as a Class A wanted criminal, can be said to be the implementation of the concept when the Phantom Troupe was first established.
Compared to waiting in line at a book signing, directly plundering is more consistent with the identity of a "thief".
As for killing?
In Chrollo's eyes, a human being who has nothing to do with him is just a moving piece of meat.
In his opinion, there is no difference between a moving piece of meat and a piece of immobile meat.
Ignoring the young man's body lying on the ground, Chrollo looked at the signature on the cover of "Swamp Man", feeling a little satisfied from the bottom of his heart.
If you get what you want, your trip will not be in vain.
"Captain."
A female voice came from the apartment door.
The woman who spoke was Pike Noda, the 9th member of the Phantom Troupe.
When nothing happens, the members of the Phantom Troupe will go about their own activities, except Pak Noda who always follows the leader Chrollo.
He is like an inseparable secretary.
"time to go."
Piconoda looked at Chrollo next to the corpse and reminded him.
After all, a place like Swadani City is not a good place for criminals like them.
Even if they simply disguise themselves, they may not be able to hide it from certain ears.
Therefore, in Paknotda's opinion, since she has got what she wants, there is no need to stay, and leaving directly is the safest way.
This was also the original intention of her reminder.
Chrollo nodded slightly towards Paconoda.
He didn't plan to stay in Swadani for long.
"Let's go."
Holding the autographed version of "Swamp Man" in his hand, Chrollo crossed Paknoda and strode out of the door.
Piconoda closed the door and followed Chrollo.
As the two left, the room fell into deathly silence.
On the floor of the living room, the corpse was lying face down, and the blood flowing from the body formed a shallow pool of blood on the side of the body.
After a while.
A bubble suddenly popped up in the pool of blood, pushing away the surrounding dark red blood.
It was a black bubble, like a bowl lying upside down on a pool of blood. Its surface was dark and smooth, and it was not stained with any blood.
The black bubble appeared for a moment, then expanded and grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a moment, it turned into a dark three-dimensional humanoid outline.
Moreover, the size and height were almost the same as that of the corpse.
The pitch-black figure transformed by the expansion of the bubbles stood in a pool of blood, lowering its head and staring quietly at the corpse.
A few seconds later.
The dark figure slowly squatted down and stretched out his right hand to touch the body.
"Crackling——"
The moment it touched the corpse, a dazzling arc of electricity flashed away, accompanied by a very brief explosion.
When the arc dissipated, the corpse and the pool of blood disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark covered with ashes on the ground.
as if--
Just like what is described in the book "Numa Man".
Lightning fell countless times.
The huge sound was deafening, and in the lightning that was more dazzling than the sun, a complete human being evaporated from the world, leaving only a human-shaped scorch mark on the place that proved "existence".
Next to the strange scene, the swamp that exuded a dead atmosphere suddenly burst out with a huge bubble.
Snapped.
The bubble burst without warning, and the scattered dark liquid moved into the human-shaped scorch marks like a shadow, and like iron juice poured into a mold...
Another thunder flashed.
The "human being" who evaporated a few seconds ago returns to the human world.
It's just that the humanoid scorch marks will exist forever.
inside the room.
Beside the scorch marks on the human figure.
The pitch-black silhouette that emerged from the pool of blood a few seconds ago has now transformed into the appearance of a young man.
He inherited everything that the young man once owned. As usual, he picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned on the TV to play the must-see TV series every day.
The light source reflected from the TV flickered and fell on the scorch marks on the human figure.
There is an indescribable weird feeling...
Swadani Municipal Airport.
Not long ago, a privately contracted spaceship slowly took off from the airport.
The person who contracted the spaceship was Davidson Donald, the author of "Swamp Man".
Now, this spacecraft flies over the city of Swadani.
Sitting next to the window was a man wearing a dark gray suit.
The man had shoulder-length silver hair, his face was as pale as his hair color, and his eyes were as dark as an abyss, making it difficult to see the emotions in them.
This man is Davidson, the author of "Swamp Man".
"Verification completed."
Davidson lowered his head slightly, and the outline of the city of Swadani was reflected in his dark eyes.
"Spread and let this terrible world... turn into nothing."