Chrollo also said coldly, without any fake kindness to the NPC: "Sorry, I don't have the heart to help people right now."

The NPC girl was stunned, gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and left with a snort.

[Is this really an NPC in need of help?] Saiki Kusuo watched her leave.

"I think it's more like a scammer NPC."

[Ah, that kind of NPC setting also exists.] Saiki Kusuo remembered.

"Maybe it's because I just took out money, triggering the condition."

Saiki Kusuo divided the dessert he bought evenly. Just as the Napoleon cake reached Chrollo's hand, Chrollo opened the simple packaging.

Suddenly, a bird flew overhead.

Oddly enough, Chrollo was able to notice it, took a step back, and the bird droppings fell on the spot where he had just been standing.

Chrollo began eating the cake as if nothing had happened.

[You...] Saiki Kusuo hesitated.

Chrollo looked up, waiting for Saiki Kusuo to speak.

Saiki Kusuo thought of a student at his old school who had bad luck.

[Are you unlucky?]

"Why do you think so?"

Why? Anyone with eyes can tell you're pretty unlucky!

Not far away, in front of a shop, there was a small stall flipping pancakes. There were quite a few people around, showing how popular the shop was.

However, the skilled NPC suddenly lost his grip, and the pancake flew in an arc towards Chrollo.

This time, Chrollo did not dodge, but caught it with his bare hands.

"Ow! Hot, hot, hot..."

Then don't catch it with your hand.

"Can't waste food, this move is too cunning." Chrollo quickly wrapped the pancake in the large leaf that had just wrapped the dessert, blowing on his hand and complaining.

Who are you fighting with?

The NPC in the distance shouted: "Good catch! This pancake is for you, young man!"

"It seems that as a game, the NPCs here are quite enthusiastic," Chrollo commented. "The probability of randomly triggered events is also very high."

Saiki Kusuo did not agree.

Chrollo, don't you know that the probability of you triggering random quests is a bit too high?

"Brother, did you roll a bad risk die? Look on the bright side, you're still alive, which means you're lucky!" A complete stranger patted him on the shoulder and gave him a card.

Mental Recovery Liquid E-35: Some kind of fizzy drink, drinking it seems to restore mental power, or it might just be a subconscious self-comfort.

"This kind of NPC also exists?" Chrollo was surprised.

That's a player, Saiki Kusuo thought.

It's come to the point where people feel sorry for you, Chrollo.

Saiki Kusuo saw the drink packaging drawn on the card, which looked very familiar. Isn't that cola?

A little jealous. Good and bad luck always come together.

...

"My luck?"

Outside the cafe, among the three sets of tables and chairs, there was a large sunshade, strangely tilted. It was old in the middle, and just as the two sat down, it broke and fell towards them.

So Saiki Kusuo held up the umbrella with one hand and asked Chrollo about his luck.

"I don't think it's a matter of luck, these are all things that can be solved. For example, I could sense that the umbrella pole was falling, but you did not dodge."

[Am I some kind of all-around bodyguard?]

Chrollo, a normal person without Nen, didn't comment.

Luck. Saiki Kusuo didn't know there was such a standard in the world until he met a psychic who could see fate in his original world and learned about this setting.

Generally speaking, good or bad luck is a slight deviation from the balance, but it won't be too outrageous.

Chrollo's repeated bad luck was clearly meant to cause him real harm.

According to the fortune-telling girl who can see people's luck, people with terribly bad luck, who are constantly in danger of their lives, will have a "death face", with the word "death" written on their faces, which only she can see.

[Think about if you have offended someone and been cursed.]

"Well... there are many possibilities. Even if I don't do evil myself, the outside world takes me as the leader of The Phantom Troupe. If the Troupe offends someone, it's possible that they would curse me with a photo."

[You've been completely cursed.]

"But if Nen is to be effective remotely with high intensity, it generally requires a medium closely related to the person. I shouldn't have any important parts of me in the hands of others."

I'm talking about a different system, is Nen the only thing in your world?

"Let's talk about something else," Chrollo didn't care about this matter. "For the gathering tonight, are you confident?"

[What confidence?] Saiki Kusuo was puzzled. It's understandable if others don't believe him, but Chrollo should have seen his "illusion."

There's no way anyone could see through it.

"You don't think that disguise only needs to be superficial, do you? That Genthru is a smooth-talking person, who should do a good job in social interactions in order to achieve his goals. Can you do that?"

[When I disguised you back then, I only needed the surface.]

"... That's because I have the identity of the leader, and people rarely question me."

[Do you really believe...]

"There is also a way! If you pretend that Genthru's mother just died today, then you can also attend the gathering with a deadpan, silent face. People will understand."

Changing the subject, and saying someone else's mother died.

"But it's difficult to contact the outside world in the game, and leaving and returning seems complicated. You should just say that today is the anniversary of your mother's death."

Genthru's mother, who may or may not be alive, suddenly died many years ago.

"I want to ask about the words you wrote on the paper when you were playing the game just now."

[I'm not good at drawing.]

"Is that so? That's a pity."

[I can only print the portraits of those Nen users on paper like copying and pasting.]

"... Isn't that even better?"

The topic jumped a bit. Saiki Kusuo knew that Chrollo was thinking that if he couldn't successfully screen out the removal Nen users on the spot, he could also record their faces. Since all the members of the Troupe are on Greed Island, he can ask the Troupe to find them.

To this, Saiki Kusuo righteously declared: [I won't give it to you. If I give it to the Troupe to search, I will worry about the safety of other ordinary ability users.]

"... We don't kill people for fun." Chrollo frowned, realizing that Saiki's strange sense of justice had suddenly appeared again.

Your setting is that you are terrible people. Saiki Kusuo did not easily change his impression of Chrollo and others.

Chrollo raised his hand: "We are not murder enthusiasts. Chasing humans to kill is really meaningless. Killing is almost always clean and neat, and painful wailing is too noisy."

He raised his middle three fingers, pressing his thumb against his bent little finger in his palm, making a vow to prove his "innocence."

[Your members may not all think so, and this does not mean that you won't kill people who don't cooperate.]

"In order for the removal Nen users to cooperate with us, we must maintain a certain degree of friendliness. They will not kill people. You can supervise them. Believe me, the Spiders will complete the task very efficiently," Chrollo strongly recommended, and then added, remembering something, "Your reward will definitely not be reduced because of this."

Saiki Kusuo remembered the internal entertainment games that the Troupe had almost never stopped when he disguised as Chrollo a long time ago.

Very unpleasant memories. The Phantom Troupe members, friendly? Huh?

[Credibility 0.]

...

Not far behind the two, a trendy beauty wearing a white straw hat and with long black hair past her waist stared at the two talking for a long time.

His aura was well hidden, not deliberately, it seemed that hiding was already an instinct. The things he was thinking about were nothing special, so Saiki Kusuo didn't notice him.

The person thought: [Forget it, I should go up and say hello. Maybe they need help.]

However, just as this long-haired beauty took a step, he sensed something and hid back into the darkness.

In the alley next door, two children ran along the wall towards here, and another child ran below. The three formed a group, immediately breaking the atmosphere of the two's secret exchange.

It was Alluka and the other two.

Kalluto lightly landed beside Kuso-nii, and Alluka ran out of the alley, panting and holding her waist, and shouted, "Second place!"

There was still Milluki left, who was the brother but came in third.

Who told him to show off by walking on the roof?

Milluki's last jump was on the old tiled roof.

However, the tile under his last foot happened to be broken, causing him to slip and fall straight down.

Milluki's butt was pointed directly at the tip of the tilted umbrella held by Saiki Kusuo!

The younger brother's bottom in danger!

Saiki Kusuo quickly threw the umbrella to the side, only to find that after moving it away, the landing point of Milluki's butt had changed.

According to this arc, the landing point was directly under the umbrella.

Not surprisingly, it was Chrollo's face.

Previously, the umbrella had been blocking it, so he couldn't see. The umbrella was suddenly moved away, and only at this moment did Chrollo see Milluki falling towards him.

It was too late to escape. Chrollo raised his arm to block his face.

"Bang!"

"Snap!"

"Crash..."

As the dust settled, everyone saw Chrollo knocked over by the falling Milluki, falling from the chair to the ground, with the back of his head facing the ground.

Everyone: ...

Milluki, a Nen user, was of course fine. He twisted his body to get up, and found that he was pressing on the temporarily Nen-less former powerful master—the leader of The Phantom Troupe!

He shivered and lay on the ground: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Milluki was very flustered. This person was a powerful master that his father had specifically reminded him of, whose strength was at the level of his eldest brother! Who could understand how terrifying that was? He had essentially sat on his eldest brother's face!

I'm going to die!!

Chrollo was obviously not very happy.

He supported his upper body with one hand, staring at Milluki for a long time. Even without Nen, the oppressive feeling of being in deadly combat seemed to still accompany him.

That was a king-like aura that cannot be offended. It had no effect on an invincible person like Saiki Kusuo, but for Milluki...

Milluki was speechless, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

Chrollo didn't make things difficult after all. There were more important things than complaining. He closed his eyes and first felt his body.

Without Nen now, it was much more difficult to check his physical condition. Chrollo moved his arm and felt that the hand bone of his right arm was somewhat injured.

His head was also a little dizzy. Other than that, his body had an instinctive force-reducing action, so he shouldn't have suffered too much internal injury from the impact.

An ordinary body was indeed very inconvenient, requiring a high degree of alertness.

Chrollo reflected, moving his feet. If his foot wasn't still injured, he would have been able to dodge at that moment just now.

His left hand was his dominant hand, and raising it a little higher would have been better.

As for neglecting the protection of his head, that was the biggest mistake.

Saiki Kusuo: Why is this person only looking for the cause in himself?

It's Milluki's problem that you got hit.

Saiki Kusuo stepped forward, walked between Milluki and Chrollo, and reached out to Chrollo.

He generally doesn't touch people, but this time it was Milluki's fault, and as an older brother, there was nothing he could do but help.

Chrollo ignored the hand and got up on his own. When he stood up straight, his body sank, revealing that the ankle of that leg, which had recovered earlier, was a little sprained.

[Do you still think your luck is normal?]

Chrollo grabbed his ankle and finally took the problem seriously.

Saiki Kusuo reached out, and Kalluto quickly straightened the chair. Saiki Kusuo pushed Chrollo onto the chair.

With this push, Chrollo discovered that his head no longer hurt, his hand injury seemed to have never existed, and there was no swelling when he shook his hand again.

This is…

[Yare yare, this is the restoration ability I mentioned.]

Returning the time to a day ago, the only bad change for Chrollo was that the leg that hadn't recovered so well a day ago was now crippled.

Just sit on the chair, Chrollo.

Milluki was still flustered. Suddenly, he thought of something and shouted, "Book!"

A book appeared in front of him. He flipped through it and found a card.

Healing type card, Healing Bandage-C14: Reduce local injuries and speed up recovery.

He took the card and bowed sincerely to Chrollo at 90 degrees: "Really! I'm very sorry! This card has a healing effect, although it's only local..." Milluki looked Chrollo up and down and concluded that his head was more important.

"Let me bandage your head!"

This is good, it's completely one of Chrollo's usual images, not abrupt at all.

Unfortunately, after the restoration just now, Chrollo's head was no longer a problem.

Chrollo reached out for the card, looked at the information on the card, and nodded: "I want to use it to bandage my foot. Can you unlock the card for me? I'll bandage it myself."

At this moment, Chrollo had already wiped away the oppressive feeling from just now, with a friendly big brother look, like a different person.

This surprised Milluki and made him relax a lot.

"GAIN!" The bandage appeared.

Chrollo took the bandage from Milluki's hands and bowed to bandage himself skillfully.

The three children were still worried about Milluki's recklessness. Saiki Kusuo no longer cared. He remembered that Alluka and the other three had run over to find him.

[That's right, why did you come to me?]

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