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Chapter 85
🕑 Added 2024-12-03 12:24:27 +0000 UTC"If you say that, you’re being too formal!"
Time flowed steadily amidst these grand events.
Somewhere in an inconspicuous corner of the world, on an island called Whale Island, Ging left the future protagonist of this world in safe hands.
He entrusted his son, Gon, to his cousin Mito for her to raise.
Mito was Ging's cousin, living on Whale Island and running its only bar. She lived there with her grandmother, embodying a gentle yet strong-willed personality. She was hardworking and highly family-oriented.
Four years younger than Ging, Mito grew up alongside him on Whale Island, often chasing after him wherever he went, though she frequently got lost along the way.
Whenever the entire village searched for her to no avail, Ging would always be the one to find her.
Mito greatly admired Ging and wanted to stay by his side, but at the age of 12, Ging left Whale Island to take the Hunter Exam, disappearing afterward.
Years later, when Ging returned to Whale Island with his newborn son Gon, Mito was deeply moved.
Without hesitation, she took over Gon's custody—just as Ging had planned.
Afterward, Ging departed, leaving behind a half-covered photo of himself and a Monster Hat gifted by Morin. He never returned to the island again.
From that point on, Mito raised Gon until he was 12. If Gon's talent came from Ging, his habits were shaped by Mito.
Mito had a significant influence on Gon, and Gon frequently cited her words:
"Aunt Mito says…"
Unfortunately, Gon's innate personality resembled Ging's far too much.
Though Mito wanted Gon to stay with her, she ultimately let him go, much like a mother giving away her child in marriage.
After settling Gon’s future, Ging returned to Greed Island, where Morin and Kastro were waiting.
On July 7th, a Tuesday, in the Republic of Bartoria, nestled in the infamous Kukuroo Mountain, the world’s number one assassin family—the Zoldycks—welcomed their third son into the world.
This child was their most gifted assassin in family history, perfectly suited for the profession.
He would become the family’s pride and joy, cherished by his overprotective elder brother and doted on by his younger siblings, who would show him a terrifying level of obsessive love.
This child was Killua Zoldyck.
At this time, the family’s eldest son, Illumi Zoldyck, was 12 years old. He had already opened his aura nodes and become a Nen user, earning his place as an accomplished assassin taking on missions across the world.
The second son, Milluki Zoldyck, at age five, was chubby and entirely uninterested in assassin training. Instead, he was engrossed in tinkering with machines, much to the dismay of their grandfather, Zeno Zoldyck.
Chronologically, Gon was born two months before Killua.
After leaving Gon in Mito’s care, Ging returned to Greed Island to reunite with Morin and Razor.
“Huh? You two fought?”
When Ging finally found Morin, he discovered the two sitting opposite each other, arm wrestling.
Surrounding them were cheering clown pirates, whistling and shouting encouragement.
Upon learning that Morin and Razor had fought, Ging was surprised.
"Is it that shocking?"
Morin applied more pressure to his arm, speaking with feigned indifference:
“You’re overreacting.”
“Indeed.”
Razor nodded with a smile. If not for the bulging veins in his arm, he might have looked like a kind uncle.
Ging glanced at their surroundings.
The previously standing warehouse and bar that he had built with his own hands were now reduced to rubble.
His gaze shifted to the beach, where ruined facilities and broken equipment lay scattered. Ging rubbed his forehead in frustration.
"The ones exaggerating are you two!"
Their fight had effectively demolished the coastal structures, clearing out the area entirely.
Beneath the two, the ground was deeply indented, with shards of debris scattered around them.
The clown pirates danced and cheered amidst the wreckage, creating an oddly unsettling scene.
Nen battles were supposed to be strategic, utilizing the environment to gain an advantage.
However, this destruction was more reminiscent of hyperactive puppies tearing apart a home.
From the faint traces of Nen on the ruins, Ging could tell that neither of them had used their abilities.
Instead, they had engaged in a pure, physical clash, relying solely on their Nen and raw strength.
Their enthusiasm got the better of them, resulting in the current mess.
Ging sighed.
“Guess I’ll have to rebuild again.”
Shrugging, he took solace in having plenty of pirate prisoners to do the labor.
At that moment, the wooden crate supporting their arms suddenly collapsed.
"Still no winner," Razor said, shaking his hand to relieve the numbness.
“Next time, then?” Morin asked, flexing his hand.
As a Transmutation-type Nen user, Morin wasn’t a strength specialist. The fact that he could physically match Razor, a formidable Emission-type user, was impressive enough.
Still, this was just the beginning.
As Morin fought more Nen users and absorbed techniques through his unique ability, his strength would only grow.
"We really went overboard, huh?"
Morin glanced at the wreckage and realized the extent of their destruction.
"Rebuilding manpower won’t be an issue," Razor added, assessing their surroundings. “But gathering materials will be tricky.”
“Don’t worry about that,” Morin replied, pulling out a peculiar device.
A large, orange-red, megaphone-shaped lamp appeared in his hand.
"Just press this button."
He pressed the button, and a beam of orange-red light shot out, illuminating the ruins before them.
In an instant, everyone felt their vision blur.
The warehouse, arena, and bar—structures that had been destroyed during the clash between Razor and Morin—were instantly restored to their original states!
The bar stood intact, the warehouse lit up brightly, and everything looked exactly as it had before, as though no damage had ever occurred.
The group of clown pirates rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
When they realized they weren’t seeing things, their jaws collectively dropped.
This miraculous scene unfolded right before their eyes, shaking their worldview to its core.
“Unbelievable...”
Ging was momentarily stunned at the sight, his eyes widening slightly.
Razor, too, had abandoned his usual squinting expression. His sharp eyes were now fixed on Morin's figure and the tool in his hand.
“How many incredible gadgets do you even have?”
Razor’s gaze held a tinge of wariness.
At this moment, he was deeply cautious of the sheer number of mysterious, powerful tools Morin possessed—each seemingly more enigmatic than the last!
“What is this thing?”
Ging’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the orange-red lamp in Morin's hand, as if gazing at a priceless treasure.
“This is called the Restoration Ray Lamp,” Morin said with a casual shake of the tool, smiling as he spoke.
Item:
Restoration Ray Lamp
Effect: Emits a restorative beam that can return damaged objects to their original state—a must-have for households with children. However, avoid shining it indiscriminately, as it may revert finished products back to raw materials. Note: It cannot bring the dead back to life. Violating nature’s laws will result in punishment.
The Restoration Ray Lamp, capable of repairing anything, needed no further explanation.
Ging only had to hear the name to understand its miraculous functionality.
“Can I borrow it?!” Ging asked excitedly, his eyes locked onto Morin.
The intensity of his request even made Razor glance sideways, though a hint of understanding quickly appeared in his expression.
“I want to use it to restore a ruin!”
Ging didn’t hesitate to reveal his intentions for borrowing the tool.
The Restoration Ray was a game-changing item, perfect for repairing ruins—nothing else could compare!
“There’s a ruin I’ve always wanted to restore, but the difficulty is immense. Even gathering all my expert friends who specialize in this kind of work wouldn’t guarantee success!”
Ging rarely admitted to his limitations, but here he was, speaking earnestly, his expression sincere.
“A ruin, huh…”
Morin raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by Ging’s serious tone.
But considering Ging’s title as a Ruins Hunter, it wasn’t all that surprising.
“The Lurka Ruins, I assume?”
Razor interjected, stepping forward. “Those ruins are indeed a challenge that’s stumped the entire world.”
“If that ruin could be fully restored, it’d absolutely be a world-shaking event.”
“Restoring it would even secure a place in history—an achievement future generations would study in textbooks.”
Razor’s tone carried a weight of importance.
“Whatever the case, I just want to see those ruins repaired,” Ging said, flashing a grin that revealed his perfect teeth. “A ruin that magnificent—it’d be a shame to let it remain in shambles, wouldn’t it?”
“I think once the ruins are restored, they’ll unveil the ancient culture’s power to the modern world.”
Ging gestured to himself with his thumb and said confidently, “The impact would be phenomenal!”
“True,” Razor agreed with a nod. “Such an accomplishment would be enough to promote you to a Two-Star Hunter.”
“Promotions are a pain,” Ging scoffed, but his gaze quickly returned to Morin—or more specifically, to the Restoration Ray Lamp in his hands.
“So, what do you think, Morin? Can I borrow it? If not, I’m open to trading!”
Ging leaned closer, shielding his mouth with his hand as he added, “If necessary, I could even give you a hint about Greed Island’s completion tasks.”
The clown pirates: “???”
Is it really that casual?
Razor chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting into a long arc. “Now this feels like Ging.”
“Enough with the antics!” Morin scolded, rolling his eyes. “You’re always messing around. Maybe I should send the Seeking Umbrella to Whale Island one of these days.”
“Please don’t!” Ging immediately raised his hands in surrender.
“As for the Restoration Ray Lamp...”
Morin tossed the lamp lightly in his hand, letting it spin up and down.
Ging’s eyes followed its every movement, glued to it like a hawk.
“I can let you borrow it, no problem.”
Morin finally said, his tone casual as ever.
“Really?!” Ging's face lit up.
“Of course,” Morin replied, tossing the Restoration Ray Lamp to Ging with a carefree gesture.
Ging fumbled to catch it, his movements clumsy in his eagerness.
"Feel free to use it, no need to be polite," Morin casually said. "After all, we’re friends, right?"
"Isn’t it natural for friends to help each other out?"
"Friends, huh..."
Ging carefully adjusted the Restoration Ray Lamp in his hands, then gave Morin a meaningful look and nodded lightly.
"Alright, I won’t say more," he said with a small smile. "Thanks, Morin."
"No need to be so formal," Morin grinned, clearly pleased.
Lending a tool and receiving Ging's sincerity and friendship in return? It was a deal that could not have been more worthwhile.
"Once the Lurka Ruins are restored, I won’t forget your contribution," Ging said, carefully storing the Restoration Ray Lamp and closing his eyes in a gentle smile, as though a long-awaited issue had finally been resolved, leaving him relieved.
With his hands in his pockets, he almost seemed like a charming rogue, the kind of guy you couldn’t help but be drawn to.
Hmm, the younger Ging certainly had a mix of cuteness and a bit of rogue charm about him. No wonder he was called the "wastrel" of the Twelve Zodiacs.
But wait… the Lurka Ruins?
Ging was referring to the ruins that would later be famously restored and developed under his efforts, earning him worldwide fame. Morin vaguely remembered that it was Ging’s restoration of the Lurka Ruins that made him a famous figure, turning him into a textbook example in the field.
In the years that followed, Ging would go on to achieve all the accomplishments of a Ruins Hunter, gaining power and wealth at a presidential level, becoming a classified figure in the Hunter Network. The restoration and development of the Lurka Ruins was a major turning point in his career.
However, Ging hadn’t restored the ruins for fame or money—he did it because it was something he loved.
He was simply fulfilling his duty as a Ruins Hunter, protecting the ruins that mattered to him.
But without realizing it, he had become a giant in this world.
Being friends with Ging meant not just genuine emotions, but also the undeniable perks and benefits that came along with it.
But…
"Just take a random picture for me to see the results," Morin casually said. "That way I can see what you’ve accomplished."
Ging had become a giant in this world—did that mean Morin couldn’t do the same?
With twelve years left before the story began, Morin had more than enough time to make his mark!
"Of course," Ging chuckled.
It was as though the two had made an unspoken pact.
Hmm... maybe it was more like a flag being raised?
