**Buzz, buzz, buzz!**
The rapid sound of breaking wind echoed in Rocky's ears, growing louder with each passing second.
By now, Rocky had already pieced it together. He didn't expect the so-called Devil's Sea to be the natural storm lurking outside Greed Island's borders. Nor did he expect to enter Greed Island by sheer coincidence.
But the problem was—
Now Rocky had been expelled.
And worse…
What about the other members of the Kuruta tribe?
Rocky's thoughts raced as he glanced at Piro, who hovered beside him, wrapped in a thin layer of nen. Piro's eyes darted around frantically, terror written all over his face. Though protected by the nen cushion, the sensation of flying at such insane speeds was enough to rattle even the bravest.
Rocky called his name, but Piro didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on the world below, overwhelmed by fear.
**Buzz, buzz, buzz!**
The velocity was staggering, unlike anything Rocky had experienced. This wasn't just flight—it felt unnatural, as if reality itself bent to this strange power.
*Is this really something a person can do?*
The ability to generate such powerful nen currents, lifting and propelling others at this speed—it far surpassed Rocky's current understanding of Nen. To perform this feat, the user's nen must be incomprehensibly vast.
*I'd need to be at least ten times stronger to even attempt something like this,* Rocky realized.
But such growth would take years.
*The gap is too large.*
Ten minutes passed, his mind spinning through possibilities, when land finally appeared below. The sight should have been a relief—except now, the descent shifted sharply into a dive.
*Not good! At this speed…!*
**Crack!**
A thunderous impact shook the ground as Rocky landed, crouched low to protect Piro in his arms. Dust and debris billowed around them, forming a pit nearly two meters wide.
Rocky's expression darkened. Had he not instinctively released a burst of nen to soften the landing, the force alone might have killed him.
*This is different from the anime.*
Gon and Killua had landed so effortlessly, as if it were no big deal. But this? This was brutal.
*That guy did this on purpose.*
Rocky wasn't wrong. The expulsion ability was designed under the assumption that those being thrown out were Nen users. A landing like this served as a deterrent, a message: "Don't try again."
Piro groaned as Rocky gently lowered him to the ground.
But Rocky's eyes were on the sky, searching desperately.
*Where are the others?*
The Kuruta tribesmen—had they been expelled too?
Minutes ticked by. Rocky's heart pounded as he scanned the horizon, hoping to catch even a glimpse of them falling from the sky.
But no one came.
"Damn it!"
His fist slammed into the dirt.
Were the expulsion points random? Were the others thrown into different areas?
The thought sent icy dread through him.
*No… no, no, no!*
The Kuruta tribe had already suffered enough. Many had died. Even the chief—their grandfather—had sacrificed himself to ensure the survival of the remaining few.
*If I lose them now… everything he did will have been for nothing.*
Rocky's eyes burned, the familiar heat of his Scarlet Eyes rising to the surface.
Piro shuffled nervously beside him, sensing the shift in Rocky's aura.
"Rocky… what's wrong?"
Rocky snapped his head toward Piro. His glowing Scarlet Eyes met Piro's gaze, and for a moment, Piro froze.
The intensity in Rocky's eyes was overwhelming, and Piro instinctively took a step back.
"Damn Razor…" Rocky muttered under his breath. His fists clenched tighter. "If anything happens to them, I won't let you off that easily."
Had Razor simply asked them to leave, Rocky would have complied. He would've taken the tribe with him and gone without complaint.
But this forced expulsion—without warning, without ensuring the others' safety—was unacceptable.
*How can I find them in such a vast world?*
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. If he wasted time searching, it might already be too late by the time he found them. And worse—what if the Phantom Troupe found them first?
*I can't risk that.*
But waiting wasn't an option either.
Most of the tribesmen didn't speak the outside language. They wouldn't last long on their own.
Piro tugged lightly at Rocky's sleeve.
"Rocky… what should we do now?"
Rocky exhaled slowly, forcing himself to calm down.
At least Piro was safe.
For now.
Looking into Piro's confused, fearful eyes, Rocky softened.
"We'll be fine," he said, placing a hand on Piro's shoulder. "First, we need to figure out where we are."
His gaze lifted to the sky once more.
*Greed Island…*
If he wanted to find the others quickly, there was only one path—
He had to return to Greed Island.
Razor might know where the tribesmen were expelled. As one of the game's developers, he should be able to sense the general direction they were thrown.
*It's the only way.*
Leading Piro by the hand, Rocky began walking. The wilderness stretched endlessly ahead, but he spotted faint traces of a road in the distance.
Eventually, a car appeared.
With his youthful appearance and earnest expression, Rocky flagged it down with ease.
The driver, moved by Rocky's polite request, agreed to take them to the nearest city.
But as they approached, Rocky's eyes widened in disbelief.
A towering building pierced the sky, its distinct architecture unmistakable.
"This… this is the Republic of Padokea," Rocky murmured.
Piro blinked in confusion. "How do you know that?"
Rocky smirked faintly. "I just do."
Batocchia. A place where money ruled.
*Perfect,* Rocky thought. *I need cash. If I'm going to find them, I'll need resources.*
He turned to Piro, his expression growing serious.
"You need to get stronger, Piro. Out here, no one is going to protect us. We have to rely on ourselves."
Piro nodded, absorbing the weight of Rocky's words.
And with that, Rocky stepped into the bustling streets of Padokea, his mind already set on the path ahead.
*Razor… I'll find you. And this time, you'll give me answers.*
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Note: The real adventure will start from here guys. And it's going to be fun, trust me😉.