To thwart Beyond from clearing the game.
After the decision-makers from each team finished their negotiations, they hadn't reached an agreement on how to distribute the final Dragon Ball.
Who should it be given to?
No one wanted to see the final Dragon Ball fall into Beyond's hands.
Because once it fell into his hands, the game would be over.
Even if they couldn't get the Dragon Ball, they definitely couldn't let Beyond get it.
Morel, the leader of the largest team of independent players, finally announced the results of the talks between the representatives of the various teams and organizations to the players outside who weren't aware of the details.
"Beyond, the son of Netero, the legendary former chairman of the Hunter Association."
Standing on a makeshift platform, this guy named Morel looked very energetic.
A man, estimated to be in his forties or fifties.
His eyes were bright and piercing, and his voice was loud and full of energy.
His face also looked incredibly capable.
His expression was filled with both authority and a sense of justice.
Just based on his appearance, you could get a sense of trust.
There was a reason why he had been chosen to speak to all the players.
Just based on his appearance and aura, he could easily gain people's trust.
"He's very strong and also possesses the most special cards in the game, monopolizing them."
"He's developing his Nen user unit and occupying most of the card acquisition points on the island."
"Ordinary players, even if they form squads, have no chance of competing with him."
As Morel spoke, he walked back and forth on the platform, his black military boots making a thudding sound on the ground.
His footsteps were steady and powerful.
His movements, language, speech speed, and word choice were all special.
With just a few words, he made the players recall the scene of being surrounded by Beyond's Nen users and being forced to hand over their cards in order to be safe.
Threats! Oppression! Beyond had a lot of people, and although there weren't many strong Nen users among his subordinates, the sheer number of them gave Beyond a great advantage.
No one wanted to fight Beyond to the death because it wasn't worth it.
Because of this mindset, these players' living space had been drastically squeezed by Beyond's players, who stuck together.
As a result, even the top strategy teams had fallen far behind Beyond's ultra-fast clearing speed.
The difference of twenty designated pocket cards wasn't small.
"In the past, we had no choice but to endure, but we can't continue to endure anymore!"
"Beyond is about to clear the game!"
Morel looked at the dense crowd below the platform.
These nearly ten thousand players represented almost all of the players on the island, aside from Beyond's forces.
"Are you willing to stand by and watch that detestable guy clear the game and get the clearing reward!"
Morel didn't speak too emotionally.
Instead, he spoke very calmly.
However, these calm words deeply stimulated the players who had gathered here.
Whether they wanted to let Beyond get the clearing reward was a question that didn't need to be asked.
No one wanted to see Beyond clear the game.
"I don't care who it is, as long as it's not Beyond who clears the game."
This player clearly had a deep hatred for Beyond.
The game of Greed Island wasn't absolutely safe. It was normal for people to die.
And Beyond had to collect so many cards, and he was doing it so quickly.
It was impossible for him to clear every card himself.
Many of them had been directly stolen.
The process of stealing naturally involved fighting.
One player started saying this, and the other players also began to shout and curse.
But no matter what they said, they couldn't say anything good about Beyond.
Morel nodded in satisfaction at this situation.
"Then! I now announce! The Anti-Beyond Alliance is officially established! We have only one goal: to get the Seven Dragon Balls before Beyond does!"
He raised his fist high.
The crowd below, the dense mass of Nen users, also raised their fists.
Behind the platform, Morel smiled helplessly.
'With this kind of inspiring ability, it's no wonder this guy became the leader of the largest organization of independent players.'
Inspiring people was Morel's ability, awakening the passion in their hearts and solidifying their goals.
He was a Manipulator-type Nen user!
Although this ability didn't allow him to manipulate others like puppets with 100% certainty,
his ability could make people firmly believe in their goals as long as they hadn't suffered a huge shock.
If he continuously used this ability on someone,
over time, the target would develop a fervent worship for Morel.
They would even follow him wholeheartedly.
In short, it was an ability to brainwash people.
Of course, this ability wasn't foolproof. Different targets required different methods.
But right now, Morel only needed to stir up the anger in the players' hearts.
That was very easy for him.
Turning around, Morel looked at Knuckle, whose eyes were burning with flames.
He was speechless. His own disciple was showing signs of being controlled by the ability.
He punched Knuckle on the head.
Morel didn't say much. Knuckle's personality was indeed easily swayed by this kind of ability.
Because Knuckle himself was someone with very rich emotions.
"Master! Why does the sky over there feel a little dark?"
Knuckle, who had been woken up, raised his head and saw that the sky in the distance seemed to be filled with purple smoke, looking like a large cloud heading towards them.
As Morel turned his head, he said, "The weather is very good right now. How could it be"
Looking at the purplish-black smoke that was drifting over, Morel slowly closed his mouth, and the last word, "dark," died in his throat. He was stunned in place.
At Beyond's base, at the Lake of Life, everyone stared wide-eyed, watching the purplish-black smoke that was constantly rising from the lake.
No matter how you looked at it, this scene didn't seem like anything good.
If they saw this kind of scene in the outside world, even the most foolish person would know to run away.
But this was Greed Island. There had been scenes that were even more unbelievable than this.
So, although the players were surprised, they didn't run away immediately.
Instead, they gathered around the lake, talking in surprise.
"Could it be that another game event has started?"
Someone immediately refuted this.
"Even if a game event is starting, they wouldn't set up two different game events in the same place, would they?"
Although that was true, there were still people who thought that this was just a newly triggered game event.
Beyond had just finished his rally, and the morale of the players under his command was higher than ever.
Standing in the distance, Beyond narrowed his eyes, looking at the lake surface that was constantly emitting purplish-black smoke.
Beyond's heart seemed to be beating faster.
He retreated backward.
But not immediately.
He was also curious whether this was a new game event or if some other special situation had occurred.
However, his instincts were telling him that nothing good would come of this.
A cold wind suddenly blew over the heads of the crowd.
Strangely, this wind should have blown the purplish-black smoke away.
However, the mysterious smoke was actually going against the wind, seeming to be trying very hard to drift towards the crowd.
The players were somewhat shocked by this strange phenomenon.
"What's going on with this smoke? It feels like it can't be blown away."
"No way! No matter what kind of smoke it is, it shouldn't be able to resist the wind, right?"
Pariston had arrived next to Beyond at some point.
"Do you feel… a strange sensation?"
Hearing Pariston's sudden words, Beyond nodded. "You feel it too?"
Those who were close to Beyond, those with decent strength, had cold sweat breaking out on their faces for some reason.
It seemed to be warning them of something.
Suddenly! A fish jumped out of the lake and onto the shore.
And it was trying very hard to continue jumping onto the land.
It had no intention of returning to the water.
A fish that had voluntarily jumped onto the shore. "Is it committing suicide?"
The players said with strange, half-smiling expressions.
A player next to them shrugged. "Come on! Animals can also have suicidal thoughts, right?"
"As long as it's an animal, it has consciousness. If it has consciousness, it can think, and it's normal for it to commit suicide if it can't think straight, right?"
While the players were discussing the suicidal fish, Beyond, who was in the back, looked up at the squirrels that were constantly jumping through the treetops, and the dark mass of birds.
They were all fleeing frantically into the distance.
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