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The last card came from a quiz.
One copy on the island. Without it the binder stayed at ninety-nine and the clear stayed closed. Ronin had known the questions for months. While he farmed cards and pulled more of his aura into usable output, he had done the homework.
The announcement hit every player still grinding and every player who had already given up. No rumor. No warning. Someone was at the door.
The first reaction was respect.
The second was hunger. If they could peel card 000 off him, maybe there was a fee in it.
NPC voices started reading specified-slot questions into the air.
Ronin was fast. He did not have every card memorized. He had better than seventy percent. The last answer went in.
"Highest score. Perfect paper is one hundred. Player Ronin, eighty-eight."
"Lost," Shizuku said. She did not like it. She had gathered her own stack of notes. Challenge work suited her. She still wanted to know what she had scored.
"You didn't study," Ronin said, happy to be a pain about it.
"Take the cards."
She moved the binder to him without being asked. The bet had been simple. Winner of the quiz met the developers and picked the card that left the game. She had lost. The last slots filled. One hundred.
An owl dropped out of the sky with a letter in its claws and put it in his hand.
The paper became a card on contact. Number 110. Ruler's Invitation. SS-rank. Unique.
Use it and a packet arrived: invitation, map, badge.
Ronin marked the location. He was reaching for Accompany when his head came up.
Aura packets were already falling toward them.
Spell cards.
Players stepped out of the light with binders open and the same look on every face. Take the set. Inherit the clear.
Ronin looked once and lost interest.
Too weak.
He did not have to move. Neon showed what the last stretch of training had bought. She crossed the gap like weather and put one of them down with a clean white fist. The man next to him, still wearing a grin and a speech, nearly popped his eyes. The attack card went back into the binder. The movement card never made it out.
Ronin was already smiling, Shield of Faith up over his head.
"We're done."
"The area under the castle should be new," Ronin said, pulling Drift. "Rimile. I never went there while I was collecting. Everywhere else I have. Drift should dump me at the hole. I'll come back for you."
"Go," Shizuku said.
Neon was still stripping the downed players. The look on her face said they were broke.
"Stop picking pockets," Ronin said. "We clear and we leave."
Drift took him.
Neon kicked the nearest body after he was gone.
"What happens to the game after we finish it?"
"No idea. He'll ask the people who built it."
"Are we actually giving Battera a card?" Abachi asked.
"That's the plan," Shizuku said. "Not all of the Witch's Youth Potion. He said he still needs some."
"For Chairman Netero?" Neon asked.
It was not her guess. It was Kurapika's, from the day they split. Ronin chased fights. An old Netero might not be enough.
"Would he even take it?" Shizuku did not like the odds. She had never met the man. Everything she had heard said he was stubborn. If age and years actually bothered him, the potion on this island would already be in his pocket. Ronin had also mentioned Bartolome on the Dark Continent—something that stretched a life. Netero had walked out of that place once. If he wanted more years he could go back and take them. No one was going to stop the man the world still called the strongest.
Ronin landed while they were still talking. No speech. Accompany.
They hit the town under the castle in a cluster. Shizuku's group stayed in the streets. Ronin took the invitation up the hill.
The doors opened on a hall that had been waiting. A boy in waiter's blacks stood in the middle of it, spine straight, and put out a hand.
"Welcome to G.I. Castle."
Ronin knew the name.
List.
He also knew the face was a lie. The body looked fifteen. The years did not. More than a decade ago this one had built Greed Island with Ging.