Meteor City. District 1, the former Brandon Mansion.
Aizen Ryker sat high above, looking down like a king.
The old fox knew how to enjoy life; this chair felt regal.
Of the thirteen District Elders, only six survived.
The rest had reported to the underworld.
The weakling Elders Ryker killed after Brandon were disappointing. The best traits were only Purple.
Three were Enhancement types...
Barely pushed my progress bar forward.
Enhancement was already Red. The XP required now was massive.
But it didn't matter.
Elders were leeks. Cut one crop, another grows. It just takes time.
Meteor City rarely produced Gold traits, but Purple ones were abundant. Quantity over quality.
It would become his endless supply zone.
"Any objections? If you have different opinions, speak up. But if you betray Lord Aizen, you'll end up like Brandon and Knox!"
Erica sneered at the surviving Elders.
Before, they looked down on her. Now, she was out of their league.
Because of Aizen, she was the #3 ruler of Meteor City!
"I've made the management requirements clear. I trust you'll do well?"
Aizen Ryker smiled faintly at the Elders.
They trembled. They were terrified.
Disagreement meant death.
Look at Knox (disrespectful), Gold Tooth (loudmouth), and Brandon (former boss).
All corpses.
"O-Of course! We will strictly follow your orders! We won't let the death toll exceed the standard!"
"Rest assured, Lord... we'll tighten our belts to keep the lowlifes alive."
"We promise!!"
All Elders voted yes. Dissenters were dead.
Ryker was too lazy to develop Meteor City properly.
A normal transmigrator might build technology or agriculture.
But Ryker only wanted a trait farm.
Too much law and order would make harvesting traits troublesome.
Killing is easier than defeating for a 10% drop.
Besides, Meteor City was a guppy jar. Only the strong survived.
Maintaining a certain death rate was natural. Just not too high.
Trash scavengers (White traits) were useless, but humans could breed geniuses.
Maintaining the population base was crucial.
So, Ryker's policy was simple:
Reduce mafia profits. Use the money for periodic relief supplies.
Create infrastructure and trash sorting jobs.
Scavengers who worked got food. Starvation prevented.
Infrastructure = jobs. Trash sorting = profit.
Take from the people, use for the people.
Ryker wouldn't implement rule of law. Chaos was necessary to filter talent.
When the time was right, he'd harvest.
Harvest date: When the Phantom Troupe comes to collect taxes.
Kill two birds with one stone.
Wonderful!
"Good. Working with smart people is pleasant. Lilian represents me. Erica is her deputy. If I find them dead, you all die. Questions?"
Aizen Ryker smiled.
"N-No problem!"
"We obey!"
"We promise on our honor!"
"Honor is worthless. I'll plant Nen bombs. Betrayal means your head explodes like a watermelon. Like this."
Ryker flicked a finger.
A white lightning bolt hit a bronze statue. The head exploded.
The Elders shuddered.
"You can choose not to accept the bomb. I never force people."
Aizen Ryker smiled.
Fuck you...
Is this not force?
They accepted the bombs with bitter faces.
Erica was ecstatic. Being the first implanted felt like an honor.
"Lilian, Erica, Meteor City is yours. Minimize casualties. Kill disobedience. I expect good results in six months. If not, I'll be unhappy."
Ryker scanned the room.
The Elders nodded like chickens pecking rice.
"U-Understood!!!"
"Don't worry, Boss!"
Finally, they sent the terrifying Lord Aizen away.
Meteor City was now his leek garden.
Ryker didn't care about Lilian or Erica's fate. They were NPCs.
If they died, they were too weak. He'd just appoint a new leader.
Leeks grow back.
Watching Aizen leave, Erica clenched her fists.
She regretted her tattoos... she used to be beautiful.
The Boss hated tattoos.
Decided! Removing them!
Next time, I'll surprise him. Maybe get into his bed!
Lilian, the lucky girl, showed emotion in her empty eyes.
She finally understood.
He was the Angel the priest spoke of.
She would obey him unconditionally.
One Week Later. Yorknew City.
Outside the Nostrade Family Manor.
"Sir! This is it. I can't help you get inside. The Nostrade Family is top-tier. Be careful not to offend them."
The taxi driver took the 10,000 Jenny tip happily.
A week's wages. This young man was definitely a rich kid.
"Thanks. You can go."
Ryker got out and stretched.
He came straight here from Meteor City.
The starting point of the next arc.
Light Nostrade's daughter, Neon, had a great ability: Lovely Ghostwriter.
Prophecies.
Maybe I can get a prediction.
If not, whatever.
Did Kurapika arrive yet?
The driver mentioned the Nostrade Family was hiring bodyguards for the upcoming auction.
Light Nostrade climbed the ranks using Neon's ability.
Top mafia, second only to the Ten Dons.
To normal people, the Ten Dons were like presidents.
To Ryker, they were trash.
Their "Shadow Beasts" couldn't even handle Uvogin.
Weak.
But for a transmigrator, they were good farming. Unique abilities!
Luck traits were priceless. Even White quality was worth Gold to Ryker.
Some traits are just NICE!
Kurapika should be here applying too.
Ryker wondered if his presence changed Kurapika's growth.
Kurapika's ability was strong but limited by his Chain Jail contract (Spiders only).
A waste.
But it was his choice. Ryker respected it.
Knock knock knock.
Ryker knocked politely.
The manor was magnificent. Bronze gates. Expensive.
Ryker spotted dozens of hidden cameras.
And the dogs inside... likely controlled by a Nen user (Squala).
Breaking in was easy, but Ryker wanted to farm the Phantom Troupe.
Stealth was better.
Besides, he was a good person.
Ulquiorra killed people. Grimmjow was the assassin. Aizen cleaned up.
What crimes did Ryker commit? None.
"Hm? Take it. Don't come back."
An old man walked over slowly. Seeing Ryker, he checked for others, then handed over a 100 Jenny coin.
Uh...
Ryker, the Transmigrator, Shadow Boss of Meteor City, Future Dark Continent Conqueror...
Was mistaken for a beggar.
If not for the old man's White traits (except [Loyalty] (Purple)), Ryker would have thought he was a hidden master.
"I'm here to protect Mr. Light."
Ryker blocked the door with his foot, smiling.
"Hm? Sorry. Hiring ended this morning. We aren't accepting applicants. And you... don't look qualified."
The old man shook his head.
Hiring standards were high. Many were rejected without seeing the boss.
Even Pro Hunters were rejected!
Only those with recommendations or dazzling records got in.
"Do you recognize this?"
Ryker didn't waste words.
He pulled out his 2-Star Hunter License.
Seeing the license, the old man froze on the spot.
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