Hunter × Hunter: The Seven Deadly Sins

"Big greed."

In the eyes of Illumi, there is a huge monster behind Paul at this time.

A huge skeleton formed by greedy emotions, the body almost filled the entire office.

"Greed, disappearing!?"

Suddenly, Illumi's eyes were fixed, and the greed that had swelled to the extreme behind Paul was quickly dissipating.

"Hah~"

Tristin looked into Paul's eyes, which were red with no humanity.

Just like the beheading of a hundred people in the ancient battlefield, blinded by blood, reduced to a beast that only knows how to kill.

All the surrounding bodyguards rushed forward, and Illumi just watched Paul unscrupulously start killing.

Paul is extremely strong and at the same time is not afraid of pain. Even if a bodyguard shoots him with a gun, he is completely unresponsive.

For a minute, Paul, who lost his mind, killed everyone in the room except for Illumi and the two gangsters huddled in the corner.

"Roar!"

Paul, with red eyes, turned his head, and roared like a beast at Illumi who was standing behind the office chair.

"Woo woo woo..."

Paul's two fellow gangsters huddled in a corner, shivering, tearful from the fright of this killing feast.

Paul roared again, and rushed towards Illumi, his blood-stained claws came at him.

"Shua!"

A flash of white light flashed, both arms snapped off at the root, Paul's forward body lost balance, and hit the desk with a "bang".

"hiss……"

Paul, who lost his arm, didn't feel the pain, raised his head again and roared at Illumi.

"Shut up!"

Yilumi frowned, pressed his left hand on the top of his head, and with a "bang" sound, he pressed it on the desk. The hard solid wood desk was knocked out of a round hole.

"Gulu..."

The two gangsters looked at Illumi who looked like a bodyguard, and swallowed their saliva.

They didn't understand why such a powerful person didn't take action just now.

"It's strange, all the greedy emotions have disappeared."

Illumi stared at the smoke lingering around Paul's body. The greedy smoke that had swelled to form a huge skeleton didn't even exist at this moment.

Only some of the purest malice and killing remained, like wild beasts.

Paul's body was still struggling frantically under the pressure of Illumi, and the desk was constantly shaking from his struggling movements.

"Take it off."

Illumi grabbed the opponent's head, lifted it up, grabbed the edge of the mask on Paul's cheek with his right hand, fixed his eyes, and pulled it hard.

"Shua!"

There was no resistance as imagined, as if the mask was just put on, and it was taken off very easily.

Illumi spread the palm of his left hand holding Paul's head, and with a "bang", Paul fell to the ground.

"Uh uh..."

Paul, whose mask was taken off, seemed to have recovered a little bit of sanity, with a weak voice in his throat, as if he wanted to say something.

"Paul...Paul."

Seeing that he seemed to regain some sanity, the two gangsters crept over, looked at his opening and closing mouth, and leaned closer, trying to hear his words clearly.

"Small, be careful with that...golden...noodles..."

Before the words were finished, Paul's eyes popped, his expression froze, his head tilted, and the luster in his pupils gradually lost.

His two fellow gangsters looked at each other, seeing an emotion called fear from the bottom of each other's eyes, twisting their necks stiffly, looking up at Illumi who was carefully examining the mask.

"I...can we leave?"

One of them suppressed his uneasiness and asked in a trembling voice.

Illumi didn't speak, but turned around slowly, walking towards the two of them with the mask in hand.

"Please do me a favor."

Illumi stood in front of the two,

Passing the mask in front of them, said in a deep voice.

"Put it on."

The two gangsters who had just breathed a sigh of relief suddenly froze, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

"Big brother, we can't wear this mask."

"Yeah, it's evil, it's what made Paul the way he is."

The two gangsters raised their hands and kept shaking them, shaking their heads frequently and refusing.

"I know, that's why I gave it to you."

Yilumi's tone was calm, and the two gangsters were shocked when they heard the words. In their unbelievable gazes, a white light flashed across Yilumi's body from bottom to top.

"You guys won't refuse, will you?"

The appearance of Illumi's bodyguard suddenly changed to that of the news anchor who met them two months ago.

The two gangsters were so frightened that they couldn't speak at this time, a foul smell came from under them, Illumi's eyes moved, and their crotches were already soaked.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

Under the desperate eyes of the two gangsters, Illumi held the head of one of the gangsters and forced the mask onto his face.

"No no no..."

The gangster struggled desperately, but soon stopped moving.

After helping him put on the mask, Illumi grabbed his head and turned it, looking at the joint between his cheek and the edge of the mask, and saw that the mask and his skin seemed to be fused together, so he pulled it hard.

"Can't tear it off."

Yilumi pulled the golden mask on the gangster's face vigorously, but found that the mask seemed to grow on his face, no matter what angle he used, he couldn't pull it off.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Yilumi frowned, and the masked gangster stopped trembling, and the thick fear that lingered on him quickly dissipated, replaced by a very faint wisp of blue smoke rising.

"Greed is growing."

This wisp of blue smoke represents greed, and it is still growing. During the period of observation by Illumi, it has grown from a thread to the level of a woolen thread.

And it is still growing, it is growing and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Snapped!"

The masked gangster suddenly grabbed his wrist, and he stopped shaking, and the right arm holding Illumi's wrist suddenly exerted force, as if to crush his bones.

Yilumi's eyes went blank, his right hand turned into a blade, and he chopped off both of his arms with two "poofs".

Blood splattered and sprayed the face of the gangster next to him, and the smell of urine appeared again.

"I want to see if it really can't be torn off."

Illumi pressed the gangster's body that was still struggling without his arms, stepped on his shoulder, and clasped the edges of the mask on both sides of his cheeks with both hands.

"Give me... come down!"

Yilumi's eyes were fixed, and she suddenly exerted strength.

"Tear~"

In an instant, there was a sound like cloth being torn, and Illumi directly tore off the bastard's face and the bloody mask.

"Ahhh...!!!"

The only remaining gangster watched his companion's face being torn off alive, his mind collapsed, he screamed in fright, and passed out.

"It was ripped off directly with the skin."

Illumi looked at the golden mask with cheeks in his hand, and he finally understood the weirdness of this mask.

The gangster whose mask was torn off was no longer breathing.

He picked up the cigar box on the ground, put the mask inside, slowly got up, his right leg turned into a blade, and slashed across the neck of the fainted bastard with a "swish".

Slowly left the office.