The Seven Deadly Sins of Hunter x Hunter

In the hotel room, Ilumi looked at the golden mask on the bed, eyes lowered.

"What is the specific ability of this mask?"

Yilumi picked up the mask and looked at it carefully. Except for a missing corner on the right chin, the golden mask was intact.

The gold mask is not cast, but is made up of pieces of gold, with black lines between the gaps between each piece of gold.

A large number of black lines form a complex pattern, each piece of gold is integrated, and the manufacturing process is very precise.

Turning his wrist slightly, the golden mask exuded a hint of cold air.

Ilumi held the golden mask in his hand, threw it into the air, turned his right hand into a blade, and swung it hard.

"when!"

First, a sound of gold and iron clashing sounded from the golden mask, and it hit the wall with a "bang", and one-third of the mask was inserted into the wall.

"Kaka..."

Yilumi stepped forward and took it off the wall, withstanding a blow with 50% of his power, but there was no trace of it.

"Why don't you find someone to try it out?"

Yilumi glanced at the news host on the TV, held the mask in his hand, and walked towards the door. As he walked, a white light lit up from the soles of his feet and passed over his head from bottom to top.

"Click."

When he opened the door, he had completely transformed into the host who was presiding over the news broadcast on TV.

Yilumi left the hotel and came all the way to the gray area of ​​the city.

Blanca City is the southern border city of the United States of America. It is home to criminals, smugglers, drug dealers, gangs, etc. from various countries.

"clatter…"

On the bustling street, Yilumi, who looked like a news host, stepped on the hard ground, making crisp footsteps.

"Hahaha……"

Three gangsters gathered together in front of them, laughing wildly. Ilumi passed them by.

"Hello!"

Suddenly, a gangster with a punk haircut stopped laughing, turned sideways and shouted fiercely at Ilumi.

"Hey, you guy, don't you need to say sorry when you meet someone else?"

Yilumi paused and turned his back to them, but said nothing. There was an unspeakable sense of depression in the air.

"Paul, forget it."

The other two gangsters sensed this strange atmosphere, held down the man's shoulders with one hand, and tried to dissuade him.

The man named Paul also had his eyelids twitching. He felt that the man in front of him exuded an inexplicable aura that made people feel like their breathing was being hindered.

"Gulu..."

The little gangsters' throats were beating. The longer Ilumi stayed, the more oppressive they felt in the space.

"That, that, it was my fault just now."

The young gangster named Paul swallowed his saliva, his voice weak and trembling.

"I have something."

Suddenly, Yilumi, who had been silent all this time, turned around and raised a golden mask.

"This is an ancient secret treasure with a history of thousands of years and is worth at least 50 billion ring nuns."

Ilumi stood in the backlight, with colorful neon lights shining on him, leaving only a shadow on his face.

"Give it to you."

Ilumi threw the golden mask directly at their feet and disappeared instantly when the three gangsters focused on the mask.

"Where are the people?"

The three gangsters suddenly reacted and looked around, but they couldn't find the person who had discarded the golden mask.

The gangster named Paul bent down to pick up the golden mask, and looked at the mask in his hand carefully with the help of the lights beside the street.

"It seems true."

The Sanming gangsters gathered together and touched the golden masks with their hands.

"We'll take it for appraisal and the money from the sale will be divided among the three of us."

One of the gangsters suggested, and the other two nodded in agreement.

"But, this shouldn't be anything troublesome."

"For example, it was snatched away by some desperadoes."

"Let's hide it and get rid of him quickly."

The three gangsters discussed, hid the golden mask, and left the street in secret.

"You still have some self-control."

Yilumi walked out of a side alley, looked at the three people walking quickly in the distance, and commented.

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"Da da da……"

The three of them were walking quickly. At this time, they were carrying a heavy treasure, and they were naturally very nervous.

However, at this time, the gangster named Paul started to struggle for some reason. He reached into his arms and took out the golden mask.

"Paul, hide it quickly."

The gangster on the left tightened his expression when he saw him taking out his mask.

"Hide quickly, this is the territory of the Prescott family gang, they will be robbed."

The gangster on the right also changed his expression and reached out to hold Paul's arm, trying to push the mask back into his arms.

But what surprised him was that he couldn't press Paul's arm.

Without thinking much, he directly touched the mask in Paul's hand to take it and put it in his arms.

"call…"

An even more surprising scene appeared. The moment he was about to touch the mask, Paul raised his arm, pressed him down, and pushed him away.

"Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer."

Ilumi's figure appeared on the edge of the roof above the heads of the three people, looking at the three gangsters who were arguing below.

"Paul?"

The gangster on the left looked at the struggling expressions of his companions, felt something was wrong, and slowly backed away.

"Quick, help him get rid of that mask!"

The gangster who was pushed to the ground by Paul suddenly thought about the reason why his companion made such an action.

"No one can touch him!"

Paul roared at them with a ferocious expression, holding up the mask with both hands, his eyes turning red.

"Hu~hu~"

His breathing became heavier and heavier, and Paul slowly pressed the golden mask on his face due to the irresistible temptation.

"Paul?"

The two gangsters looked at their companion who put on the mask, called out softly with fear on their faces, and slowly backed away.

At this moment, they were even more sure of the weirdness of that mask.

It's obviously just a simple mask without even a fixed thread, so how does it fit on your face?

"This, what does this feel like?"

Paul shuddered when he put on the mask, and felt something burning in his body, which was extremely warm.

"Crack..."

At the same time, he clenched his hands into fists, and due to the strength, his ten knuckles made a "crackling" sound.

"strength."

"A power I've never felt before."

Seeing that he showed no desire to attack, his two companions looked at each other and tested Paul.

"Paul, how are you feeling?"

"Feel?"

Paul took a deep breath of air, seemed to be completely relaxed, and opened his arms in exaggerated movements.

"This feeling is better than ever before."

"I discovered that I love this feeling so much."

After speaking, Paul glanced left and right, as if looking for some target.

He locked his gaze on a street lamp beside the street, walked towards the lamp, and punched the lamp pole.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

In the unbelievable eyes of his two companions, the steel street light pole was broken by his punch and fell to the ground with a "bang".