Rather than him going to find them, it was much easier to let them come find him.
After all, Sora was an animal—he could just follow Cyr's scent. Shouldn't take long at all.
After sending the message, Cyr put his phone away and looked around at his surroundings.
The palace was crowded with people, and battles seemed to be erupting everywhere.
Hmm… so why had the fighting broken out here, at the palace? Was it the humans or the ants who struck first?
Losing a chunk of his memory felt like someone hit fast-forward on his life. Suddenly, everything felt disoriented—like he was just drifting along.
Unhappy.
Killua and Gon were actually inside the palace too—but Cyr wasn't interested in those two. Even though his senses told him they'd grown significantly stronger, it didn't matter to him.
Other than them, the people fighting were all strangers. No chips, no popcorn, no soda…
Otherwise, he could've just sat back and watched like it was a movie.
Shape-shifting monsters, defeated humans, butterfly-winged creatures, and catlike beasts.
And a few others he didn't even bother to notice—because they were too weak to be worth his attention.
All of them were ants…
Cyr was merely passing by, yet they all looked at him with wary eyes.
They were willing to stop attacking other humans just to keep a close watch on his movements.
Why so tense? Did he beat them up before or something? Eh…
He didn't remember—so it must not have happened.
And even if he did beat them up, it had to be because they did something wrong.
Cyr firmly believed he would never hit the wrong person.
But now he was kind of curious—just how strong had he gotten?
Eighty-one percent Sukuna and seventy-five percent Gojo Satoru… yeah, he was almost maxed out.
The higher the compatibility, the stronger the body. The stronger the body, the more efficient Six Eyes became—and the stronger his aura output grew.
His current power was a hybrid of Nen and Cursed Energy, so compatibility alone didn't reflect his full strength.
Thanks to Nen, his actual strength probably exceeded the raw compatibility numbers.
If they were just comparing Nen alone, he'd admit he was no match for the Ant King or Netero—but in terms of overall power… hard to say.
Either way, he didn't think he would lose.
Of course, beating that Netero—who'd just been juiced up with card buffs—seemed like a tall order. That glowing Super Saiyan form of his was clearly the result of the triple-card stack. A 175% boost… yeah.
Sounded exciting, actually.
Cyr walked a full circle around the palace, running into all sorts of people—aside from Gon and Killua, they were all strangers.
None of them triggered any memories.
Looks like the memory-loss card effect couldn't be undone after all… This wasn't just ordinary amnesia—like the kind that could be fixed by a bump to the head or seeing something familiar.
This was more like a hard block in his brain—one he couldn't remove by himself.
He'd even proven that stabbing himself in the head with his spear did nothing.
It wasn't a power—it was a cost.
After all, his card effects always took hold unconditionally. Not even he could cancel them.
Debuffs were simply the price of using such powerful buffs.
So these two types of cards always appeared together—there was no such thing as drawing five buffs or five debuffs all at once.
His ability was actually pretty convenient, since the cost represented by debuff cards could usually be passed onto others. It was just that occasionally, he had to pay the price himself.
Speaking of which, there were two people whose abilities he found quite intriguing.
They were the two fighting those shapeshifting monsters.
One of them… well, he didn't have a hand on one arm. Or rather, he didn't lack a hand—there were three severed hands floating around him, and he carried a birdcage.
The whole scene gave off an eerie, mysterious vibe.
That guy's Nen ability looked fascinating.
The other shirtless man had a rather cute ability—like a doll or something.
But the two of them were clearly outmatched by their opponent.
If the fight dragged on, they'd lose. Might even die.
But that had nothing to do with Cyr.
So when the man with the severed hands collapsed in a pool of blood, Cyr just watched like he was seeing a tragic play unfold, waiting to see what would happen next.
The fallen man bit his lip, tears in his eyes, filled with hatred and frustration as he turned to the other man: "Knuckle… I'm counting on you. For my sake too. That bastard… treating me like trash… looking down on me…"
"Don't worry. I will," the man named Knuckle replied, voice steady and resolute.
He launched his final attack on the monster.
That high-interest-loan style ability—Cyr was genuinely interested.
But he couldn't steal other people's Nen powers, and he had no interest in being in debt.
Cyr casually reached out and grabbed the unconscious man. The three severed hands and the birdcage vanished—clearly, they were part of his materialized ability.
Not actual items. Couldn't be taken home to play with.
With that thought, Cyr used Reversed Cursed Technique to heal the man on a whim, then dropped him and returned to where the Ant King and Netero were fighting.
The battlefield hadn't changed much. Netero, still in Super Saiyan mode, somehow wasn't dominating the Ant King yet.
He should be pounding him into the ground by now! Why weren't they fighting seriously yet?
Even though the Ant King's strength registered as very high according to Six Eyes analysis, Netero had been handed a cheat by Cyr.
He'd lost his voice and part of his memory to give that old man a power-up—if the geezer still managed to lose, that'd be a real slap in the face.
Not being able to talk was such a buzzkill.
And yet the two of them had just spent a long time talking. They'd even agreed that the Ant King wouldn't kill Netero—victory would only count if he surrendered while still alive.
Ugh… what kind of human logic was this?
The Ant King actually looked like he was going to agree too.
Humans really were crafty creatures.
Cyr thought about it, pulled out his phone, and began typing—then switched to voice playback mode.
"Super Sun-taro! Punches the Ant King! Kicks the V5!"
He blasted it at full volume.
Both fighters heard it, but only understood the latter part. The first line made no sense to them.
The battle erupted without warning.
Netero's attacks were dazzling. Behind him floated a golden bodhisattva statue with countless arms—it looked like a Thousand-Armed Kannon, each strike flashing with brilliant, radiant light.
Even Netero himself glowed like a tiny sun.
Well, that was the effect of the Sun card. Normally, it wouldn't be this flashy, but a critical success on a triple-card combo… yeah, it turned the user into a walking light source.
One move was all it took to send the Ant King crashing into the earth, coughing up blood.
The Ant King, who had previously been indifferent, now wore a serious expression.
"It seems… unless I defeat you, you won't listen to what I have to say," he said coldly, purple eyes full of disdain.
He believed he'd shown Netero plenty of mercy—but the old man had no sense of tact.
When it came to weak creatures, the Ant King could be merciful. But when facing someone strong—someone who could possibly defeat him—he became guarded.
Like Netero before… and Netero now.
No matter how much Netero had attacked earlier, the Ant King hadn't cared about the "bite of an insect." But now, this new strike wasn't something he could shrug off.
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