Greed Island - Chapter 5

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We were dashing through the forest on our way to Masadora, with the blonde girl still following us.

"So, what should we do with her?" Gon asked, looking back at the girl running a couple of feet behind us.

"Just ignore her. Once the bandits show up, we'll have a chance to ditch her." Killua coldly stated.

"But that'll be mean!" Lizzy whined, pouting at him.

"What are you talking about? She passed, so she must have strong Nen abilities. She should be able to escape if it gets rough."

I rolled my eyes and continued running along with the boys for a while. The girl was still behind us, not showing any signs of fatigue.

"I didn't think she'd be able to keep up with us for this long. I'm impressed." I said, looking back at the blonde girl.

We suddenly came to a halt, seeing some of the bandits emerge from the trees. They were about to attack us, but ended up bowing down to us.

"Please help us! We beg you!" Some of them coughed, us staring at them in confusion.


A young boy was lying in bed with a fever. The bandits took us to their place to help them, and they started explaining the situation between them.

"Aww. Poor boy." Lizzy whimpered, feeling bad for the sick boy.

"A disease is spreading—" One of them coughed, then continued speaking. "It starts with a mild fever that progressively gets worse and worse until it gets fatal."

"All we can do is use medicine to keep the fever at bay." The elder coughed. "But sadly, the medicine only works for a week."

"It is also incredibly expensive and–" Another one coughed. "We've run out of money. We're all sick, so we're unable to steal anything." He kept coughing, raising my concern of being near them.

"Is it contagious?" I whispered.

"Nah. It's probably just a scenario in the game." Killua whispered back.

"Help us! My son only has two or three days to live!" The father cried.

"Could you be so kind to spare us some money? Every bit helps." The elder begged us.

"This is part of the game, right?" Gon asked Killua.

"Yeah. If we give them money, they should provide us with good items or important information." He implied.

"We'll be glad to give you the money. How much do you need?" I kindly asked.

"80,000 Jenny." The elder coughed.

"But that's all we have." Gon muttered.

"It sounds like they know everything about us." Killua replied.

"We'll each spend 20,000 Jenny. Hopefully they'll get better soon." I said with a sympathetic tone.

"Umm, excuse me." The blonde spoke up, and we turned our heads to her. "I have enough to cover 80,000 Jenny."

"Uhh, excuse me, could you shut up for a moment?" The ex-assassin rudely talked back.

"Killua!" I sharply hissed. He rolled his eyes and ignored the girl's fuming look.

"Okay, got it. We can give you the 80,000 Jenny." Gon happily agreed to help them.

"You will?" The elder cried.

"Oh, thank you so much! You've saved my poor son's life!" The father expressed his gratitude for our help.

"I'm—cold. So cold." The sick boy managed to speak out.

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