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August 6th.
Through Kite's introduction, Joey met with Sambika, a Single-Star Virus Hunter and one of the Association's medical specialists.
Their conversation was... pleasant, if you count Joey doing all the talking.
Sambika, for her part, simply handed him handwritten notes each time in response.
In the end, their exchange lasted all of 1 minute and 31 seconds.
"So... Miss Sambika is extremely introverted and not a fan of verbal communication,"
Kite explained once they exited the Association's building—earning a teeth-gritting expression from Joey.
"Fine. Social anxiety—I get it. But what the hell is this?"
Joey muttered, looking down helplessly at the orange tabby cat he now held in his arms.
The cat had been created using Gold Experience, formed from a coin via transmutation.
But now? The cat meowed softly—no longer able to revert back to its original coin form.
All thanks to Sambika, who had injected it with both her Nen ability and a viral agent.
Joey had watched her materialize a syringe and pierce the cat's side, injecting a strange glowing liquid.
From that moment forward, the cat could no longer return to its inert coin state.
It became... something else.
Joey had intended to ask how she did it, to understand the mechanics—
Instead, Sambika shoved the cat and a file folder into his arms...
and ran off.
He was left standing in the hospital corridor, holding a dazed, awakened cat.
For a brief moment, Joey felt like he'd been abandoned—with the cat—as if by a fleeing mother and child.
Thankfully, that surreal feeling passed quickly.
Still... as he now held the warm, breathing feline, he found himself totally confused.
"Maybe the cat is her way of giving you a clue,"
Kite speculated as they reached the hotel lobby.
"Try raising it for a while."
"I guess I don't really have a choice."
Back in his room, Joey ordered cat food and litter through room service,
tossed the orange cat onto the bed,
and began reading through the file Sambika had given him.
He skimmed it for about ten minutes before drawing some conclusions.
The file detailed an ancient virus discovered in a long-lost ruin.
Virus Code: D-7.
The "D" stood for Death, the "7" referred to the days left to live,
and the virus was named after its discoverer, a Double-Star Gourmet Hunter: Lin Neo DeBurg.
Its nickname?
"Seven-Day Killer."
According to the report, the virus caused rapid life-force depletion, forcing its host to live out their entire remaining lifespan in seven days.
A Nen-based virus, bound by oath and restriction.
Once infected, it didn't matter if the host was on their deathbed or had decades left—
they had exactly seven days before the virus reproduced and devoured all remaining life energy.
But Joey had a problem:
The coin used to create the cat via Gold Experience had only a tiny fraction of Nen infused into it—nowhere near enough to sustain a creation for seven days.
Which meant the virus had to sustain the lifeform created by Gold Experience in its place.
And when the seven days ended, and the virus attempted to reproduce and consume the host…
It found that the host was just a coin—not a valid biological target.
So, to reproduce, it tried to cancel the Nen maintaining the lifeform.
But removing the Nen reverted the host back into a coin,
causing the virus to lose its conditions and break its own binding vow and restriction.
As a result, the virus refunded the Nen it had consumed…
And the coin once again turned into a living cat.
But now that cat had new viral spores.
A new infection cycle began, granting the lifeform another seven days.
Then it happened again.
Seven days.
Reproduction.
Reversion.
Refunded Nen.
Reinfection.
Repeat.
Endless.
It was as if the creature had been afflicted with the "Disease That Cannot Die."
But if that were all, then Rena—that miraculous girl—wouldn't have been born.
The world, however, is full of strange phenomena and unexplainable miracles.
When the first seven-day cycle occurred, Colt witnessed the coin and lifeform flicker between states.
Shocked by what he saw, Colt's mental state shattered, and in his desperation, he made an extreme vow and restriction.
That moment birthed Rena.
No one—not even Colt himself—has revealed the details of that contract.
But one thing is clear:
Rena's existence is unrepeatable.
Joey closed the file and glanced at the cat purring on his bed.
"If Rena can't be reproduced…
then what's Sambika trying to achieve by infecting this cat?"
And what role did Sambika's own Nen ability play?
Did it stabilize the virus?
Or… was this ancient virus a product of her Nen—a modernized weaponized strain?
And one thing bothered Joey the most:
If the virus cuts the Nen and reverts the coin to an inert object…
Then what fuel allows it to continue reproducing?
There was a logical hole there.
Was Sambika intentionally vague?
Or was there something deeper, tied to her ability?
Or… did she simply want to observe Joey's reaction—see if he'd give up?
Joey didn't think so.
If it were an experiment, she could have kept the cat herself.
He would've been fine with that—so long as he received access to the data.
As for trying to discourage him?
Pointless.
Joey had never expected his pseudo–Gold Experience to produce real life.
"This is all way over my head,"
Joey muttered, rubbing the tabby's head.
Its soft fur felt… weirdly comforting.
Then something caught his eye.
He picked up the document again and reread a single line:
"The Disease That Cannot Die—Zobae Disease."
He circled the words with a pen.
"Wait… this is… one of the Five Great Calamities!"
Was Sambika trying to explore the nature of Zobae Disease?
That had to be it.
Before he could process further, someone knocked on the door.
Joey, still untangling his thoughts, put away the files and answered.
Though the hotel didn't normally provide cat supplies, money talked—
and Joey had it.
His food and cat litter were delivered alongside dinner.
As the server entered, Joey's eyes lingered on him for two seconds longer than necessary.
That's a different guy.
He hadn't seen this server before.
The man bowed, accepted a tip, and left quietly.
Joey walked to the dining table, tapping it with a finger.
He wasn't ready to eat just yet.
Instead, the silverware on the table shimmered—morphing into small mice under his Nen.
Each dish was sampled.
Ten seconds later, two mice collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
"Just as I thought."
Joey pulled out his phone and messaged Kite.
Someone had tampered with his meal.
They'd likely bribed or replaced the usual hotel staff and slipped poison into his dinner.
If not for Mizaistom's earlier warning, he wouldn't have been this cautious.
And the attack had come only a day after returning from East Gorteau.
Which meant…
Someone had planned this well in advance, betting on Joey surviving the extermination mission.
That wasn't a gamble.
That was confidence—or insider intel.
They must have learned about the Extermination Team's movements before the public did…
and hired assassins near the Association HQ.
Kakin had deep pockets.
Ten minutes later, Kite arrived carrying a dead body—the original hotel staffer.
The lobby manager rushed up to Joey's room and offered apologies.
Joey didn't press the issue.
The hotel had also been victimized.
The corpse was quickly taken away by Association agents.
The police didn't get involved.
The agents recommended Joey hire a licensed Hunter as a bodyguard.
Joey nodded and pulled out Mizaistom's business card.
"A good choice," Kite remarked.
"If Andrei weren't out of commission, this kind of investigation would've been his specialty."
Joey didn't reply, only smiled.
Kite understood and left.
He'd continue helping Joey investigate the bounty circles in the black market.
Based on the assassin's body, he concluded the killer was likely an amateur.
No Nen.
Sloppy method.
Probably a pawn.
But something was off.
The man had died from poison, sure…
But the time of death didn't line up with when he was captured.
Which suggested a disturbing possibility:
He was already dead when he delivered the food.
Only a Nen user could pull that off.
While Joey mulled this over, he dialed Mizaistom.
"I have an investigation request. I'll pay whatever it's worth."
"Fees depend on the difficulty and intel value. But my minimum is five million Jenny. Thank you for your business."
"Agreed."