Tserriednich is the Fourth Prince of Kakin, but he also has another identity: a collector of human organs.
His hobbies are quite unusual. He often has his subordinates scout for women, lure them to his location, and then he puts on a mask of cultured refinement to converse with the prey before him.
If the prey's substance meets the passing grade, he would take great pleasure in enjoying their agonized screams, then with the utmost seriousness and meticulousness, slowly peel the human skin from their body.
This is noble collection… taking the skin of someone with substance, tattooing it, and then framing it.
If the prey's knowledge is lacking, his skinning process becomes rather rough. Even so, he would still completely peel off the skin, only to discard it afterward.
Just like the two bloodied female corpses in the corner of the bathroom, fragments of skin scattered across the floor.
The violent traces displayed the displeasure within the perpetrator's heart at the time.
And that perpetrator was not far away, calmly washing off the blood that stained him.
Squeak.
Tserriednich turned off the showerhead, took a towel from the rack, vigorously rubbed his hair a few times, then picked up the phone on the sink and dialed his subordinate.
"I'm telling you, Mark, before you hit on them, you should at least ask if they know the capital of the Kakin Empire and the King's name, right? That's the bare minimum for being human."
"But the women you send over, their minds are filled only with fashion and getting laid. Peeling their skin, what's the difference from peeling a pig or a monkey?"
"What I pursue is the comprehensive art created by promising young people in extreme states, understand?"
"Send another woman over. The sooner, the better."
Tserriednich hung up the phone, casually placed it aside, then ignored the two bloody corpses nearby and stood before the sink, meticulously arranging his appearance.
No matter the quality of the prey sent over, one must solemnly receive them.
This is a sense of ritual.
After a while, Tserriednich, dressed in formal attire, waited in the living room.
Tomorrow is the Departure Ceremony. For the following months, he wouldn't be able to collect any artworks.
"So, in this final finale, please don't send another inferior product," Tserriednich coldly muttered to himself.
Half an hour later, a knock sounded.
Tserriednich stood up, the coldness on his face suddenly transforming into a gentle, approachable smile.
Opening the door, outside stood a tall man with golden hair, dressed in a yellow suit.
This was Mark. He immediately bowed to Tserriednich.
Beside Mark stood a beautiful woman with long, flowing hair, appearing somewhat reserved.
Tserriednich looked at the woman and smiled. "Welcome, please come in."
As he spoke, from the woman's perspective, Tserriednich gave a slight nod to the golden-haired man outside the door.
After that, only Tserriednich and the woman sent by Mark remained in the room.
Tserriednich invited the woman to sit on the sofa, then carefully observed her.
Black hair cascaded over her shoulders, bangs neatly across her forehead. Her features were exquisite, the lipstick on her lips was his favorite Gaumor No. 16, and the perfume was also his preferred Carola Collector's Edition.
'This woman...'
Tserriednich had an excellent first impression of the woman, but he found it all a bit too coincidental.
'Lipstick, perfume, attire... all suited my taste.'
Though he thought so, his face remained expressionless. He smiled and asked, "What wine would you like? I'll get it for you."
Before conversation, wine was always necessary to set the mood. This was the prelude.
"No need."
The woman abruptly changed her previous ladylike demeanor, her tone icy.
When she uttered the first word, it was still a female voice, but by the last word, it had already become a male voice.
Tserriednich's face still maintained a gentle smile, but his hand now held a high-powered pistol equipped with a silencer, capable of easily blowing a head apart with a single bullet.
Thwip.
He fired without hesitation.
Just because of the good first impression, he had been slightly vigilant. And when this prey before him said, 'No need', he didn't want to know the other's identity or purpose at all. All he wanted was to shoot them dead.
However, the bullet stopped mid-air.
"Huh?"
Tserriednich's pupils contracted. He saw a chain suddenly conjure in the air. The bullet, powerful enough to shatter a human skull, was caught between two links.
The strange phenomenon didn't cause any pause in Tserriednich's thoughts.
'A dangerous person targeting me.'
'If I don't kill them, I'll be in danger.'
Therefore, Tserriednich pulled the trigger at the fastest possible speed.
All the bullets in the magazine poured toward this cross-dressing stranger before him.
Yet what happened next left Tserriednich in disbelief. He saw this person simply flick their wrist, and all the bullets were caught between the chain links.
Then, the chain that could easily block bullets gave him no chance, coiling around him like a snake, wrapping both his mouth and body into a tight bundle.
The user of the chain was Kurapika in disguise.
He stared coldly at the composed Tserriednich and said coldly, "The last beast."
This Kakin Prince before him was the last beast possessing his clansmen's eyes.
Find the eyes, and everything would end.
Tserriednich originally thought Kurapika was an assassin sent by the First Prince, Benjamin. But hearing Kurapika's words directly overturned that guess.
'My mouth is sealed, losing the chance to negotiate. If this man before me is ruthless enough, my survival rate is almost zero. What a disaster.' Even in peril, Tserriednich remained very calm.
He tried to make muffled sounds, conveying to Kurapika his need to speak.
Kurapika, however, ignored Tserriednich's desire to speak and directly dragged him towards the rooms of the suite.
One room, two rooms, three rooms...
Finally, in the largest bedroom, he saw a dazzling array of collections.
Their number far surpassed the collection seen in the video.
Upon seeing the row of Scarlet Eyes and a glass jar containing a head, Kurapika suddenly released an Aura filled with intense anger.
The edges of his pupils emitted a deep red glow, even his contact lenses almost unable to conceal it.
Feeling such an enraged aura up close, even with Tserriednich's unusual temperament, he couldn't help but feel a chill run through his body, sensing a thick sense of crisis.
'I am the one who will succeed the Kakin throne! How can I die here...!'
...
Port city, bar.
Law looked at the two women before him and said helplessly, "What are you doing here?"
The arrivals were Ellie and Stargie.
Their appearance drew many wolf-like gazes from the surroundings.
Most were directed at Stargie. Among the gazes, only a few held surprise and admiration, while more were pure desire.
"Reporting important news, obviously," Ellie said, wrapping her arms around Law's arm, her well-developed curves pressing tightly against it.
Law instinctively tried to pull his arm away, but it provoked Ellie's fierce resistance and a 'I'll cry if you do this' look.
He sighed softly, glanced at Stargie standing beside him with her cool expression, then looked back at Ellie and sighed, "Association's matters, right? A phone call or a message would've sufficed."
"I wanted to report in person!"
Ellie made a playful face at Law.
Beside them, Ging observed Stargie.
'She feels strong. Not just ordinary strong.'