"Our next story concerns the recent wave of UMA incidents occurring across the nation.
Centered around the city of Patta, attacks have increased along nearby highways and farmland.
Victims are being found mutilated. And the death toll is still rising.
The government has deployed armed forces, though no official progress has been reported.
Citizens are advised to avoid remote areas bordering NGL and remain in populated zones.
In the meantime, the nation has submitted an official aid request to the V5 and is seeking assistance from the Hunter Association…"
The radio repeated variations of the same grim message.
Every newscast painted the same picture — Rokario Republic was under siege.
And Joey didn't need a broadcast to tell him that.
He'd seen it firsthand.
Chimera Ant corpses, yes — but also the mangled remains of Rokarian soldiers, scattered in fields and on roadsides.
More than once, he'd quietly used Gold Experience to stabilize those on death's edge.
But there were limits. Even at full power, Gold Experience could not resurrect the dead.
More often than not, all Joey could do was report locations and pray a cleanup team arrived before the bodies began to rot.
"Rokario's taking a beating," André muttered, shaking his canteen.
"The Royal Guards don't seem to be targeting it directly, though."
"They're likely long gone by now," Kite replied from the front seat, staring out the window.
"There are dozens of small island nations across the Barucha Archipelago, most of them with little or no international surveillance.
But we've narrowed it down. Odds are high they've entered the East Gorteau region."
Joey furrowed his brow.
"Even with this level of destruction, Chimera Ants only count as Category B Designated Containment Creatures?
Then what the hell qualifies as an A?"
He wasn't being rhetorical. After weeks of fighting, dissecting, and burying —
Joey had witnessed how terrifying these creatures could be.
Here in the archipelago, cut off from proper communication networks, people lacked any real concept of non-human species.
To the public, Chimera Ants weren't a political issue or an ecological concern.
They were monsters.
Enemies to be wiped out.
"There's no S-class," Kite corrected him bluntly.
"Not officially.
The highest classification used by the V5 is Category A+ — a level that denotes existential risk.
In recorded history, no A+ disaster has ever struck the continent.
Chimera Ants are Category B because they present long-term ecological threat — through feeding, hybridization, or reproduction.
But they can still be eliminated. Even if it costs lives, we have countermeasures.
That's what separates them from true catastrophes."
"So a single letter — from B to B+ — means that much of a jump in danger?"
"It does," Kite said flatly.
"Take this for example—"
He pulled a worn notebook from his coat and flipped it open.
A rough sketch of a jagged obsidian-black scale was pasted to the page.
Then he turned another page.
A massive silhouette filled the sheet — wings outstretched, jaws wide, blotting out the sun.
A dragon.
"This is the Black Dragon of Malice — a B+ Category Designated Containment Beast.
Its scale is about the size of a human palm. Which gives you an idea of how big the creature is.
It can breathe a corrosive black flame. Regular weapons don't work on it.
Even V5's nation-level WMDs can barely pierce its hide.
But the worst part isn't its power — it's that it has no reproductive barriers.
It can breed with most known species.
And its offspring — even newborns — are born at B- or B-class threat levels.
Worse still, they're… voracious. Male or female, doesn't matter. Nothing escapes them."
Joey felt bile rise in his throat.
Worse than a Chimera Ant Queen.
Worse than Meruem.
A monster that could ignore biology. Breed with anything. Spawn mini-nightmares by the dozen.
And they couldn't even kill it with a Miniature Rose.
"So how do you… contain something like that?" Joey asked hoarsely.
"You don't," Kite said.
"You send it back.
Certain Nen abilities allow for dimensional transfer. The V5 has ways to banish them to the Dark Continent."
The name hung in the air like fog.
The Dark Continent.
Joey had heard the name before — in whispers and rumor.
But now, the implications hit him harder than ever.
The V5. The same world leaders that governed the known world —
had methods. Had means.
And they used those means to fight monsters too dangerous to even classify.
"These are just B+ creatures," Kite said, flipping through his notebook.
"There are worse.
Some of them still have descendants walking around today. Some turned into sapient sub-species.
Others are magical beasts we can actually communicate with.
Someday, when you travel the continent yourself, you'll run into them.
And then you'll understand how tiny your view of the world really was."
Joey stared at the notebook.
One page showed a city-sized snail, another a storm serpent coiled in magma.
A bird that never landed.
A wolf with bone-plated fur that could shatter concrete.
A fungus that infected people, drove them mad, and slowly turned them into shambling, spore-covered monsters.
This wasn't just fiction.
This was documented reality.
And these were all found within the Mobius Lake region — the tiny patch of land humanity called home.
Beyond that?
The true wilds.
The Dark Continent.
Joey's hands trembled slightly as he turned the pages.
He thought of Killer Queen.
He thought of his Nen.
And then he realized something simple.
He'd only seen the surface.
And the world was so, so much deeper.
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