It was the girl who was raped and murdered, and several Nen users brutally killed by Harrison...
Roy seemed to understand something; Grandpa Zeno had said that because they died unjustly, their grudges were heavy. Now, looking at the girl, she was obviously not a Nen user, yet her figure was the most solid among them...
'This is the power of hatred.' Roy lifted his right foot and stomped on Harrison's head. Without the "Telekinesis" support, his body turned to mush.
The girl's silhouette and the Nen users bowed to him, straightened up, took one last lingering look at the world, then turned into specks of light entering Roy's body.
"What was that?" Wing asked, puzzled, turning to Biscuit for an answer.
The old woman stayed silent, only glancing at Roy with thought-filled eyes.
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A bit less than expected. Perhaps... this is the difference between fugitives and terrorists; the latter is far more harmful than the former.
Roy felt it was too little, unsatisfied and a bit displeased. Leaning on his Staff Blade, he trampled Harrison, scanning the audience with cold eyes...
"Divine Spear" and "Ninja" lowered their heads simultaneously, pretending not to see anything.
"Trash," Wutong sneered.
"You!" Guy Kikuta Masaki was so angry that he felt the chair beneath him heating up, unable to sit any longer, and fled the scene in disgrace.
"Little Wing, ninety days doesn't seem enough," Biscuit said, resting her chin on her hand.
Wing pushed up his glasses on his nose, "Then add another ninety days."
The young man smiled slightly, "A wise person knows when to act; whenever Master says to fight, we fight."
"Good~" Biscuit patted Wing on the head, winking playfully, "It's not like we'll send you to get beaten for nothing."
"Ilo... Ilo..." The chants of Roy's name gradually grew louder as the "spinach followers" left angrily. The young man watched Guy Kikuta Masaki leave, glanced casually at the corner of the wall,
In the dark corner, two young men stood, one calm, one gritting his teeth. Seeing Roy look over, they turned their backs and disappeared into the crowd...
Indeed, it's time to leave...
Roy withdrew his gaze, draped in lights and countless stares, as he stepped down from the ring.
Wing was sitting in his seat, and upon seeing Roy approach, he stood up early, saying, "Congratulations."
Roy paused, calmly watching him. What better day than today... "You can issue the invitation now."
Wing cleared his throat, and Biscuit cut in: "Hey... Little Roy, would you like to join my Shingen-ryu school?"
"You know, our Master is the strongest human!"
"No thanks." Roy recalled the dream under the willow tree, where Netero had fled miserably because of Grandpa Jager. If he switched allegiances, who knows if the old man would kill him in anger?
Roy didn't dare take the gamble.
"That's such a shame. After this farewell, who knows when we'll meet again?" Biscuit "sadly" squeezed out two tears and opened her little hands as if to hug him.
Halfway through, Roy held her head, fluttering in the air and grasping at nothing.
He had no mind to fool around with Old Deng, so he straightforwardly told Wutong, "Let's go."
With that said, he released Biscuit and left the audience area, making his way to his room.
Killing Harrison meant Roy now qualified to advance to the 200th floor. Room 1991 was obviously no longer suitable. He just awaited the official allocation of a new room to move out.
"Step...step..." Master and servant leisurely walked down the corridor, stopping upon nearing someone unexpected yet somewhat expected.
"Please make me your disciple!" Haseki Dorou dropped to his knees at Wutong's feet with a thud, hitting his head on the ground with such fluidity that he had evidently practiced it countless times in his mind.
Wutong visibly stiffened for a moment, then turned to Roy: "Master, should we just kill him?"
Roy remained silent, leaving it entirely to his discretion.
The young butler hesitated again, sighed, and lifted his right foot, hooking Haseki Dorou's chin with his toes, disdainfully asking, "Can you transform?"
Master did say to find a tool no worse than Tsubone, one that can "fly," "run," "jump," and "swim."
"?"
Haseki Dorou looked utterly bewildered,
After a pause, stammering, said: "How can a person transform, like... Rubber Man Morris?"
The young man cautiously glanced at Roy, nodding firmly: "I will, as long as you're willing to teach, I dare to transform!"
'Best to transform into a tank and blow you to bits!' Haseki Dorou silently added in his heart...
"Master, what do you think?"
"It's your decision."
"Enhancement" Haseki Dorou couldn't escape the fate of training in the wrong discipline, could he?
Roy stepped past the young man, finding it rather amusing. At least he was certain... living at the Zoldyck Family's house, wanting to die wasn't that easy...
"Click—" The door opened, and Roy walked in first.
Wutong followed, retracting his foot, leaving behind a sentence: "Start as an intern butler."
"Yes!" Haseki Dorou clenched his fist and climbed to his feet, letting out a long breath, before entering the room.
The hallway lights cast a glow, pulling out a slanted shadow from around a corner...
At the corridor's end, a pale face peeked out, watching Haseki Dorou enter Roy's room, narrowing his dead-fish eyes...
With his disappearance, a piece of the wall was pried off, revealing the cement poured inside.
"Dance... Clear Blue Sky... Raging Sun... Fire Wheel...."
As evening arrived, Roy was the only one left in the room. Wutong had initially only booked tickets for the two of them. Now, with an extra tag-along, and worried about leaving Haseki Dorou to take care of Roy alone... he went with Wutong to get extra tickets and grab some dinner.
It was also an opportunity for Roy to add to his stats.
After finishing a set of "Sun Breathing," the young man exhaled lightly, began undressing, and suddenly, his eyes focused, turning to look outside the window. He thrust his Staff Blade forward, pointing it directly at... Illumi, who was hanging upside down outside the window.
Only a layer of the glass window separated the tip of his nose from the blade's tip... the setting sun cast its glow, and Illumi could clearly smell a killing aura!
He silently watched Roy, then hoarsely asked, "Who is he?"
"Who do you mean?"
"The person you brought into your room today."
Roy retracted the Staff Blade, casually saying, "Oh~ you mean him... Haseki Dorou."
Illumi: "Kill him!"
"Give me a reason."
"No reason."
"None of your business!" "Swipe—"
Roy promptly drew the curtains, blocking Illumi outside the window.
The setting sun's glow, the foolish Mamen Beans dangled like a spider in the air, swinging in the wind, seemingly about to shatter...