[Condition...The host must fully analyze the logic of "objects" to virtualize them, temporarily converting them into "Nen" and bringing them into the cognitive world...]
[Note: "Anti-Conjuration" must follow the "equivalence exchange principle"... Different elements such as "mass," "structure," "property," and "complexity" of the "object" result in different amounts of "Nen" consumed for conversion...]
"Splash~" As Roy and his group left, the seawater flooded in, washing over and filling the seabed ravines....
The ruins of the church disappeared, and in the underground laboratory of Transit Hall, the corpse marked with [54-714-01], twisted into a pretzel shape, retracted its eye at the center of its forehead, and the projected image outside vanished....
Simultaneously, the TV hanging on the south wall of the volleyball room in the Hunter Association went "crackle" and lost its signal, turning into static.
Wing pushed up the glasses on his nose, let out a light breath, and inexplicably felt at ease.
It seemed that without those blood-colored eyes imprinted with three tomoe appearing before him, there was no longer any danger, only relief.
Previously, he had trained under his master just to find Roy and duel him again. Now looking at it... there's no need...
Just as a parent knows their child, a teacher knows their student... Biscuit rubbed his head, not exposing him, but turned to Netero to discuss Roy's Sharingan, researching how to counter it. The unanimous conclusion they reached was... they must face Roy directly and personally endure being cast under "genjutsu" to obtain precise answers.
"Hohoho..."
The waves of the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, the kid grows so fast, able to confront Ging. Even though the fake Ging is not as good as the real one, being able to calmly exchange several moves under his hand, even contending with him with swordsmanship and those amazing eyes, and pressing him down in a fight... Netero stood up, itching to move, raised his hand, and summoned a Buddha's Hand... suddenly grabbing a volleyball from the basket...
"Thud~ thud~ thud..." as the basketball was dribbled....
The old man smiled gently, giving Biscuit a sidelong glance: "Wanna play a game?"
The old woman rolled her eyes upward, "No time!"
Her two golden ponytails swayed, then, with another glance, she grabbed Wing and dragged him outside the door,
Having just discovered a rare gemstone in the intelligence, how could she have the time to play a childish "grab ball" game with the old man?
"Bang~" The door to the volleyball room was slammed shut.
In the blink of an eye, only Mamen Beans and Netero were left staring at each other....
"Beep... beep... beep......"
At this moment, a string of phone rings sounded,
Mamen Beans felt his pocket, took out his phone to look, "It's a call from Transit Hall."
Netero's brows furrowed as he picked up the call.
"Hello~"
"Heh heh heh... Old man, I heard the survivor who accompanied you to the Dark Continent years ago woke up?"
On answering, it wasn't Transit Hall... but a familiar yet unfamiliar voice that Netero could never forget in his life.
The old man squinted and said: "Beyond..."
Kakin Empire, capital Sponto.
At the south end of Tulip Street, next to the power center controlled by the Hui Guorou family—the King's Palace, within an opulent private estate under Beyond's name...
With towering spires and vintage window grids, complemented by a delicately maintained garden by dozens of gardeners, every sculpture exuded a noble elegance and luxurious charm...
At a large floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor, stood an "old" and a young, one holding a phone, the other holding a handkerchief. On the east wall hung a gigantic TV fixed at a frame reflecting Roy, Ging, and Razor's silhouettes....
Pariston, dressed in a finely crafted suit with yellow and white stripes, was foolishly wiping Roy's handsome face, activated by the Sharingan, through the screen.
"Roy Zoldyck, you indeed never disappoint... Splendid... I like your cold demeanor....
"Ah... wait for me... soon... I'll be able to meet you soon... hehehe....."
A restrained, low laughter echoed.... The boy folded up the handkerchief, and his face pressed closely against Roy's on the screen... By the window, the black and white chessboard previously played with Beyond had been completed, compared to before, with several pieces added, even bringing out the crucial "King" and "Queen"....
Beyond hung up the call, looked back at him, his face bearing a resemblance to Netero, yet evidently rougher, his beard curling, letting out a chuckling laugh: "As you can see, you're not the only one making progress."
"I know... I've always known... That's why I have to ruin him, have to... kill him!" The blond boy, knees together, couldn't help but stick out his tongue, tracing from Roy's jawline on the screen up to the top of his head.
Beyond gave a non-committal hum, "Alright, don't go crazy... Now your pieces are set, your Applied Techniques are complete, but if you can't handle those eyes of his....
"I'll be killed again, right?" Pariston finished Beyond's sentence, having licked the screen, glanced awkwardly, curled his lips into an enchanting smile: "It's okay, I have multiple lives, plenty of time, I... can afford to play!"
"Is that so? Look at this and then say that....." Beyond tossed over a stack of documents,
The boy reached out, grabbing it,
Pariston gazed downward... "Baldwin's Doctrine of Roast Pork Faith"....
Frowning, he asked: "What is this?"
"Can't read? Faith..." Beyond looked at the boy with profound eyes, enunciating each word: "It's also the mystery of Roast Pork's rise!"