When people die, some Nen vanish completely, but those with an especially strong will can give rise to powerful Post-Mortem Nen.
Such Nen can even bring the person back to life.
For example... Hisoka.
In the future, during his battle with Chrollo at Heavens Arena, he was trapped in the center of the stage and died of asphyxiation from the explosion.
However, due to the powerful Post-Mortem Nen generated after his death, he was resurrected.
He even used his Nen ability to restore the appearance of his mutilated body and restrained Machi, who came to treat him.
Then, in the bathroom, he killed the Phantom Troupe members, Shalnark and Kortopi, earning himself the title of toilet war god in one battle.
So, there are indeed several ways for someone to resurrect themselves.
Risnorth's method, however, relied on using On to bring his child back to life.
As for On, Jed had the most say in this power.
After being killed by Netero, decades later, the descendants of the new Shadow organization returned to the battlefield where Jed had died.
By stimulating On, they resurrected Jed.
And within a short time, he grew from an infant to the peak of youth!
That alone proved how extraordinary On was.
But that applied only to Jed.
No one in this world understood On better than him.
Only someone who had refined it to the utmost could achieve such a return.
For anyone else, it was impossible.
Not to mention Risnorth's son, whose death was utterly gruesome.
In both Hisoka's and Camilla's cases, resurrection was possible largely because their bodies were relatively intact.
Risnorth's son, whose head and body had been severed apart, was far beyond saving.
Failure was, naturally, to be expected.
"But I can't accept it!!"
Risnorth's eyes were bloodshot as he roared: "I clearly saw hope! I was so close to success, and now you're telling me it's failed?! How am I supposed to accept that?!!"
There's nothing more painful in this world than losing hope, being shown a glimmer of it again, only to be plunged into despair once more.
That drop from heaven to hell is enough to drive anyone mad.
"Can't accept it...?"
After listening to Risnorth's outburst, Luke's expression remained calm.
"Those children, you captured them and did those things to them for this purpose, didn't you?"
"Yes, exactly!!"
Risnorth stared into Luke's eyes, his lips twisting into a malicious grin.
"Everything I did was to bring my son back to life!"
"Those children should feel honored that they could serve such a purpose!! They should even thank me!!"
This guy is beyond saving.
Luke saw this and simply shook his head. "Hopeless."
"Hopeless? Do I need saving from you?!"
Risnorth sneered. "My heart already died with Palias the day he died… and now you show up, what are you trying to be, be some hero of justice that comes to vanquish evil?!!"
"Hero of justice? That makes it sound like I'm in a drama."
Luke said lightly, recalling memories of filming Battle of the Beasts.
As expected, there's always a huge difference between reality and filming a movie.
"I just wanted to verify whether you were the one who sent people to Meteor City and abducted the children there..."
Luke said this, then slowly stood up. "Now it seems that's completely unnecessary."
"Meteor City?"
At this, Risnorth seemed to react.
"Meteor City's strengthened defenses were your doing, right?"
A flicker of realization crossed his eyes. "And what slogans were you shouting about?"
"I never thought a place as shabby as Meteor City could produce talent!"
At this, Risnorth's eyes flashed with disdain.
But this wasn't directed at Meteor City or Luke, but at the tall secretary who had reported to him earlier: "You still say there's absolutely no leaks. I already know that idiot is a complete jeopardizer."
"I was planning to give him a good beating later, but now it seems..."
He curled his lips: "There's no chance."
Judging by the skill and strength of the man from Meteor City standing in front of him, Risnorth estimated there was absolutely no possibility of escape.
Even though his bodyguards might still be outside, Risnorth believed that if he dared open his mouth and call for outside help, before his voice could even reach anyone, his head would already have been twisted off.
"It looks like my time ends here today."
Risnorth said this, and for the first time, an expression of relief crossed his face.
"I can finally let everything go and go find Palias!!"
"However..."
He glanced around his office and suddenly laughed.
Risnorth finally looked at Luke: "Even if I never see the sun tomorrow..."
"Nobody can judge me!!!!"
He uttered these last words with all his might, his chest heaving as he roared out in anger.
And then, completely ignoring Luke, who was right there, he spun around and slammed himself into the French window behind him.
Crack!!
The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the room.
Risnorth, with all his might, smashed through the French window of his room.
His entire body was hurled high into the sky outside.
"Wait, Palias, daddy's coming!"
High in the air, Risnorth could clearly feel his center of gravity plummeting. A relieved smile spread across his face.
"Don't be afraid, we'll meet soon. Daddy's coming for you!"
There was even a glint of longing in his eyes.
Whoosh!
He began to descend rapidly. It was as if the ground he was jumping toward was not concrete, but a heavenly passage leading to Palias's world.
Lost in his own reverie, Risnorth was about to slowly close his eyes.
But at that moment…
Swish!!
A barely perceptible, entwined friction descended from the sky, instantly engulfing Risnorth's entire body!
"You're not allowed to die simply because you want to."
Inside the room, Luke watched the broken window and the fierce wind blowing in, whistling harshly.
"You kidnapped the kid from Meteor City and brought them here, committing so many evil deeds, and now you think your own death will put an end to it all."
"Nothing in this world is that easy."
Luke said, then looked towards the doorway, where Machi had already slipped in.
"Pull him up."
Whoosh!!
As Luke finished speaking, Machi casually moved her wrist and fingers.
The tangled threads tugged, forcibly pulling Risnorth, who was bound outside the window, toward them.
High in the air, Risnorth's eyes widened as he struggled desperately.
"Hmmm!!!"
His body shook violently as he tried to break free from the threads' grip.
But unfortunately, these threads, conjured by Machi's Nen ability, were beyond the reach of a mere mortal like him.
He had no way out; he could only watch helplessly as Machi toyed with him and pulled him back.
And at that moment, his life, after the glass outside had shattered and under the glare of the brighter neon lights, would become completely bleak.
Machi's studies in the Kirimori Valley had been personally taught by Miss Renko.
Miss Renko was very skilled in embalming and repairing corpses; she naturally had expertise in sewing with thread.
Because Machi's Nen type fit particularly well, she learned this ability.
She turned her aura into threads and developed the Nen Stitches ability.
It can stitch injured flesh and perfectly reconnect blood vessels, bone, muscle, and nerves while allowing immediate movement.
This is used for healing.
But when used for killing, it becomes the sharpest blade.
She transforms her aura into thin threads to strangle or otherwise attack enemies.
Aura thread can be used to suture wounds for healing, fix dislocated joints, form loops to bind enemies, and bind them.
This makes it particularly easy to capture enemies alive, and can also be used to attach needles and thread to the bodies of enemies for tracking purposes.
It can be said that using aura threads as a foundation, one can heal, kill, bind, track...
There are many practical uses.
The strength of Machi's threads is inversely proportional to their length; the longer the thread, the easier it breaks.
But against an ordinary man like Risnorth, no matter how long the thread is, he would find it very hard to break free.
"Although with the Truth Sticker, he can only speak the truth."
Luke looked at Risnorth, who was hanging in the air, struggling stubbornly.
"But I think handing him over to Feitan is the best option."
"Let him experience for himself the pain and despair he has brought to those children."
Machi nodded, then she looked towards the door behind her.
"I have no objection."
At the door, Feitan leaned against the doorframe, wiping his palms. "I guarantee I'll get him to spit out even the things about wetting his bed as a child."
Feitan's eyes were full of predatory eagerness.
"It just so happens that I've come up with some new torture methods, and I have some ideas and insights."
Risnorth sensed the overflowing malice and the bone-chilling bloodlust.
He couldn't help but struggle even harder.
He anticipated his own tragic end.
Risnorth wasn't afraid of death; he'd even known such a day would come.
But... not fearing death doesn't mean not fearing torture.
Even choosing to commit suicide could be seen as a kind of cowardice.
He was terrified of pain, of cruel torture and suffering.
And the group in front of him, from Meteor City, was clearly very skilled in such methods!!
"Where's my guard?!"
Risnorth struggled, his mind racing with these thoughts.
At this point, he wanted to yell for the guards to come over.
That way, amidst the chaos, he could have another chance to commit suicide.
"I clearly shouted just now, why, why haven't they come yet?!"
Risnorth was completely baffled.
Mainly because his mouth was entangled by the aura threads.
He mumbled, unable to utter a single sound.
But logically, the guards outside should have heard his shout, right?!!
Yeah, they did.
But... they were never coming.
"I thought they would be tougher than this."
In the corridor outside the room.
The guards, who were supposed to respond immediately, now lay weakly on the ground.
Uvogin, standing in the middle of the group, waved his hand dismissively.
"For guards employed by a tycoon like this, I thought they would be stronger. But it turns out..."
Uvogin fumed, somewhat bored. "They are not even as good as those fighters in the Heavens Arena who have won a few games."
"If they really had that kind of ability..."
Nobunaga saw it clearly. "They wouldn't be here, serving as guards for others."
He sheathed his katana back at his waist. "They would be at Heavens Arena, making a name for themselves instead."
"There, they could earn both fame and money, and they would not have to live without dignity, working this hard for someone else."
"And this is even more dangerous than fighting in Heavens Arena. Especially for a magnate like Risnorth, who had already been attacked once before, doing this kind of work for him was a high-risk job."
"... You have a point."
Uvogin thought about it, agreed, and smacked his lips, saying no more.
"What is Heavens Arena?"
Franklin asked curiously. "A place where you can fight legitimately and make money."
Phinks walked over and explained while casually throwing the captured target to the ground.
"Is there such a place?"
Franklin was slightly surprised.
"Well, yeah..."
Nobunaga scratched his head. "Makes sense, doesn't it? For some people, Heavens Arena is the perfect place to be."
Franklin: "..."
If that's the case, then he really should check it out someday.
The four of them chatted casually, as if no one else was there.
There really wasn't anything left for them to do; the guards at their feet had all been taken down.
To be honest, this level of security didn't pose any real challenge to them at all.
Especially since there were four of them here, plus Feitan, who was already inside preparing to conduct the interrogation.
With the five of them in action, hardly anyone could stand against them.
The tall man Phinks had dragged over, curled up on the ground, trembling.
He couldn't understand. He had just been working quietly in the office building when suddenly a group of people stormed in.
And they seemed to know this place extremely well; it didn't take them long to locate their target with precision.
But the worst part was…
Those guards who had noticed something wrong and rushed in immediately, those elite guards Risnorth had always been so proud of, were utterly useless against these mysterious intruders.
They were as fragile as cardboard and were knocked down in seconds.