"Crack!"
A crisp sound, like a slot disengaging.
The pharmaceutical table, which had been in a materialized state with its pan spinning rapidly, came to a halt.
At the same time, with the sound, a potion tube stored in the base popped out a section.
With a thud, Kevin, who had been forced to stand by, plopped down onto the ground.
"Whew!"
He was panting madly.
"This is even more tiring than training with Yun Gu."
Kevin said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. In that hour, his entire body was drenched.
During the pharmaceutical process, his aura was continuously being consumed. He didn't feel much at first, but later, when his stamina and aura gradually became insufficient, it kept drawing from him.
This was different from the fatigue of battle; it was a sense of loss, one he could feel very directly just by sitting still.
The physical sensation was much more uncomfortable than battle.
He struggled to get up; he had to pull out the potion first, otherwise, if that thing remained outside, it would keep consuming his aura.
After the potion was pulled out, the pharmaceutical table immediately disappeared.
Kevin sat on a nearby chair, slumped, weakly shaking the potion in his hand.
Through the transparent potion bottle, he could clearly see the orange-red liquid sloshing inside, like molten iron.
"Anyway, after training, I can finally create the theoretical potion."
That's right, although the formula for this potion was etched in his mind, he had never seen a finished product in his memory.
Because this Nen Ability had a restriction.
To put it simply, when pharmaceutical production began, the output power depended on Kevin's manifest aura, and he would continuously enter a state of "Zetsu."
The greater Kevin's manifest aura, the greater the output power, the less time it took, and the shorter the duration of his "Zetsu" state.
The total "electricity" consumed during the pharmaceutical process represented his potential aura. What would happen if the conditions weren't met?
That's right, there would be a "power outage."
The entire pharmaceutical process would stop, and everything previously spent would go to waste, a complete failure.
What was mainly wasted was actually the materials, because more advanced materials could produce more powerful potions, and more powerful potions likely required sufficient potential aura.
Therefore, the stronger one was, the more precious the materials consumed after failure might be.
This could only be judged by experience.
Previously, Kevin had stopped his experiments after failing, understanding this process.
Now, with more knowledge to support him, he understood his ability more clearly.
Kevin looked at the potion in his hand.
"Let's just call it the Strength Potion."
All potions produced only lasted for fifteen minutes, whether they were poisons or various beneficial potions.
"So that's why it's called 'One Moment's Dream'? How fitting."
He put the potion away, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed.
He lay with his eyes open in the darkness. Although his body was tired, he didn't want to fall asleep.
"So, what about my own Nen Ability?"
He couldn't help but ask himself.
To be honest, as an Enhancement type, he couldn't think of any fancy Nen Abilities, nor would such abilities suit him.
As the type with the strongest offensive capabilities, simple and direct was the best approach.
"Construct it based on your initial thoughts, based on your most fundamental ideas."
Bisky's words involuntarily came to his mind.
But the question was, how to achieve it?
His initial thought was undoubtedly to make his Nen Ability capable of cooperating with A Moment of Dream, with his powerful aura manipulation, and with the 80% efficiency of his other types besides his main one.
But he also had to consider a necessary cost—the terrible learning ability of his body.
He clearly didn't have any physical incoordination, his brain was very flexible, and his learning of knowledge was top-notch.
But only his body's learning ability was very poor. And as an Enhancement type, the Nen Ability he constructed would either enhance objects or enhance a certain trait of his own.
Enhance A Moment of Dream?
As soon as this thought arose, he immediately rejected it.
That would be of limited benefit to him and would make his powerful frontal offensive capability mediocre.
Not to mention that his fluid aura manipulation and the 80% efficiency of his other types wouldn't be involved.
And to be honest, the more he understood Nen Ability, the less powerful A Moment of Dream was than he imagined; it had many restrictions.
This was a definite auxiliary Nen Ability.
He was very greedy, wanting to have his cake and eat it too.
His own Nen Ability must be a connector, linking these three abilities on him that could be called talents.
Only by making all his talents complementary could he become powerful.
How to do it?
Sleepiness gradually crept in.
...
The next day.
In the spectator area of B Arena on the 145th floor of Sky Arena.
Kevin bought a ticket and, as a member of the audience, watched the battle below.
He heard that today's battle was very popular, featuring a very talked-about contestant. He had barely managed to get a ticket yesterday.
To be honest, he was quite looking forward to it.
After all, in his previous world, he had never truly watched any competitive fighting, let alone competitive fighting where death could occur, like now.
The entire spectator area was packed.
The host shouted passionately.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The eagerly awaited showdown is about to begin!
Let us first welcome the contestants!"
Cheers erupted from everyone in the stands, shouting the titles of the two fighters.
One of the titles had more fans, almost accounting for 80% of the viewers, and many of them were women.
Although he hadn't checked the statistics, based on visual judgment, most of the audience in Sky Arena were male.
It seemed this was the talked-about contestant of this battle.
"Let us first welcome, at only sixteen years old, the new star from Hengwu Dojo, 'Torrent'—Augu Cheng!"
Cheers erupted in the stands, but the enthusiasm wasn't high, a bit like polite applause.
A young man, wearing a sky-blue martial arts uniform, walked out.
Hmm, very young, looks like he should be good at using his legs for attacks.
Kevin analyzed from the stands.
"And his opponent is, at only six years old, having reached the 140th floor in 2 months, the young assassin from the famous Zoldyck Family, 'White Cat'—Killua Zoldyck!!"
Before he even arrived, thunderous shouts and a large number of screams erupted from the stands.
Kevin couldn't help but rub his ears, but what surprised him even more was the age the host had just mentioned.
Six years old!
Is this right?
Amidst his confusion, a young boy walked out.
A truly adorable face, a messy head of white hair, a look of displeasure on his face, seemingly gritting his teeth and shouting something at the stands.
In Kevin's eyes, this child was just an ordinary person—no, he couldn't be called an ordinary person, but he was definitely not a Nen User.
He's not a Nen User?
This surprised Kevin even more.
He had to discard his past way of thinking and view this world from a new perspective.
"What White Cat! It should at least be White Wolf! Or even a Leopard!"
Killua was very displeased; this title really didn't suit his demeanor at all, sounding like a pet.
When he jumped onto the ring, his opponent had already taken his stance and was waiting for him, without a trace of contempt on his face.