Restriction and Oath.
It is the madness of logic in a world built on willpower.
By voluntarily binding oneself, one can unlock the impossible. The tighter the chains, the more explosive the release. From Kurapika's Judgment Chain, to Gon's world-shattering "Uncle Gon" transformation, to even Hisoka's necromantic resurrection—these are not mere techniques.
They are declarations to existence.
Yet even in this world of broken rules and broken men…
Roy's evolution defied understanding.
"Drinking water to grow stronger?"
Jeno's voice was half disbelief, half reverence.
"It goes beyond Nen… it borders on divine cheating. Honestly, if it weren't Roy, I'd think we were looking at a second Nanika."
Silva didn't respond.
Not with words. Only his pupils narrowed.
Because when Jeno said "greater talent than Killua", even Silva's heart stirred.
And then—it happened.
The surveillance screen before them began to shake.
Not physically. Not technically.
But spiritually.
Like the world itself reacting to what was about to emerge.
On the battlefield, Roy stood tall, a quiet shadow amidst fallen giants.
Uvogin lay unconscious, chest cracked.
Shizuku was out cold, slumped on a crater's edge.
Nobunaga twitched, his blade broken, will shattered.
Roy's stick-sword whispered as it slid silently back into its sheath.
The panel chimed.
[Ding~ Experience +10]
[Reminder: Host has qualified to break the limit.]
[Do you wish to break it?]
Roy's blind eyes did not blink.
He had expected this.
No—he planned for it.
In the crucible of life and death, true strength forged its edge.
"Even mani can give a trickle of experience… but those three combined?"
He smirked. "Barely enough. But just enough."
His chest beat faster—thump thump thump—like a war drum under skin.
"Do it."
The panel pulsed.
[Name: Roy Zoldyck]
[Bone Age: 17]
[Physique: 110]
[Speed: 120]
[Power: 190]
[Aura Volume: 199 → 201]
[Template: Fujitora – Unlock Progress: 40%]
[Title Unlocked: "King's Foundation"]
[Overlord's Haki Initiating in 10…9…8…]
Overlord's Haki.
Not merely strength, not mere perception or defense.
It is will made manifest.
A king's soul shouting its existence.
Not learned. Not earned.
You are born to wield it—or never touch it at all.
Roy's hands clenched his blade.
"To sit above all…
…to bleed the sky with your defiance…
That is hegemony."
His lips curled.
"Good."
"Let's see what happens… when I break every limit."
And then—
[3…2…1]
[Overlord's Haki: Awakened]
BOOOOOOM!
It was as if the sky cracked open.
From Roy's feet surged a pillar of invisible force, splitting the clouds above.
A tidal wave of raw pressure blasted out in concentric rings—crushing trees, cracking stone, and smashing every unconscious Phantom Troupe member's body into the ground.
Even those far away—observers, beasts, even birds in flight—dropped.
Dropped to the earth, spine-first, kneeling before a power they could neither see nor understand.
"Haki?"
"No… this is deeper than that."
Even the earth bent to him.
From his pores, the force poured forth—not like aura, but like instinct made weapon.
Like the rage of a sleeping god who had just opened one eye.
Roy's blind eyes glowed faintly violet.
"This… this is the beginning."
"The foundation of the king."
And as his cloak danced in the storm of pressure around him, a voice deep inside whispered:
You are not a mere assassin. Not just a Zoldyck.
You are a throne in motion.
A blind monarch of destruction.
In the control center, Jeno stood frozen.
He had seen Netero's Buddha.
But even he—
"…he's still only seventeen?"
Silva, still silent, turned slowly.
He reached forward—
And shut off the monitor.
Not out of fear.
But out of acknowledgement.
"He doesn't need to be watched anymore."
"From now on… Roy Zoldyck will be the one everyone else watches."