That's right, the surface texture of this wooden box has been imbued with a "Nen ability"!
[Arm Regeneration]!
Under Roy's armpit, two arms suddenly regenerated. While holding Killua, he was fiddling with the wooden box, immersing himself in this strange Nen ability called [Marking], unconsciously... the panel expanded...
Revealing a corner...
[Hint... "Unknown Nen ability" detected... [Monster Atlas] has been opened... Tracing back...]
["Targeting Grass": Grass-type "Rare Beast"]
[Level: A]
[Manifested Nen Amount: A (7.84 million/10 million) Note: Using ants as the standard... Master General C, Three Guards B, Ant King B+]
[Potential Qi Amount: S (14.25 million/100 million)]
[Innate Telekinesis: "Target Tracking": Plant grass to get grass, plant beans to get beans, Targeting Grass, as the name implies, can track direction through planted causality... the method of planting causality is not limited to parts of the tracking object's body, such as nails, blood, skin tissue, and "anything that can be shown"... it is respected as the "Guiding Angel" and a "Monument of the Tracking Realm"...
The panel's notification sound echoed, leaving Roy momentarily stunned... He cradled Killua, maintaining that wonderful family bond, continuously strengthening the causality... his consciousness sank, staring at the words "Guiding Angel" for a moment, a memory suddenly aligning with a prop from a blue cat cartoon he once watched...
[Hint... Extracting Innate Telekinesis of "Targeting Grass".....]
"Crash~" On Roy's Sea of Cognition, waves surged... Vaguely, it seemed that after the already opened "Demon Slayer Gate," "Hokage Gate," and the once-opened crack in the "Reaper Gate," another gate emerged obscurely... it shimmered with fantastical colors, marked with an emblem of a cartoon blue cat, chubby, with a bell tied around its neck, and the most conspicuous belly had a pocket sewn on it, looking ordinary at first sight, a closer inspection realized its depth was like an endless abyss...
"Nobita, Shizuka, it's Doraemon..." A distinct accent faintly emerged...
Roy came to his senses, the "Gate of Cognition" flickered for a moment, bringing him out of the Cognitive World and back to reality, immediately met with another notification sound from the panel.
[Hint... Innate Telekinesis of "Targeting Grass" extraction completed....]
["Target Tracking" has been analyzed......]
At that moment, a stream of information flowed in... Roy grasped it firmly, tucking it into his mind.
From ignorance... to understanding... to familiarity... to fluency... finally... mastery......
Roy exhaled lightly, handing Killua in his arms to Illumi who was walking over,
The arms under his ribs retracted, following which, he lowered his head to look at his own chest... strands of causal lines, either thick or thin, presenting affectionate red, or revealing dislike black, extended endlessly from his heart as the starting point...
With a thought, Roy casually flicked a line, the thickest and reddest one, tracking it to... the end pointed directly to the butler's mansion, revealing the figure of Wutong pushing a dining cart...
The young butler had already grown a beard as described in the original, becoming more composed and seasoned, his strength compared to before had reached the level of an ant's Elite Squad Leader, not far from a Master General, seeming unlikely to end up being slain like before meeting up with Sisko again...
"Glug glug..." The wheels of the dining cart rolled over the ground, emitting slight sounds...
Roy withdrew his gaze, and with a wave of his hand, let go of the causal line belonging to Wutong, directing his touch towards the no less thick, extremely eye-catching bold red line, looking up... he saw Illumi holding Killua...
The foolish Mamen Beans did not react, unlike the [Heart Monitor] which could be detected, showing that... as an [A-level] demon, the "Target Tracking" indeed stands above the [Heart Monitor] in hierarchy!
Also... how could a mere B- like himself contend against a demon whose potential even ranks at S level?
"Boom~" [Re: In the game of the deceased]... an A-level demon, the picture of the gigantic killer insect sweeping away with a tail possessing world-destroying might still lingered in his sight... Roy smiled wryly to himself, then quickly switched to another "causal line" to track...
There was his father Silva... grandfather Zeno... Wing, who always dressed neatly with gold-rimmed glasses, and his master, the old woman Biscuit, as well as Netero, Mamen Beans, and other men and women he had met, of course,
Also those revealing the "malicious black"... such as Sisko... Pariston... General Pighead... Archbishop of Thunder Benjamin, among others,
Various manifestations, whether clear or hazy, were inexhaustible,
Depicting Roy's past while allowing him to see clearly and even touch somewhat... concerning future thoughts and directions....
"Where there is light, there will be shadow... the sun will not always have a bright side; it will also... turn shady, casting shadows to reveal the filth and dirt of things..."
"Tick tock... tick tock....." Time slipped away like a fleeting moment, unknowingly flowing like water through the gaps of fingers.....
A minute... two minutes... five minutes... ten minutes... it had been nearly fifteen minutes since Maha left, the hallway noticeably shifting from initial calm to worry, to the current anxiety, gradually making people uneasy....
"What time is it?" Silva asked again.
"Master, it's been fifteen minutes since the ancestor went after them....."
"Fifteen minutes," Zeno glanced at Tsubone, frowned, and began pacing up and down the weathered corridor of the old castle....
"Wah~" At this moment, Killua burst into tears, whether from hunger or needing a change, and was taken back to the bedroom in Tsubone's arms from Illumi...
"Creak~" The door opened, then closed heavily...
Roy felt the anxiety in Silva and Zeno's hearts, and the unease in Illumi, raised his hand to touch the causal line belonging to Maha, with telekinesis surging, followed the line's end to look....
In a space storm....
A skeleton, an elephant tapir, and an old man stood with hands dropped, without fighting, surprisingly peaceful, leaving one astonished!
"I didn't expect you to catch up." The skeleton holding the elephant tapir turned its head to look at Maha, scattering a piece of creeping void turbulence with a wave.
"I didn't expect to encounter a fellow traveler here either." Maha emitted a deep purple glow all over, with a Nen Shield resisting the turmoil of the void motionlessly, also turning to look at the skeleton....
The two then... fell into silence......
As the saying goes... the inexperienced watch the fun, whereas the experts discern the subtleties... between master duels, often just a glance is enough to ascertain the counterpart's details, and "fellow travelers" as the name implies... are those who have once walked the same "road"!
What kind of road, take a look at the crimson-covered maple leaves filling the sky, the mighty river filled with corpses, nothing but themselves!
The skeleton gently stroked the elephant tapir beside him, head lowered seemingly in reminiscence, said after a while: "Yes, so... you know, seeing a fellow traveler once more, we old folks can hardly restrain excitement..."
"Can't resist sending a little gift, hope you understand....."
"Vagueness breeds unease," Maha with hands behind, said lightly: "After all about my grandson, I tracked them down, hope you could understand....."
A vast and ancient sigh passed through telekinetic speech, piercing through the turbulent void spreading....
The skeleton understood Maha's meaning, explained, "Merely the 'shedding' of a friend, seeing the little friend has a predestined chance, just handed it over on the way...."
"If he ponders over it wholeheartedly, in three to five years maybe... there will be rewards....."
"Shedding? Are you referring to... the innate telekinesis of 'Targeting Grass'?" Roy's mind moved, suddenly heard a shout: "Who's peeping?"