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Maha paused slightly, his eyes, filled with the vicissitudes of life, flashed imperceptibly... his intuition told him the child wasn't joking.
"Great-grandfather doesn't believe?"
"I believe." The old man's gaze was deep, "Even gods vary in rank, from the righteous to the sinister."
As powerful as the seven righteous deities that govern realms, as mysterious as the gods of nature birthed at the dawn of life, as strange as the incomprehensible forces of disaster, and of course,
there are also those impostor deities who claim divinity after ruling a few followers.
Maha sized up Roy, pondering... the child must have encountered one of these self-proclaimed "impostors."
But, could Muzan really be called an "impostor?"
The Lord of Ghosts ruling over myriad spirits, the "Night King" whose name can stop a child from crying in the dark, with the notable exception of his inability to walk in sunlight. If in the original, he truly devoured Nezuko or found the wisteria flower, perhaps... he might indeed achieve his ambitions—
to become a genuine "perfect creature."
Roy glanced quietly at the 800 Life Energy points and nearly 300 Faith Power points lying silently on the panel, remaining silent....
After a moment, the young man said: "Perhaps."
"I am naturally not as good as great-grandfather, at least...."
Roy gently stroked the curse on his hand, pondering, "At present, I still lack the ability to remove it."
"No rush." Maha's figure flickered and he exited Roy's bedroom, heading towards his own.
The old man didn't look back as he said: "Beat your father first, then talk."
Father... what level is he at?
It was still early, Roy lay back down,
with his hands resting behind his head, recalling those illustrious achievements of Silva from the original piece... assassinating spiders, collaborating with Zeno to give Maha enough time to counter the Troupe, almost killing Kuroro in his prime, and then... during the Ant Arc, descending from the skies to punch a leopard to death—a Master General-level powerhouse, although not as strong as the Ant King Meruem or Netero, likely not much weaker than...
Pharaoh Hound, Biscuit, Nephelpito, Yupi, and Shaiapouf, with true strength appearing to be... Class B, just a line away from Class B+ Netero and Meruem.
'B, huh,' Roy murmured softly, his consciousness sinking as he glanced again at the panel, the sole B—level "Potential Qi Amount," a heart growing wildly and desperately wanting to increase points and grow stronger, could no longer be contained, the body followed the light and upon reappearing, was in the familiar bathroom with the showerhead turned on....
"Pitter-patter..." Water flowed down.....
At that moment, a foolish brother was just spacing out from his older brother's room, crouching in a pit with his eyes closed.....
A younger chubby brother lay spread-eagle, kicking off the covers, sleeping soundly....
The youngest brother still in the swaddle, cried out once, cradled in the arms of a burly man and fed milk...
Suddenly, a gust of wind arose, bringing a hint of coolness, dispelling some of the heat... Roy took a deep breath after showering under the water for nearly five minutes, building up psychological readiness, squinted slightly and said: "Let's begin."
The panel unfolded,
[Notification: "Life Energy" is emptied....]
["Constitution" +801]
[Notification: "Faith Power" is emptied....]
["Constitution" +174]
In total... 975 points... exhausted in an instant!
Suddenly a strong tearing sensation struck from the deepest part of Roy's body, making him feel as if he were being torn apart by five horses, unable to control a muffled groan, suddenly gripped the wall... "Splash~" leaving dozens of deep holes in the wall!
Pain... too painful... unprecedented pain... penetrating to the bone... "Blood Qi Horse" lifted its hooves and galloped wildly, in just one second, it instantly tore Roy apart!
"Rip~" hand severed, foot severed, head severed, neck severed... a shower of blood and tissue erupted, turning a not-so-large shower into a blood-soaked hell, driving Roy to a point where he couldn't help but scream!
"Ah——"
The young man swore he tried his best to control it... but the sound rolled out from the open mouth on its own, retrieving it was an impossibility!
"Hmm?" At this midnight, after just feeding Killua, Silva didn't clean the bottle yet, dashed out of the door, leaving behind the drowsy, half-asleep, and muddled Killua who handed off Nezuko, with clothes disheveled, chaotic in the wind....
"What's happening, Silva?"
The door opened, swaying with the wind clang... Killua hurriedly got up and chased Silva out the door, in a daze... seemingly saw another figure, with white hair fluttering, in a nightgown, urgently pursuing Silva towards the east side of the first floor... flickering, flickering again as "Dark Step" nearly sparked, a clear indicator of the other person's urgency!
"Dad? That direction... it's Roy?" The electronic eye flickered with worry, Killua hugged Nezuko close, heart clenching tightly, quickly called Tsubone, following the hurried pace out....
In an instant, the entire Zoldyck like a heavy bomb was dropped upon it, crashing, chaos erupted,
even Scarface and One-Eye, who had been guarding Jager for years, stood up, stood by the iron gate, frowning and exchanging a glance, quietly heightened their vigilance!
Forty years have passed, the two, as born members of the Zoldyck Family, were raised under Jager's watchful eye from an early age, except for the incident of Jager insisting on venturing into the Dark Continent, igniting Maha's wrath, being dragged into the courtyard for a severe beating, causing unrest throughout the Zoldyck, aside from today's events,
breaking the calm maintained ever since Jager, almost forty years of peace!
So, what exactly happened?
Scarface and One-Eye's look serious, wanting to use [En] to scout, but... the ground beneath is called the Zoldyck, the world's number one assassin family, even in their hearts, it could be referred as "the world's number one family," the Zoldyck,