A small cut opened on the palm, and from the wound, a few drops of blood seeped out, cloaked in a ring of sunlight under the reflection of the morning glow....
Wutong was taken aback, staring blankly at Roy,
The young man had silver hair draped behind his head, the wound on his palm healed in the blink of an eye, and he held the blood droplet with his upturned palm, smiling as he said, "Do you remember what I told you two days ago?"
"Young master told me to prepare, to defeat Netero...."
"Exactly," Roy quietly watched as the blood droplet in his hand emitted a powerful vitality, saying softly, "I said, you go ahead and challenge Netero, leave the rest to me, so,"
Roy looked seriously at Wutong, speaking in a deep voice, "Are you ready?"
The young butler, with a newly grown beard, slightly raised eyebrows, already bore the steady and loyal yet wise demeanor depicted in the original work, took a deep breath, and smiled heartily....
"Whoever the young master asks me to fight, I will fight,"
"If the young master asks me to die, I will die,"
"Young master, you know," Wutong adjusted his glasses perched on his nose, "I don't need to prepare, I am always ready!"
The sun needs a retinue of stars, and Wutong believed he was not talented enough to be a permanent star by Roy's side, but if not a star, then a self-immolating meteor... relying on the boost of [Constraints and Oaths],
Wutong thought he could barely manage,
He fixed his gaze on the blood droplet floating above Roy's palm, glowing with a solar halo, vaguely realizing something, then looked down to meet Roy's satisfied gaze, his throat moved uncontrollably, and then he heard a "Very good."
Suddenly seeing Roy flick his finger lightly: "Go."
The blood droplet shot towards him like lightning, seizing the moment he swallowed, instantly entering his mouth, sliding smoothly down his throat, all the way into his stomach.....
'Hot... so hot....'
As the blood droplet entered his stomach, Wutong instantly felt as if he had swallowed the sun, his skin visibly reddening from the heat, even his internal organs uncontrollably starting to burn... forcing him to let out a groan, his consciousness sinking as he fell straight backward.....
[Prompt: [Initial Embrace] triggered]
[Initial Embrace target: Wutong]
[Assessment: Talent poor, requires more time for transformation]
[Expected transformation duration: seven days]
[Note: Expected transformation duration is determined by the initial embrace target's aptitude. The stronger the talent, the shorter the transformation period, and vice versa.]
"Beep...."
With Wutong falling asleep, the sound of the prompt echoed in Roy's mind,
The young man stretched out his hand, using [Magnetic Force] to control Wutong to fly smoothly onto his bed, then turned away, saying, "Great-grandfather, sorry, I finished the meal, not a drop left."
A gentle cool breeze blew through the window into the bedroom... Maha appeared by the dining table like a ghost, pulling out a chair to sit down, watching Roy's actions, his eyes flickering with the passage of time and hardship, clearly... his heart was quite unsteady.
"Maha, the butler's presence... is growing stronger!"
A voice of astonishment resounded abruptly in the old man's mind, with a nebulous sense within trying to break free... after a moment, Maha said, "No need to hide it from the child, let it come out if it wants to."
Consequently, the sense burst forth, transforming mid-air into the form of Betty Zoldyck, descending gracefully....
That face, that golden braid, along with those emerald green eyes, nearly indistinguishable from the one Roy saw on the grave in Maha's Dream Domain....
The young man settled Wutong, seeing him wrapped in a bloody cocoon like himself earlier, sleeping peacefully, then turned back, smiling slightly at the woman, and solemnly bowing, "Grandson greets great-grandmother."
The young man stood about two heads taller than Betty, and even when bowing, still appeared slightly taller than her, looking now... almost up to Silva's forehead.....
"Good child, get up quickly,"
"Maha, look, in terms of manners, Jager is no match for him."
Betty stepped forward two steps, wanting to help Roy up, but... being a strand of residual soul, she couldn't leave Maha's "sense" and "divinity" support, could only tilt her head to look at Maha, staring frustratedly.
"Is it just manners..." Maha's gaze passed over Roy, looking deeply at Wutong on the bed wrapped in a cocoon, gently patted Betty's small hand, motioning for her to sit down, then looked up at Roy, "You intend for me and your great-grandmother to not have a moment's peace today~"
"Thump~ Thump~" Wutong's strong heartbeat echoed from the large bed, just like Roy's recent advancement, initially strong, then drum-like, and finally like muffled thunder, exploding... clearly,'
He was undergoing some kind of transformation, it was obvious to the naked eye without explanation.
"All unexpected,"
"I didn't intend it."
Roy straightened up, spread his hands with a smile, seemingly addressing Maha and Betty, yet also speaking to Zeno and Silva, peering from the shadow in the second-floor bedroom....
In any case, the young man's answer was very unsatisfactory to the Zoldyck Family's third-generation patriarch.
"Hehe... again and again, cunningly trying to excuse yourself with unexpectedness, Silva... I've been recalling what Roy once told me in my dreams these past nights, do you know what it was?"
In the wide bedroom on the second floor of the Zoldyck Family's ancient castle, Killua slept soundly in the embrace of Killua... across a doorway, in the corridor, with white hair swaying, Zeno stepped from the shadow, standing shoulder to shoulder with Silva, gazing out at the morning glow, listening to the commotion below, and asked him glancing sideways.