The panel retracts...
[Hint: There is one minute left until the game ends, countdown...]
[59...58...57...]
Roy received the reminder, knowing that his time was limited, he gestured for Riberi Garcia to take the still unconscious group of teenagers away...
The poor teenagers of Bandle City, treated as "playthings" by Edmond, certainly wouldn't be going back. Fortunately... through years of fleeing, Riberi Garcia managed to make some friends, providing a way to arrange for them. Roy left him to organize, and then looked deeply towards Bandle City, following as his consciousness was drawn away, with the countdown to zero in the game,
the person gradually faded, disappearing into the Moon Forest, and when he opened his eyes, he departed from the [Game of the Dead], left the Dark Continent, extracted by the [Demon Eye]'s tentacle to gently push him out of the air-tight chamber, returning to the familiar Hunter World.
Regrettably, Roy could no longer detect any trace of people in the massive pupil of the Demon Eye, nor hear any sounds, as if... the whispers heard upon entering and the figure resembling his grandfather Jager were mere illusions, yet... Roy knew they were real!
"Boom~" the air-tight door closed heavily.
Beside the door, yellow chrysanthemums bloomed, emitting a fragrant scent that filled the air,
Roy stood quietly in front of the closed door for a while, then crouched to pluck a petal and chewed it, tasting the bitterness that accompanied the sourness down his throat,
The young man gradually regained a sense of reality, straightened his back, took a deep breath, turned, and stepped out of the corridor, leaving the basement.
"Four hours, fifty-three minutes, and twenty-seven seconds, Master, the young master has broken his record again."
At the doorway of the corridor, the iron doors slowly opened, respectfully allowing Roy to exit the basement and disappear from view. Scarface with his one eye, as always, informed Silva of the exact time Roy completed the [game duration].
"Beep—"
The phone call disconnected,
long silver hair hung down to the waist, Silva, after dinner, rarely managed to lull Killua to sleep and feed Killua, then came alone to the training room to exercise, hearing the report, he mildly said, "I know."
With a wave of his hand, an unexpected straight punch hit the sandbag producing a slight "whoosh~" sound...
The man's fist directly pierced through the sandbag, causing the sand within to cascade out, "whoosh—"
"You looking for me?" Silva faced the training room door, speaking without turning his head.
"Squeak~" the ajar door was pushed open from the outside, revealing the young man's true appearance, with equally magnificent silver hair draped behind him, now even more radiant under the moonlight than Silva, just leaning against the door frame quietly observing Silva, without speaking.
The training room was still, occasionally a lost bird chirped "chirp—", seeming to look for its flock or call for its mother, dropping a tail feather...
Silva raised an eyebrow, withdrew his fist and turned his gaze calmly upon the young man, "Or, are you ready now?"
Mid-speech, the man stepped forward with his right foot, and the Nen on his body surged, ready at any moment,
Even without using [En], Roy could intuitively sense it, that it's the calm before the storm!
The young man's gaze extended, meeting Silva's halfway, he did not answer, but suddenly uttered a name: "Edmond Sand, do you know him?"
Silva paused: "Of course."
So it was you... Roy's eyes suddenly narrowed: "Father, did you ever do evil in the game?"
"You read the strategy I gave you?"
"I did, but not completely."
Silva nonchalantly nodded, then at Roy, with a deep look, he smiled: "So what?"
"Are you questioning me?"
"Boom!" [Ren] unleashed!
A harsh, domineering, unmatched Nen, like a raging wave, slammed towards Roy, instantly making the young man feel as if in an ocean of power, unsteady, as if a wave could capsize his small boat!
"Hmm?"
"Silva..." With white hair flowing in the wind, Zeno strolling through the garden near the ancient castle, stopped, looking sharply towards the training room, the "kill one a day, active career" printed on his chest fluttering in the wind.
Separated by a wall, in the westernmost room of the castle's first floor, a foolish Mamen Bean was facing the mirror grooming himself, reflecting equally magnificent silver hair, recently bought from a wig shop down the mountain, carefully tending to it. Suddenly, his hand trembled, scattering his hair without care... the person flickered out of the room, vanished, leaving only a door "bang" swung by the wind against the nearby wall.
"Stubborn son, resentful father, a pair of good enemies, sorrowful father and son... Ho ho, Betty, there's a show to watch..."
The wind rustled the curtains... in a dimly lit small room, an old mischievous laugh drifted over. Uncertain whether attracted by the television broadcast of "My Resentful Father" or inspired by something else... accompanied by a rising mist, a scrawny old man was unexpectedly slapped by someone, swaying slightly less in his rocking chair...
In the training room,
it has become an ocean of "Nen"!
With time intensifying, the windows trembled between "crack" starting to present "cobweb-like" fractures...
Silva quietly watched Roy,