Even helping you directly replace the Fanobi family as the ruler of this town is no problem. Didn't you see it just now? As long as we want to, this level of power is easily within reach."
Rimo's voice was calm, but every word carried a weight similar to the overwhelming pressure Bart had just felt from Nen.
To Wright Nosla, it sounded like the whisper of a devil irresistible and dangerous.
A man like Wright Nosla, who would sacrifice anything to climb higher in the underworld, was instantly tempted.
Greed flashed in his eyes, but he still retained a trace of rationality:
"So… what do we need to pay? If it's just identity and a place to stay, that shouldn't be enough."
"Oh you understand quite well." Rimo glanced at him. "Identity and residence are merely the price for sparing your lives. If you want us to act… that alone is far from sufficient."
"Then whatever you want so long as it's not our lives I can give it!" A trace of madness and determination appeared in Wright Nosla's eyes.
Today's disaster…
Could also become an opportunity.
Just like when he saved Bart years ago his entire family had been slaughtered because of that decision.
But in return, he gained everything he had today.
Opportunity always comes with risk.
If he survived this, it might be another turning point.
After all, even without these people, once the Fanobi family fully targeted him, the Nostrade family would eventually be wiped out.
If that was the case
Why not gamble?
At worst, he would lose everything.
But hadn't he already been there before?
At this moment, Wright Nosla seemed to return to that decisive moment in the past when he chose to save Bart despite knowing the consequences.
And just like then
He chose to bet again.
Seeing this, the corners of Rimo's mouth slowly curved upward.
"I want… your daughter."
…!!
The entire room froze.
Even the members of the Phantom Troupe were stunned for a moment.
Everyone looked at Rimo with strange expressions.
Machi Komacine's eyes immediately turned cold. If she hadn't sensed no malicious intent, she might have already restrained him with her Nen threads.
"Ah… this… Nion is only four years old… you… this…" Wright Nosla's thoughts completely short-circuited.
He had expected demands like loyalty, money, or control over his organization.
But this?
Looking at Rimo's appearance refined, calm, even handsome he couldn't reconcile it with such a request.
Machi didn't even bother hiding her hostility:
"Deputy head, I think you haven't woken up properly today. Want me to help you wake up?"
A thin, sharp Nen thread condensed between her fingers.
Even Chrollo Lucilfer tilted his head slightly, analyzing seriously:
"Oh… so Rimo prefers young female humans. That's worth recording."
Rimo's face darkened instantly.
"What the hell is wrong with you people?! Who said anything like that?!"
He almost exploded.
"Can't you see it?! She's a genius! Use Gyo no, use your Nen properly and take a good look! Don't just think about killing all day!"
Hearing this, the members of the troupe exchanged glances before focusing aura into their eyes, activating Gyo.
The moment they looked again
"Huh?!"
They all noticed it.
Aside from normal life energy leaking unconsciously like any ordinary human
There was a concentration of aura gathered in Nion's right hand.
It was subtle, unstable, but unmistakable.
The precursor to awakening.
In fact, from the moment Nion appeared, Rimo had already used Gyo to observe her.
And what he saw confirmed his suspicion
This was the early sign of Lovely Ghostwriter awakening.
Judging by the density and instability of the aura, it would likely manifest within a short time.
In the original timeline, the Nostrade family only survived their crisis because of this ability.
Without it, they would have been crushed long ago.
Which meant
Right now was the exact turning point.
The aura gathering in Nion's hand was the seed of her future Nen ability.
But to ordinary people like Wright Nosla, it was completely invisible.
After realizing this, the troupe members' expressions changed.
Their earlier suspicion vanished, replaced with interest and even appreciation.
A natural Nen awakening…
Even among the underworld elites or Hunters, that was extremely rare.
Rimo snorted, still annoyed:
"I've told you countless times use Nen properly when observing things! If you don't, you'll miss monsters right in front of you!"
"Hmph."
Machi turned her head away, clearly embarrassed but unwilling to admit it.
"Who knows if you had other intentions…"
Wrong, but refusing to admit it.
Chrollo, however, murmured thoughtfully:
"So it's talent you're interested in…"
"Chrollo!!"
Rimo cut him off immediately before he could continue.
After the brief chaos, Rimo stepped forward.
He extended his hand toward Neon Nostrade, who was still frightened yet curious.
At the same time, he revealed a rare, gentle smile.
"Nion… would you like to become my disciple?"
Wright Nosla didn't fully understand what Rimo meant by aura, genius, or Nen awakening.
But he understood one thing clearly
Disciple.
He had misunderstood everything.
For a moment, he even felt ashamed of his earlier thoughts.
"If you mean taking Nion as your student… then of course there's no problem. No this is her honor."
Wright Nosla quickly responded, afraid Rimo might change his mind.
Then he gently guided Nion forward.
"Come, Nion. Do you see this big brother?"
Nion followed his gaze.
When she met Rimo's gentle eyes, her small face turned slightly red.
Even as a child, she could instinctively sense kindness and appearance.
"Mm… I see him, Papa…"
"From now on, he'll be your master. Go on say hello."
Holding her small hand, Wright Nosla led her forward.
Though she didn't fully understand what "master" meant, Nion obediently spoke in a soft voice:
"Hello… Master."
That simple sentence
Instantly melted Rimo's heart.
For a moment, even someone as composed as him felt a strange warmth.
A rare, genuine emotion completely different from calculation or ambition.
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