[Notice: Point allocation complete]
[Name: Roy Zoldyck]
[Constitution: 1257.8 → 2232.8 (Note: an average person = 1)]
[1. Manifest Aura: C+ (90415/100000) → B- (670,000/1,000,000)
(Note: ratings use Chimera Ants as reference; Youpi: B (400,000/1,000,000))
If translated to the Naruto world, using the One-Tail—Shukaku—as reference:
Estimated chakra = 50 "Kakashi units"… the host's current nen amount ≈ "25 Kakashi units," i.e. 0.5 Shukaku]
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[2. Potential Aura: B- (1,874/1,000,000) → B (540,000/1,000,000)
(Note: using Youpi as reference; Youpi: B (400,000/1,000,000); host is above Youpi.)
If translated to the Naruto world, using the One-Tail—Shukaku—as reference:
Estimated chakra = 50 "Kakashi units"… the host's potential nen amount ≈ "100 Kakashi units," i.e. 2 Shukaku]
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[3. Nen Form Transformation: Lv3 (7845/10000) → Lv4 (12450/100000)
(Note: due to the surge in nen values, form transformation rose slightly.)
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[4. Nen Nature Transformation]
Yang: Lv4 (43515/100000) → Lv4 (47541/100000)
(Note: due to the surge in nen values, nature rose slightly.)
Yin: Lv3 (142/10000) → Lv3 (8974/10000)
(Note: thanks to the "negative emotions" gifted by Muzan, Kokushibo, Nakime, etc., the host is one step away from Lv4 and unlocking the Mangekyō Sharingan.)
Fire: Lv3 (8741/10000) → Lv4 (1540/100000)
Water: Lv3 (2487/10000) → Lv3 (3514/10000)
Wind: Lv2 (547/1000) → Lv3 (1547/10000)
Earth: Lv3 (240/10000) → Lv3 (387/10000)
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Rating: B- (above Kite; one step away from Neferpitou, Youpi, and Shaiapouf)
Evaluation: Above the line, below the peak (the host has grown from a green apple sapling into a tall apple tree heavy with fruit.)
(Based on mental feedback… the host now has the strength to challenge Silva Zoldyck.)
"Pop—" The light faded… the blood cocoon cracked… a new panel arrived with a new Roy stepping out.
Nen-light flowed over him. His once-black hair bleached out in an instant, replaced by a "silver coat," falling straight to his waist—so striking that…
Maha, Zeno, Illumi, and the others stared blankly, frozen on the spot.
He was taller—yes.
His muscle lines were sharper and clearer—yes.
His physique was perfect—add an ounce and it'd be too much, subtract an ounce and it'd be too little—yes.
But his hair… wasn't.
"Silver hair!"
No—
"Your hair…" Illumi, lurking in the shadows, stared at Roy in a daze. His mouth moved, but before he could say anything, Roy had already caught the thought.
Roy's silver hair swayed lazily as he stretched. En expanded—instantly spreading from his feet, swallowing the bedroom, the corridor, the first floor, the second floor, sweeping past Silva, past Tsubone, past Gotoh heading out the door—wrapping the entire Zoldyck castle in one breath.
The radius reached five hundred meters before finally stopping.
He lowered his head and bowed to Maha and Zeno. "Great-grandpa. Grandpa. Sorry for worrying you."
When he tilted his head down, the silver hair poured like mercury—silky, glossy in the lamplight, not a single strand of black mixed in.
Zeno—white hair flaring as always—kept his hands behind his back and glanced quietly at Maha. The old man had both hands in his pockets, staring at Roy without speaking—like he was remembering something, or sighing, or worrying.
Zeno frowned and said quietly, "Look at the curse on the back of your hand."
Roy straightened. Barefoot on the floor, he reached out, then casually snagged a pair of underwear and pulled them on.
Back exposed, he held out his hand—
The curse, shaped like a countdown clock, suddenly stopped. In less than a breath, it began reversing, ticking backward—
From 8 years 7 months 21 days 21 hours 34 minutes… back to 8 years 10 months 21 days 21 hours 34 minutes…
It showed that with Roy's huge jump in strength, his lifespan had extended by another three months.
Maha's expression didn't change. He narrowed his eyes and said heavily, "As expected… it never stopped watching you."
Was that… "thanks" to Grandpa Zigg's "blessing"?
Compared to being watched, Roy cared more about what Zigg had done on the Dark Continent—what could make That One blame him and chase him so relentlessly.
"So Grandpa means… even this change can't escape its perception?" Zeno's brow furrowed.
On Roy's hand, the curse—after rolling back three months—returned to ticking forward again.
Tick… tick…
Maha said quietly, "Hard to say."
The room fell into silence—Maha, Zeno, Roy… even Illumi.
But when the cart reaches the mountain, there's always a road.
After a moment, Roy clenched his fist—POP—crushing the air in his palm. He narrowed his eyes.
"The more it watches, the more urgent it is—meaning it still can't bring its true body across Lake Mobius and descend on Batro."
"But its believers can," Zeno replied, hands behind his back, killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Those lunatics in the True Faith… and you…"
He shot Roy a sidelong look. "You're already on their 'heretic' list."
What was a "heretic"? A traitor to the faith. A nonbeliever. Someone singled out and rejected by the god… all heretics.
Roy thought of Guzman—the one who never stayed dead, always slipping away with the Substitute Doll.
He thought of the couple he'd once watched in Meteor City.
He thought of that "fruit farmer" Zeno mentioned—someone who, as an archbishop, had infiltrated the True Church from within…
Enough to warrant real caution.
"Then we kill them all," Illumi said flatly, finally snapping out of his stunned state.
Cradling the God Spear Wood Nail, he watched Roy's silver hair spill down like a waterfall and spoke with eerie calm.
Roy chuckled and nodded. "Then we kill them all."
If they reach out, cut the hand. If they kick, break the leg.
Roy lifted his chin and looked through the window: night, the moon sliding west, the sun still hidden below the horizon—ready to rise.
"One day, I'll stand in front of it and ask it myself—blade in hand."
En retracted. Nen surged back into Roy.
This round of point allocation broke his body's "ceiling" again—he'd grown another five centimeters, and now stood taller than everyone in the room.
Maha listened in silence, watching. Then, as if Roy's swagger stirred his thoughts, he heard Betty say softly:
"Maha… the child really is like Zigg."
Maha's foot moved. He vanished out the door and left.
"You're grown now. You've got your own will. This old man will just watch…"
"Watch until the day you stand before It."
The curtains fluttered.
Maha was gone.
Roy answered softly, "Yes."
Then his shoulder warmed—Zeno, looking satisfied, had stepped close and patted him.
The old man said nothing, yet somehow said everything. One last pat—then he melted into the shadows, following Maha away.
DONG— It was exactly 4 a.m. After all that chaos, the clock in the corner struck the hour again.
Roy watched Zeno go, tracking his footsteps with a single glance. Then he looked at Illumi—remembering how the boy had gone feral, pouring out killing intent earlier.
"Go back to sleep," Roy said gently.
Illumi stared at him, didn't move at first, then asked, "How strong are you now?"
Roy felt the endless nen cycling through him… bones that could be pulled into swords at will… blood-vitality so thick it pulsed with raw life… organs humming with power, even able to "backup"…
He shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe…"
He looked out at Kukuroo Mountain, coiled on the earth like a sleeping dragon, inhaled, and said, "We'll have to test it."
He stepped—
Light. Then—
He appeared in the corridor outside and started his morning run.
I don't know… I can have a day where I don't know? Illumi thought.
His vision blurred. Roy was already far away.
Illumi lowered his eyes, leaned against the wall, silent for a moment—then turned and chased after him.
Tap… tap… Two figures—one tall, one shorter; one silver-haired, one black-haired; one broad, one lean—cut through the corridor, past the dim yellow room, past Zeno massaging Maha's shoulders, and out through the castle gates…
Up on the second floor, in the master bedroom before the massive circular window—
A silver-haired man, no less striking than Roy, held Killua—whose forehead already showed faint silver fuzz. Looking down, Silva watched Roy and Illumi burst from the castle and race toward the mountain's foot.
In those hawk-sharp eyes, beneath the sternness, a fierce expectation ignited.
Grandpa said he'd watch.
Silva wanted to watch too.
Soon—
Roy dragged Illumi down the stone path, wind screaming in their ears, the scent of earth and damp greenery rushing into their noses. One in front, one behind—like two bolts of lightning.
Ahead, they could already see Kalluto—one hand on a cane, waiting at the end of the mountain road as usual.
The speed spiked. Roy didn't slow at all—he flashed past her shoulder, the gust from his passing whipping her golden ponytail upward. Then Illumi—using Shadow Step—slashed past her too.
"Y-young master?" Kalluto froze.
Roy's dazzling white hair—caught by moonlight—shone like a blade. She could barely catch a familiar "feel" from his back. The cane slipped from her hand—
CLANG—rolling away, smearing in dew-wet mud.
"Silver hair… why did young master turn silver too?" Kalluto wasn't the only one stunned—Mike, and even the gatekeeper Zebro were stunned too.
The bald middle-aged man saw Roy and Illumi storming down. He was about to drop his hair and bow, calling "Master—" but—
The "Mas—" died in his throat.
Sweet heavens… what was he seeing?
Young Silva?
No—did the eldest young master dye his hair?
No—worse—how did he get so tall?!
Just yesterday morning they'd exchanged greetings. Not even one full night had passed, and he'd changed again like a different person.
Zebro's thoughts tangled into knots. He stood at the gate, even though it was already hot season, feeling like he'd been frozen in midwinter—stiff with "cold."
CREEEAK— Past the mountain road was the gate.
Roy reached the Testing Gate first. He looked up at the seven massive doors, thick with history, scarred with age. Illumi arrived behind him and placed a palm on the gate.
Then Illumi's voice—genuinely surprised—came from behind.
"You don't use both hands?"
"Did Father?" Roy asked.
"No."
"Then why should I?"
A student doesn't have to be worse than the teacher; a teacher doesn't have to be better than the student.
Roy turned and smiled at Illumi. "You have to dare to imagine, Illumi. Only if you dare to imagine do you have a chance to become stronger."
That was nen's core—
I think it, so it becomes.
Roy didn't wait for Illumi's stunned silence. Power surged into his arm, and he barked:
"Open!"
RUMBLE—
One door… two… three…
Five… six…
Until—
Seven.
All seven doors—256 tons—swung open.
Nearby, Zebro's mouth hung open. His legs gave out and he sat down hard on the ground.
"It opened… Roy-sama opened the Testing Gate… Roy-sama opened the Testing Gate…"
A distant shout rode the mountain wind.
Up on the second floor, the one watching them couldn't help it.
Silva grinned—wide.
"Ha… hahahaha—!" His eyes blazed. He laughed loud enough to shake the house.
Downstairs, Zeno—still kneading Maha's back—cast a look through layers of walls, then sighed:
"Grandpa, you heard that too. I bet even Silva didn't expect it would come this fast."
"You expected it?" Maha asked.
"I didn't," Zeno admitted honestly. "Not this fast… and I didn't expect Roy to break his bloodline's limits and awaken atavism on his own. That's really something…"
CREEAK… Maha watched his cartoon, rocking his chair in silence.
Unexpected?
He'd killed a god, taken its divinity, inherited its faith—of course this "fortune" followed.
Maha remembered how the kid had half-joked earlier: "I just killed a god."
So it wasn't nonsense. Not a fake god either—this had been a true god, worshiped, revered, treated as a totem.
Not something to belittle. Not something to sneer at. Not something to doubt.
"You didn't expect it because you're weak," Maha said, shifting his back so Zeno could reach lower, humming comfortably. "Atavism isn't enough. Didn't you hear him? He wants to raise a blade and question a god—stand above a god."
"So…"
"Silver hair won't be his endpoint."
Zeno fell silent.
He looked into the night, his gaze flying over Kukuroo Mountain to the foot below, where the Testing Gate now stood fully open.
At its center stood Roy—wrapped in a gauzy cloak of moonlight.
For the first time in his life, Zeno felt something close to envy.
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