Chapter 314: Why Does the Buddha Howl in Anger X Facing the God
As the words fell, Roy and Silva exchanged another glance and smiled at each other.
Illumi: "..."
His gaze shifted back and forth between Roy and Silva, only waiting for the two to resume their steps, supporting each other as they walked toward the ancient castle.
The boy's smooth black hair swayed in the wind. Lowering his eyelids slightly, he silently followed behind...
Approaching noon, the sunlight was at its peak, penetrating the lush mountain forest and casting numerous spots of light upon the father and his two sons, stretching their shadows long into the distance.
After a few minutes, feeling the dried-up Nen aura in his body recover slightly after a brief rest, Roy spoke warmly to Silva, "Father, let me walk on my own."
Silva remained silent, merely supporting Roy's back and continuing to carry him. After a long while, he said, "There won't be many opportunities for me to carry you."
Roy froze slightly. Recalling the events of the past and seeing a resolute and cherishing touch of gold naturally escaping from the Nen aura atop Silva's head, he smiled warmly and said, "Alright."
He quietly rested on Silva's back...
Tap... tap... The trio walked, their footsteps leaving shallow prints on the tree-lined path.
Walking beside them, Illumi looked at Silva with envy. Opening his mouth, he said, "How about I do it?"
"Father, you should rest. Let me carry Nii-san~"
Silva cast a faint sidelong glance at him. Illumi immediately shut his mouth, keeping his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, looking only at the road ahead and speaking no more.
Roy found it amusing but didn't say much. Immersing his consciousness, he took a quick glance at his panel. Invisibly, this battle had provided him with quite a lot of experience points...
Name: Roy Zoldyck
Physique: 3070.9 → 3071.9 (Note: An ordinary person is 1; Sun Breathing provides a daily base increase of 1 point)
1. Manifested Aura Volume: B (380k / 1 Million) (Note: Rating uses Chimera Ants as a reference. Reference Menthuthuyoupi: B (400k / 1 Million))
Translated to the Naruto world, referencing the One-Tail—Shukaku of the Sand, the chakra volume is approximately: 50 Kakashis... The host's current aura volume is about "40 Kakashis", which is 0.8 Shukakus.
2. Potential Aura Volume: B (990k / 1 Million) (Note: If Menthuthuyoupi is the reference: B (400k / 1 Million), it is still above Youpi, infinitely close to the Ant King)
Translated to the Naruto world, referencing the One-Tail—Shukaku of the Sand, the chakra volume is approximately: 50 Kakashis... The host's potential aura volume is about "200 Kakashis", which is 4 Shukakus.
3. Nen Ability Form Transformation: lv4 (70k / 100k) → lv4 (80k / 100k) (Note: Experience +10k)
4. Nen Ability Nature Transformation:
Yang: lv4 (78k / 100k) → lv4 (88k / 100k) (Note: Experience +10k)
Yin: lv5 (470 / 1 Million) → lv5 (20k / 1 Million) (Note: Mangekyo Sharingan awakening is complete and awaiting development. Still short 980k experience for the host to reach LV6, enter the next stage, and unlock the "Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan")
Fire: lv4 (21k / 100k) → lv4 (35k / 100k) (Note: Experience +10k)
Water: lv4 (5k / 100k) → lv4 (15k / 100k) (Note: Experience +10k)
Wind: lv3 (8741 / 10k) → lv4 (9k / 100k) (Note: Experience +10k)
Earth: lv3 (6415 / 10k) → lv3 (9574 / 10k) (Note: Experience +3159)
Rating: B (Slightly superior to Silva, not in the least inferior to Neferpitou, Menthuthuyoupi, Shaiapouf, etc.)
Evaluation: Top-tier frontline, just below the absolute peak. (The host has stepped one foot into the ranks of the strong. Unless encountering a B-rank or above, your life is secure.)
Roy cast a focused glance at the evaluation. The so-called "life is secure"—even now, having solidly reached the level of Neferpitou, Shaiapouf, and Youpi—still felt somewhat ironic, even... absurd.
Tick tock~ tick tock... The curse branded on the back of his left hand continued to count down his life like a ticking clock. Even though he had made significant progress recently and delayed it by some time, but... in the face of that unknown entity, his B-rank strength was clearly still not enough to look at, let alone banishing His gaze, or... dreaming of holding a blade and standing before Him.
The young man's joy from winning vanished in an instant. Sensing something, Silva shifted his gaze backward, glanced at him, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"What does 'nothing' mean?" Prompted by Silva's words, Illumi also noticed that Roy's complexion was slightly off. It wasn't caused by weakness, but rather... by an overly heavy burden on his heart. The boy leaned his cat-like face close to Roy, staring at him with those hollow eyes, studying him carefully, and said: "Why are you sighing?"
"I didn't."
"You did, in your heart."
Roy: "..."
Amidst the silence, he forced a smile and said: "Alright,"
"I just feel that I am truly still too weak."
Silva X Illumi: "..."
With a twitch of the corner of his mouth, Roy instantly felt the support beneath him vanish, as he was directly tossed onto the mountain path.
"Walk on your own." Before the boy could recover his senses, he took another look at Silva. The man, his beautiful silver hair draped over his back, spoke without even turning his head. In a flash, utilizing Shadow Step, he disappeared into the dense forest like a ghost...
A leisurely mountain breeze blew, stretching the distance between father and son further and further apart.
Roy tilted his head and asked Illumi: "What is he angry about?"
Illumi glared back at him coldly, turned around, and walked away. "Because, you went too far."
Following that, chasing after Silva's footsteps and utilizing Shadow Step, he disappeared from Roy's sight in a few bounding leaps.
"Ho ho ho... It is a good thing for young people to be humble, but being too humble makes you unlikable..." In the dense forest beside the clear pool, a sleeve fluttered with the wind. Slowly, a figure appeared in front of Roy, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, watching Silva and Illumi speed toward the mountain peak. He cast a casual glance at Roy.
Roy's expression turned serious, quickly returning to normal as he frankly shrugged his shoulders: "I was merely telling the truth."
Netero gave a soft "mm" and stroked his beard: "However, sometimes the truth hurts far more than lies."
"What is strange is,"
"You are different now, Roy..." The strongest human in the current world looked at the boy earnestly and said: "Your slash was astonishing!"
A slash as dazzling as the sun, surprisingly capable of unleashing a power not inferior to the [Poor Man's Rose]. Netero had to admit that just now in the dream, the moment the boy revealed that blade, his heart—which had been tempered over years and long remained as unrippled as an ancient well—showed its first sense of... danger!
This was something no one had ever brought him in all the years since his trip to the Dark Continent, except... Maha!
"It's not enough," Roy's deep, clear eyes looked earnestly at Netero: "At least, you could catch it, couldn't you?"
Netero's old eyes narrowed. Resting his hands on his hips, he laughed out loud: "What, Silva alone wasn't enough, you're targeting this old man now?"
The young man's gaze and fighting spirit did not seem faked. Netero appreciated such youths, just as he had initially appreciated Ging—equally high-spirited, equally ambitious. The difference was... that child Ging always liked to take roundabout paths, playing games of pursuit and adventure, which was far less direct than... Roy. After all, one was a "Ruins Hunter" who loved exploration, and the other was an arrogant "God-slaying Hunter". It was only reasonable that there were some differences.
However, what Netero hadn't expected was that, even with nearly a century of experience, he had still underestimated the boy's ambition...
Roy, with his beautiful silver hair draped over his back, its tips extending and overflowing with a glazed golden light, neither admitted nor denied it. He stated frankly: "I told someone that I would set an example for him first. If I can win, then... naturally, he can too!"
Netero's smile receded as he narrowed his eyes and asked: "Who do you want to win against? And who are you setting an example for?"
Roy straightened his back, meeting Netero's gaze fearlessly: "Naturally, to win against you, and set an example for Gotoh!"
Winning against him... Netero had expected that, but setting an example for Gotoh... The old man's mouth twitched fiercely as he let out a wry smile... The boy truly didn't hold him in much regard...
Netero flicked his large sleeve, his loose martial arts uniform swaying in the wind. Looking calmly at Roy, he asked: "How long do you need? And how long does he need?"
"One year," Roy gently stroked the back of his left hand, feeling the curse like a thorn in his back, and said leisurely: "As you know, I am pressed for time. As for Gotoh,"
"His affairs, he will decide himself."
Midway up the mountain, in the butler's villa, the blood cocoon moved slightly, faintly thinning by another fraction...
Netero looked at Roy quietly, as if trying to look deep into his heart. After a moment, he said: "Good, this old man will be waiting for you."
He then rode the wind away, floating ethereally after Silva toward the mountain peak, vanishing from Roy's sight in a flash.
Tap... tap... The topknot on the old man's head faintly disappeared into the sunlight. Not long after his departure, Roy cast a glance over his shoulder...
In that tranquil clear pool, ripples rippled. With a splash, Zeno, sporting a head of white hair and clutching a fat fish, broke through the lake's surface. With a soaring leap, he landed gracefully beside him...
"Your great-grandfather just specifically asked to eat fish." The "One Kill a Day, Active for Life" on his chest was soaking wet, looking exceptionally ferocious...
Zeno, holding the fish, watched Netero disappear into the wind and said indifferently: "You shouldn't be so arrogant."
Roy remained silent, merely recalling Maha's teachings: [Gods] and [Believers] achieve each other. Just as the superstructure cannot be detached from the economic base, the quality of believers similarly dictates the maximum height he could aspire to or reach in the future!
In other words—
"I don't have a choice." Roy reached out to pinch a green leaf drifting down with the wind. Looking at its veins, thread by thread like lines of karma connecting to the other side, he said leisurely: "This is also a demand Great-grandfather made of me."
Zeno: "..."
Amidst the silence, he slowly shook his head.
"I believe you can do it in the future, but Gotoh,"
"I apologize, Grandfather truly cannot picture any such scene."
A person can lie, but they cannot act against their heart... Zeno, holding the fish, brushed past Roy's shoulder: "Let's go."
Following that, employing "Shadow Step", he chased after Netero's back out of the mountain forest, sprinting toward the ancient castle at the mountain peak...
In a flash, within the lush, dense forest, only the young boy remained alone. With his back to the shimmering clear pool, he silently restored his Nen aura. Once his complexion had slightly regained its color, Roy stepped forward, his body instantly transforming into light. Journeying along the sunlight and chasing Zeno's back, he fled toward the mountain peak. In less than a few breaths, he returned to the ancient castle, slowly revealing his figure in the corridor steeped in mottled time...
"Young Master... Young Master..." Various butlers, maids, and gardeners bowed respectfully upon seeing him. After this battle, Roy could clearly detect a trace of deep awe from them, something that had never existed before... Understanding this in his heart, Roy merely gave a faint "mm" and paced toward his own bedroom.
Tap... tap... His footsteps echoed in the ancient castle rich with history, quietly followed by numerous gazes. The young man's tall back had already grown into the appearance of an adult, looking as if he would soon rival Silva. Passing by the garden, he paused his steps, tilted his head, and cast a glance out the window...
Under a massive, luxurious parasol, Kikyo was holding Killua, playing beneath its shade. Seeing him look over, the electronic eyes resting on the bridge of the woman's nose visibly flickered, revealing a complex expression...
"Yi-yi-ya-ya..." The tiny Killua, not long after being born, had faintly already displayed extraordinary talent. Opening his small hands and legs, he tremblingly propped himself up, attempting to crawl on the grass. His beautiful lake-blue eyes, upon spotting Roy, mumbled incoherently as he patted the ground. Soon after, he was scooped up from the ground by Kikyo and carefully held in her arms...
Seeing this, Roy smiled faintly and lingered no more. He turned and disappeared from the window lattice. Continuing his path around the corner and through the corridor, as usual, when passing by that dim little room, he bowed respectfully toward the interior...
Rustle. The curtains moved, and a leisurely sentence drifted from the room right on time, causing him to pause his steps once again...
"Roy, do not be anxious about the present, and do not worry about the future,"
"This old man has said it before, 'When that day truly comes, I will die before you.'"
Creak~ The rocking chair creaked as it swayed, and the sound of cartoons faintly came from the room... Roy straightened his back and poked his head to look inside. The shriveled old man was rocking in his chair, eyes closed, seemingly dozing off while listening to the cartoons. Seeing Roy look in, he slowly opened his eyes and cast a glance back...
A trickling stream of water flowed over Roy's dried-up heart. He silently responded with a "Mm~"
"So weak and feeble, speak up," Maha feigned anger.
"Yes, Great-grandfather," Roy composed his emotions, raised his volume, and said loudly.
Maha then waved his hand in satisfaction: "Get out of here."
The boy stood rooted to the spot. Seeing this, Maha sat up, "Is there something else?"
"Yes," Roy remained silent for a long while, took a deep breath, and looked at the old man with profound eyes: "Great-grandfather, I want to know how strong you are!"
Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy is the only way to emerge victorious in every battle. That [Entity] who cast the curse upon him was clearly a [God]. Just how strong He was, and what authorities He wielded, were matters he must and definitely would have to face in the future...
However, at the present moment, with Alluka absent and Adult Gon absent, only and exclusively Maha... was the single person he could meet who approached the level of a [God]!
Just as Father had said during their grand battle: He is not a man, he is a [God]!
Roy looked fervently at Maha, watching from afar as he... stood up.
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