Love's Practice Session

Late at night, the rain poured down.

Yorknew City, Sewer Street.

Rainwater, like beaded curtains, converged into streams, flowing along the city's street network.

The light on the street flickered, but one antique shop was brightly lit.

Above the antique shop hung a common electronic screen, on which a line of red text slowly scrolled:

[Buying antiques, curios, and handcrafted art – June 22, 1997]

Inside the antique shop, display cases lined the walls.

Bathed in orange light, various antique artworks were displayed, their true nature difficult to discern.

Deeper within the shop, a solid wood table was placed against the wall, with a desk lamp on its corner.

Under the concentrated beam of light, a red wooden doll carving, about fifty centimeters tall, stood still.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached into the light, enclosing the unremarkable wooden doll carving.

The owner of the hands was a young man in casual wear, with neat black hair and handsome features.

Crack.

With a slight exertion of pressure from the young man's fingertips, cracks appeared on the surface of the wooden doll carving, and a faint white light, different from the desk lamp's, seeped out from the fissures.

Immediately after, the wooden shell shattered and fell away, revealing a jade figure enveloped in a faint glow of Nen.

The jade figure's translucent surface was adorned with shallow green patterns resembling fish scales, which shimmered brilliantly under the lamplight, clearly indicating its considerable value.

Breaking the wooden shell to turn dross into treasure.

This scene was witnessed by a robust man wearing a dog-head mask near the antique shop's entrance.

However, the man seemed aware of the young man's abilities and was not surprised by this at all.

He crossed his arms, fixed his gaze on the young man, and spoke in a deep, powerful voice: "Moro, why did you refuse the gift Molena prepared for you?"

"A gift?"

The young man, called Moro, suddenly looked up, meeting the dog-headed man's gaze, and smiled helplessly.

"Dog Brother, asking me to kill twenty-one unrelated people, and you call that a gift..."

"Of course, it's a gift. If you kill them, you'll immediately reach level 21, and if everything goes as expected, you should be able to master another Nen ability that suits your needs. Even if the final outcome differs, you'll at least be able to enhance your aura capacity with it."

The dog-headed man's voice remained steady and powerful. After a pause, he continued:

"Moro, Molena needs feedback on the effects of her Nen ability as soon as possible, so don't disappoint her. Besides... becoming stronger just by killing a few people is nothing but beneficial for you."

"..."

Moro fell silent upon hearing this.

Just killing a few people...

This was the way of the mafia.

Or perhaps, in this world called Hunter x Hunter, disregarding life and trampling on individual existence was not uncommon.

Moro had personally experienced this when he transmigrated here a year ago...

He silently stared at the dog-headed man.

As a transmigrator, he was well aware of the plot and characters of Hunter x Hunter.

The dog-headed man before him, and Molena who saved him a year ago, were both characters from mafia families who appeared in the Kakin Royal Succession Arc.

Setting aside Molena's identity as an illegitimate daughter of the Kakin Royal Family and her future role as the boss of the Ai Family's mafia, what left the deepest impression on Moro...

was the Nen ability Molena displayed in the original work.

It was a Nen ability that allowed others to level up and become stronger through killing...

"Becoming stronger by killing, it sounds so easy."

Moro suppressed the thoughts in his mind, a strange smile appearing on his lips, but his eyes were calm, showing no ripples.

"Dog Brother, Nen abilities are not such shallow things. There's a system of Vow and Restriction... While I don't know how Molena discovered this ability, one thing is certain."

Saying this, Moro suddenly averted his gaze, looking down at the jade figure on the table, and said lightly, "That is risk. Huge and unknown risk."

"..."

Upon hearing Moro's words, it was the dog-headed man's turn to fall silent.

Silence, at times, was equivalent to tacit agreement.

However, he did not forget his own position because of this. He quickly broke free from his silence and asked directly, "So, your answer is no?"

"How could it be... My worthless life was given by Molena."

Moro lowered his eyelids, giving a self-mocking smile, but in his mind, Molena's eyes, dark and unfathomably deep, flashed by.

After a pause, he looked up at the dog-headed man again and said softly, "Give me a day."

"Alright, I'll tell Molena."

The Dog-headed Man nodded towards Moro upon hearing this, then turned and left the antique shop decisively.

Just as he was about to push the door open and leave, he stopped abruptly as if remembering something.

"Right, Molena said she hasn't decided on a name for her Nen ability yet and wants you to help her pick one."

"..."

Moro was stunned for a moment, involuntarily recalling some fragmented scenes from the original work.

"Love's Practice Session."

This was the name of Molena's Nen ability in the original work.

As for why such a destructive Nen ability had such a name...

Moro didn't know.

Thinking this, Moro, without any thought or hesitation, directly gave his answer based on the original information: "Let's call it Love's Practice Session, if Molena doesn't dislike it..."

"Huh?"

The Dog-headed Man was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Moro to suggest a name with that kind of style.

However, he didn't dwell on it. He waved goodbye to Moro and strode out into the Night Rain.

Moro's expression was calm as he watched the Dog-headed Man leave.

Creak—

The door closed shut.

A few minutes later, Moro slowly withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the Transparent Jade Figure standing amidst a pile of wooden fragments on the table.

"Looks like I have to run..."

If there were things he was unwilling to do and no room for negotiation, then Moro decided to leave Molena's circle.

It wasn't that he was against killing, but rather that among the twenty-one people Molena had sent over, there were infants and children.

This had crossed his bottom line.

Moreover, he understood Molena's true intentions hidden deep within her heart better than anyone.

Destroying Kakin Nation, destroying humanity, destroying the world, destroying everything...

This was what Molena pursued.

So Moro would leave sooner or later, he just hadn't expected the day to come so quickly.

For the past six months, the antique shop he ran had brought substantial profits to Molena.

If there had been no changes, he had actually wanted to repay Molena's life-saving grace through this method as much as possible.

It was enough, wasn't it...

Moro thought silently, then raised his right hand and looked at the back of it.

There was a tattoo pattern resembling growth rings, composed of six hollow rings of different colors.

The colors of the growth ring tattoo pattern, from inside to outside, from small to large, were white, green, blue, purple, red, and gold.

In the very center of the growth rings, there was a tiny black infinity symbol.

Moro didn't know the origin or function of the growth ring tattoo pattern.

A few days after he transmigrated, he noticed the outline of the growth ring tattoo suddenly appear on the back of his hand, gradually becoming clearer from shallow to deep, and then finally settling.

The information he could confirm so far was that others couldn't see the growth ring tattoo on the back of his hand, and the part of his hand covered by the tattoo seemed to possess the Vow and Restriction effect of "Indestructible."

Additionally, he could fill the hollow areas of the growth rings by absorbing the Nen from antiques.

This was also the fundamental reason he chose to operate an antique shop in Yorknew City.

Over the past half-year, he had absorbed the faint Nen from many antiques or handcrafted artworks, and now the innermost white growth ring was almost completely filled.

Moro temporarily put aside thoughts of leaving Molena and focused his attention on the jade figure entwined with faint Nen.

As long as he absorbed the Nen from the jade figure, the white growth ring should be filled.

Even if it wasn't completely filled, the employees he had sent out would bring back some antiques that might be entwined with Nen tonight.

In the quiet and silent antique shop, Moro reached out and covered the jade figure.

There was no visible movement or fluctuation, but the faint Nen on the jade figure merged into the back of Moro's palm at a visible rate.

The slight gaps in the white growth ring were also filled, becoming relatively complete.

Looks like I don't need to wait for the Worker Bees to return.

Moro thought, his gaze fixed on the white growth ring on the back of his hand. The efforts of the past half-year filled him with a bit of anticipation.

Because in his opinion, the growth ring tattoo was likely the "golden finger" that transmigrators often talked about.

If it could provide assistance at this moment, he would have even more confidence to break away from the Ai Family.

Moro waited patiently for a change, but time ticked by, second by second. The white growth ring, filled like an energy bar, did not produce any anomalies.

"The worst outcome has occurred."

Moro shook his head slightly, seeing the dormant Growth Rings.

In the current situation, there were probably only three possibilities.

One was that all the growth rings needed to be filled to reveal an as-yet-unknown ability.

Another was that filling the growth rings required some specific condition to reveal the ability.

The last possibility was that the Growth Rings tattoo wasn't the cheat he had hoped for.

Moro was a little disappointed, but he didn't dwell on it too much.

Even if he received the cheat's ability at this moment, it would at most be an unexpected bonus for him.

His true confidence lay in the Emission-type Nen ability he had diligently cultivated since his transmigration.

The night deepened, and the rain showed no signs of stopping.

The Dog-headed Man walked through the heavy rain and arrived at a black car parked by the roadside.

The window of the black car's rear seat rolled down, revealing an elegant and refined woman.

The woman's eyebrows were like willow leaves, and her eyes were like phoenix eyes.

However, her beautiful face bore two parallel, ferocious knife scars.

The scars ran from her hairline across her left eyelid, extending all the way to her cheek, almost spanning half her face, truly a shocking sight.

"Molena."

The Dog-headed Man bent down, looking at the woman inside the car.

Molena looked up. "A Quan, what did he say?"

"Moro wants you to give him a day," the Dog-headed Man replied truthfully.

Molena lowered her gaze, seemingly sensing something.

The Dog-headed Man waited for Molena's response, letting the heavy rain drench his body.

After a moment.

Molena habitually reached up to touch the scars on her cheek.

"Never mind."

She murmured softly.

The Dog-headed Man was slightly taken aback.

Molena lowered her hand, her gaze passing over the Dog-headed Man as she looked in the direction of the antique shop.

"A Quan, you know... Little Moro has something about him that I really dislike."

"What is it?"

The Dog-headed Man asked casually.

Molena's eyes deepened, and her tone gradually turned cold.

"A bottom line."

"..."

The Dog-headed Man didn't know what to say.

Molena said coldly, "My people cannot have such a thing."

The Dog-headed Man understood Molena's meaning. He considered trying to persuade her for a moment but stopped himself, then asked instead:

"Molena, the Phantom Troupe is investigating someone, and many gangs have been caught in the crossfire and massacred. It would be best to notify Moro..."

"No need."

Molena withdrew her gaze. "This is his own choice."

"Understood."

The Dog-headed Man sighed inwardly. He then revealed the name of the Nen ability Moro had chosen.

Love's Practice Session...

Upon hearing the name, a ripple of emotion crossed Molena's eyes. As expected, it wasn't complete enough...

Even if she could feel Little Moro's loyalty during a deep kiss, if their "objectives" were completely different, it would be meaningless.

"Let's go."

Molena lowered her head slightly. Although she couldn't get feedback, she had identified the ability's flaw.

A Quan looked at Molena, detecting a hint of melancholy in her tone