Finished Product X Competition

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out, like a latch coming loose.

The Alchemy Table, which had remained manifested as its weighing pan spun at high speed, came to a stop.

At the same time, as the sound rang out, the Medicine Tube stored in the base popped out slightly.

With a thud, Kevin, who had been forced to stand beside it the entire time, dropped onto the floor.

"Whew!"

He panted frantically.

"This is more exhausting than training with Yungu."

As Kevin spoke, he wiped the sweat from his head. Over the past hour, his entire body had been soaked through.

Throughout the brewing process, his Aura had been continuously drained. He had felt little at first, but even after his stamina and Aura gradually began to fail, it had kept drawing from him.

It was different from the exhaustion of battle. It was a feeling of being drained away, one he could experience vividly just by sitting still.

It felt far worse than fighting.

He forced himself back to his feet. He had to remove the potion first; otherwise, as long as that thing remained outside, it would keep consuming his Aura.

The moment the potion was removed, the Alchemy Table vanished.

Kevin sat in the nearby chair, slumped limply as he weakly shook the potion in his hand.

Through the transparent vial, he could clearly see the orange-red liquid sloshing inside, like molten iron heated to a glow.

"Either way, after all that training, I can finally make the potion that only existed in theory."

That was right. Although the formula for this potion was engraved in his mind, there had never been a finished product in his memories.

Because this Nen ability came with a restriction.

Put simply, once the brewing began, the output depended on Kevin's current Aura output, and he would remain in a state of Zetsu throughout the process.

The greater Kevin's Aura output, the greater the power output, the less time it took, and the shorter he would remain in Zetsu.

Meanwhile, the total "electricity" consumed during brewing represented his Aura reserves. What happened if the requirements were not met?

That was right. The power would "cut out."

The entire brewing process would stop, and everything spent beforehand would go down the drain.

What was mainly wasted were the ingredients. The higher-grade the ingredients, the stronger the potion they could produce—and stronger potions were likely to require sufficient Aura reserves.

So, the stronger he became, the more valuable the materials he might consume after a failed attempt.

That could only be judged through experience.

Previously, Kevin had stopped experimenting after a failure and learned about this process.

Now that he had more knowledge to support him, he understood his ability more clearly.

Kevin looked at the potion in his hand.

"I'll call it [Power Potion]."

Every potion it produced lasted only fifteen minutes, whether it was poison or any kind of buff potion.

"So that's why it's called Moment's Dream? It really is fitting."

He put away the potion, turned off the lights, and lay down on his bed.

His eyes remained open in the darkness. Though his body was exhausted, he did not want to sleep.

"So, what about my own Nen ability?"

He could not help asking himself that.

Honestly, as an Enhancement Type, he truly could not think of any flashy Nen ability, nor was he suited for one.

As the type with the strongest frontal combat capabilities, simple and direct was the best approach.

"Build it according to your initial thoughts, according to your most fundamental desires."

Biscuit's words surfaced in his mind.

But the question was, how was he supposed to accomplish that?

His original idea had undoubtedly been to make his Nen ability work with [Moment's Dream], with his powerful Aura control, and with his eighty-percent efficiency in every type other than his main type.

But he also had to account for a price he was forced to bear—his body's terrible ability to learn.

He was not physically uncoordinated, his mind was quick, and he was even among the best when it came to learning knowledge.

Yet his body's learning ability alone was incredibly poor. As an Enhancement Type, any Nen ability he constructed would either enhance an item or enhance some trait of his own body.

Enhance [Moment's Dream]?

The instant that thought arose, he rejected it.

It would offer him limited benefits while turning his powerful ability to break through enemies head-on into something mediocre.

Not to mention that his flexible Aura control and eighty-percent efficiency in other types would not be involved at all.

And honestly, as his understanding of Nen abilities deepened, [Moment's Dream] was not as powerful as he had imagined. It came with far too many restrictions.

It was undeniably a support-type Nen ability.

He was greedy. He wanted both.

His Nen ability had to serve as a link, connecting the three abilities on him that could each be called a talent.

Only by making all his talents complement one another could he become strong.

How was he supposed to do that?

Sleepiness gradually washed over him.

The next day.

In the spectator stands of Arena B on the 145th floor of Sky Arena.

Kevin had bought a ticket and watched the fight below as one of the spectators.

He had heard that today's match was extremely popular and featured a highly talked-about contestant. He had only managed to get a ticket yesterday with great difficulty.

To be honest, he was looking forward to it.

After all, in his previous world, he had never actually watched any competitive fighting, much less the kind where people could die like this.

The entire spectator area was packed.

The host shouted passionately.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The highly anticipated match is about to begin!

Let us first welcome the contestants!"

Cheers erupted from everyone in the stands as they shouted the titles of the two fighters.

One of them had far more fans, accounting for nearly eighty percent of the audience, and quite a few of them were women.

Although he had never looked up any statistics, Kevin could tell at a glance that most Sky Arena spectators were men.

It seemed this was the talked-about contestant in this match.

"Let us first welcome the rising star of Hengwu Dojo, just sixteen years old—[Torrent], Ao Kojo!"

Cheers rose from the stands, but the enthusiasm was not particularly high. It felt more like polite encouragement.

A young man in a sky-blue martial arts uniform walked out.

Yeah, very young. He probably specialized in using his legs to attack.

Kevin analyzed him from the stands.

"And his opponent is the six-year-old young assassin from the renowned Zoldyck Family, who reached the 140th floor in just two months—[White Cat], Ki!llu!a! Zoldyck!!"

Before he even appeared, deafening shouts and countless screams erupted from the stands.

Kevin could not help digging at his ears, but what surprised him even more was the age the host had just announced.

Six years old!

Was that even right?

Amid his confusion, a young boy walked out.

He had a face cute enough to be called adorable, messy white hair, and an expression full of displeasure. He seemed to be gritting his teeth and yelling something at the spectators.

In Kevin's eyes, this child was merely an ordinary person. No—he could not exactly be called ordinary, but he was definitely not a Nen user.

He was not a Nen user?

That surprised Kevin even more.

He had to abandon his old way of thinking and view this world from a new perspective.

"What do you mean, White Cat?! At least call me White Wolf! Leopard would work too!"

Killua was extremely dissatisfied. That title did not fit his temperament at all. It made him sound like some kind of pet.

When he jumped onto the arena, his opponent had already taken up his opening stance and was waiting for him, without the slightest hint of contempt on his face.