Won the Lottery

Gaining the "Vision Sharing" ability was within Moyu's expectations.

As for further ability expansion...

Moyu wasn't in a hurry and had a clear idea of what lay ahead.

Now, merely by establishing the "Pain Sharing" restriction, he had successfully obtained the "Vision Sharing" ability.

If he wanted to make the overall capability of "Soul Echo" stronger in the future, then setting up a "Damage Sharing" restriction wasn't out of the question.

However, compared to the "Damage Sharing" restriction, Moyu was currently more willing to accept conditions like "Double Stamina Consumption," "Double Nen Consumption," or "Lifespan Consumption."

He could even establish a "Pain Without Limit" mechanism on top of "Pain Sharing."

But until there was a need, Moyu wasn't in a rush to expand his abilities further. Solidifying the foundation of the "Four Major Principles" was more important.

Besides, the "Vow" return from this "Restriction" might still have some surplus.

"Thump, thump..."

Within the room, the sound of flesh hitting flesh rang out.

Moyu was using some basic physical combat techniques taught by Light to attack the Shadow Person.

Every punch, every kick.

The resulting "pain" was faithfully transmitted back to Moyu.

Frowning, Moyu didn't hesitate in his strikes, while the Shadow Person stood like a wooden post, enduring the attacks without moving.

If not for Cheadle staying overnight in a guest room on the other side of the courtyard, Moyu would likely have made more noise.

But in reality, Cheadle wasn't in the guest room at that moment.

In the pitch-black mountain forest, the clamor of chirping insects came from all directions.

Cheadle picked up her phone and answered Hawk's call.

"You've seen Moyu, right?"

Hawk's voice came through the phone.

Compared to his listlessness last night, Hawk's voice now sounded noticeably stronger.

It seemed that after a day, his physical condition had improved somewhat.

"I have. I'm very satisfied with every aspect, especially his appearance."

Cheadle looked ahead, and as she spoke, she casually flicked out thin, fragile Nen Threads, hanging them between the bushes and trees.

"Appearance?"

Hawk's tone carried a hint of confusion: "Moyu is indeed handsome, but from what I know of you, you're not the type to include appearance in your evaluation, are you?"

"Oh, I won't deny that..."

Cheadle let out a cold laugh and said, "But seeing that Moyu doesn't look anything like you, it's hard for me not to be satisfied."

"This..."

Hawk on the other end of the phone seemed to have his throat choked, unable to speak for a moment.

Those words didn't sit right at all.

Cheadle could imagine Hawk's reaction at that moment, her heart calm, and asked, "Calling at this hour, you're not just here to ask about this, are you?"

"Of course not."

Hawk asked solemnly, "How far has Moyu's Nen progressed now?"

"..."

Cheadle was silent for a second or two, then slowly said, "Based on my personal judgment alone, his 'Ten' feels to me like someone who has trained for over half a year."

"Progress that fast?!"

Hawk's tone held neither surprise nor pride, but rather alarm, "It's only been less than half a month since he awakened his Nen!"

"Yes, so you were right before. Moyu is indeed exceptionally gifted. In my teaching career, I've encountered many talented juniors, but comparing them to Moyu, the gap is very obvious."

As Cheadle paced slowly through the mountain forest, she regularly dropped Nen Threads.

Faced with such high praise from a Two-Star Professional Hunter, Hawk couldn't muster any joy at all.

"We can't let Moyu continue any longer. If we fail... and that Price, which feeds on Nen, transfers to Moyu, I'm afraid he would wither away in an instant..."

"Hawk, I disagree with your judgment."

Cheadle had some understanding of that "Power of Price," but her view differed from Hawk's.

"The intensity of the Price returned by that 'Balance' is indeed proportional to the host's Nen intensity, but don't forget, Nen is also the only thing that can provide Moyu with protection in this situation. Besides..."

At this point, Cheadle's tone gradually turned cold.

"You, who only causes trouble recklessly, don't mention the word 'failure' in front of me, even if you add an 'if' before it."

"I..."

Hawk's confidence was clearly lacking, betrayed by his weakening voice: "Acting on my own is my problem, but rest assured, I made plenty of preparations before moving, so I won't—"

"Hawk."

Cheadle cut him off in a stern tone, enunciating each word:

"Can you stop being so optimistic? Let alone the fact that you can't use Rat Treasure's ability right now, even if you could, have you forgotten your ability's restriction? In terms of overall combat capability, giving you an E-rank rating would be generous! If your reckless actions draw those Old Qinglin Squad bastards here, we might not even have the strength left to deal with the Price!"

"..."

Hawk was left speechless.

Indeed, as Cheadle said, his "Rat Treasure" was in a state of disuse, having been deployed to help suppress that "Balance."

Under those circumstances, he still had to shoulder the "restriction" set when he originally created "Rat Treasure." In terms of direct combat ability, it was hard to inspire any sense of reassurance.

"Sorry."

Hawk bowed his head in apology, then added cautiously, "At least we still have you."

"You idiot..."

Cheadle gritted her teeth. "I'm inherently not a combat type. Knowing that, don't go expecting me to solve all your thorny problems."

"..."

Hawk was once again silenced.

Right. Cheadle was a professional Hunter who valued "practicality," and her talent was top-tier. Every Nen ability she'd developed so far perfectly embodied that practicality.

But the problem lay precisely in that "practical" style.

Due to her professional needs—

The practical Nen abilities Cheadle had developed were almost all geared toward "non-combat fields."

In other words, Cheadle herself wasn't good at fighting.

If the Old Qinglin Squad found this place...

A combination like him and Cheadle could only produce combat power that was, at best, abysmal.

Seeing the other end of the phone silent for a long time, Cheadle tried to calm herself down.

She'd been under a lot of pressure from this matter too, but normally she wouldn't show it.

Yet Hawk's optimism had made her unable to hold back.

But after venting, she felt that getting angry at Hawk was a pretty awful experience.

Cheadle took a deep breath and said coldly, "The Nen Exorcist I contacted should arrive in about three days. For now, you'd better worry more about the payment issue."

With that, she hung up directly.

--

Late at night, on a certain rooftop.

A tall, slender man in a black suit stood by the railing, the cigarette in his mouth having its already short lifespan snatched away by the strong wind blowing in his face.

"Beep."

The phone in his hand chimed with a notification.

The man picked it up, and a short message came into view.

"Hit the jackpot."

Reading the message, the man squinted with a smile and tried to take a deep drag—

Only to find the cigarette had burned out.

Oh, restless wind...

The man was filled with melancholy.

"Why do you have to act so cool for no reason?"

From behind him came a disdainful female voice.

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