Fame Is Imminent

A few minutes later.

Arieser climbed up the steep slope.

Protected by his aura, the rocks and branches on the hillside could not harm him.

Still, having rolled down the slope, he looked rather bedraggled.

"Mr. Moyu..."

After climbing up, Arieser looked at Moyu's right hand with lingering fear.

The Black Nen cluster from earlier was gone, as if it had only been his imagination.

"Don't worry. I can handle it."

Seeing Arieser's concern, Moyu spoke calmly.

That composed, unhurried demeanor put Arieser somewhat at ease.

Transfer and sublimation.

Those were unavoidable steps in Exorcism.

When he had seen the portion of Black Nen Moyu had casually summoned earlier, Arieser had found it impossible to imagine how long Moyu would need to sublimate that Dead Nen based on its aura alone.

He had even worried that Moyu would be unable to endure that lengthy process of digestion and would suffer a backlash from the Dead Nen at some point.

Now, seeing how calm and confident Moyu was, Arieser's worries eased considerably. At the same time, he discarded the little scheme he had been harboring.

He had actually hoped to earn favor by "sharing the burden"...

Having personally experienced the Balance Dead Nen at close range once more, Arieser realized just how naive he had been.

"Looks like you can't help with this."

Moyu looked at Arieser's reaction.

Arieser opened his mouth, then nodded bitterly.

Even if he were only sharing the burden, the risks involved in the sublimation process exceeded what he could bear.

A moment later.

The two continued down the mountain.

On the way to meet up with the main group, Moyu told Arieser about the Nen Space.

When he heard that time had been frozen for nearly two years, Arieser was utterly stunned and could not recover