A Father-Son Pact × The Evil of the World

As it turns out, there's no such thing as land that's been over-cultivated, only oxen that have died from exhaustion.

Since Kikyo became pregnant, Silva was afraid that having sex would harm the fetus, so he enjoyed a rare period of leisure.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly in his study on the west side of the second floor.

The man, following Maha's example, bought a rocking chair and placed it in front of the French windows. He folded his hands over his lower abdomen and quietly basked in the sun... At one moment, he heard a series of faint footsteps coming from the hallway, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

Without turning his head, Silva said, "Back then, your great-grandfather also told me to punch him."

Roy pushed the door open and came in. "Father, did you call?"

"Um,"

"I got a really bad beating." The rocking chair creaked, Silva cascaded down the carpet like mercury... He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window at the blazing sun, where swallows occasionally cut through the sunlight, chirping softly as they glided towards the forest. He said with a touch of nostalgia, "He said from the moment I made my move, it was destined that I would never amount to anything, that I would only ever be... a henchman."

They'll kill for money; those they can't kill are simply not paid enough... The Zoldyck has its own philosophy of killing, Silva is a prime example.

Roy grew up listening to his stories and knew how powerful his father and grandfather were. But these were the people who had built the Zoldyck family, the world's number one assassin family, whose strength stood at the top of the world, and who could even fight Neferpitou, Youpi, Shaiapouf, and the Meruem. Yet, his great-grandfather simply labeled them as "henchmen." Roy closed the door behind his back, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"At first, I was unconvinced, so I killed one person after another to prove my strength,"

"In the end, I still couldn't stop your great-grandfather's casual punch."

Silva, with his back to Roy, reached out and plucked a green leaf that had drifted in from the window. He gently traced the leaf's veins and said in a deep voice, "I don't understand why, until one..."

"I asked your grandpa Jager in the Game before I got the answer,"

Silva clenched his fist, a burst of spiritual light flashing, instantly crushing the green leaves into ashes. Then, with a release of his hand, the ashes drifted into the forest... He then stood up, his back to the sunlight, turned around, and looked at Roy seriously, saying, "He said that no matter how strong an individual's fighting power is, how can they be a match for an organization or a country?"

"That's when I realized that your great-grandfather and Grandpa Jager, from the day they embarked on the path of [Faith], were no longer... alone!"

"Tap... tap..." Footsteps sounded, and as Silva moved, he completely blocked out the sunlight from the window.

He calmly approached Roy and stood before him, looking down at him as if he were seeing his son anew. "The path of ' Faith ' in taking another's ' Nen Qi ' is destined to be a difficult and winding one," he said, "Son... are you truly prepared?"

"Great-grandfather asked, and now Father is asking too. Should Grandpa ask next time?"

Roy chuckled self-deprecatingly, then looked up fearlessly into Silva's imposing eyes and said, "Yes, Father."

"I'm leaving."

"I'm not just leaving,"

"I really hope we can achieve some results, for example..."

The Sun-Earring Boy smiled brightly, "Kill [God], replace Him, and let Him experience the power of sunlight."

"Whoosh~" A gust of wind blew in, lifting a corner of the curtain, and a few playful rays of sunlight bypassed Silva and shone on Roy.

Silva stared intently at him. His son was growing so fast, almost reaching his nose; perhaps it wouldn't be long before he surpassed him.

He remained silent for a long while, then chuckled softly, suppressing his emotion. "I eagerly await that day, but..."

Silva paused, then suddenly unleashed a powerful burst of [spirit], forming tornadoes of "mind" that enveloped Roy, whipping his black hair backward. He stepped forward, pressing down and saying, "Before that, you'll have to get past me!"

"Time."

Three years.

"Too long." Roy's feet were planted firmly on the floor, like a tree easily gripping the ground, unmoving, yet he also unleashed his [training] to counteract Silva's impact, and chuckled to himself, "Father, you know I'm in a hurry... I always seize the day, so..."

"How about one year!"

A year... Silva's gaze began to turn dangerous. He took another step forward, his "anger" surging like a vast ocean, as if he wanted to crush Roy on the spot. He narrowed his eyes and said, "You've only just gained a little skill, and you're already getting cocky."

Has no one ever told you that you are... arrogant?

"Squeak..." [Practice] against [Practice], the "Nen Qi Storm" surged and clashed, like clashing swords, emitting a tooth-grinding, ear-piercing sound. Roy smiled as he looked at Silva, taking a step forward as well, stubbornly resisting the approaching man, and said, "In heaven and on earth, I alone am supreme, Father..."

You must understand, arrogance is the true nature of the sun.

A blazing red light suddenly surged forth from the Sun-Earring Boy's body.

The air ignited, heat surged and boiled, forming a steam dragon that lunged straight at Silva's face!

In Silva keenly sensed a familiar scent, just like the punch Maha had casually thrown at him years ago, a punch that had gathered the power of countless beings. The man vaguely... saw many faces within the steam dragon's body.

Some he recognized, like Gotoh and Kastro; others he didn't, such as the Nine Pillars Himejima Gyomei by Uchiha Setsuna, the Uchiha led by Uchiha Setsuna, the Naga led by Vanessa, the Kobold led by Old Kohler Wenisha... and so on...

Silva's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he raised his hand again, revealing his fist, and threw a punch at the steam dragon's head!

Roy seemed to be transported back to the day he begged his father to help him open his Aura Nodes. The same domineering, the same unreasonable, the same Thunder strike—only this time... compared to his former naive self, he finally saw Silva's [Visualization object]: [Power], the [Power] that creates miracles, the [Power] that is indomitable and never yields. It was tyrannical, cold, and never reasoned with, just like Silva ... who always believed only in his own body, honed to its limits, his goal being... the pinnacle of personal martial prowess!

The punch, merely a punch wrapped in [firmness], struck the dragon's head squarely, breaking through the boiling steam, and ruthlessly hit Roy's chest, shattering the [hardness] protecting his heart meridian, instantly... sending him flying!

With a loud "bang!", it crashed through the door and broke through layers of walls, landing deep inside the Ancient Castle in a storage room filled with all sorts of odds and ends. "Crack!" The walls cracked like a spiderweb, revealing a large, human-shaped hole in the center...

The second floor of the Ancient Castle was in complete disarray. Silva remained in his punching stance, not immediately retracting his fist, and simply said, "Stop acting."

A sound like a water mirror shattering rang out.

Youyou soft chuckle came from behind the man... [Illusion Jutsu] Shattered.

In his blood-red eyes, three jet-black tomoe slowly rotated... Silva suddenly turned around... The steam dragon from before, including his fist wrapped around [Firmness], vanished like a mirage...

The others were still standing in the study, the door and walls intact, except for the Sun-Earring Boy... who had somehow appeared by the window and was now lying comfortably in his rocking chair, looking nothing like the boy who had been punched and was now coughing up blood and seriously injured. He said, "This chair is so comfortable, no wonder Father and Great-Grandfather like it so much. I'll ask Gotoh to get me one too."

Silva's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, then he quickly regained his usual stern expression, walking over expressionlessly. He followed Roy out the window, where Milluki was training with Luca in the garden, and murmured, "Not bad for Illusion Jutsu."

"You still couldn't hide it from Father, could you?" Roy dispelled his Sharingan, put his hands behind his head, and leaned back, saying, "Father, to be honest, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."

That's arrogant.

Silva laughed, a truly ferocious laugh, "Me too."

Roy tilted his head and looked at him. "Since when?"

"It all started when you Dream Parasite and played with my imagination."

Roy:".

"I'm sorry, I was arrogant. Next time..." The Sun-Earring Boy smiled at Silva, "I'll make sure Father never even realizes he's dreaming."

"Hmm." Silva, hands in his pockets, his thick arm muscles bulging like coiled dragons, replied in the same manner, "One year... one year from now... I pray I don't beat you to death."

"Hehehe..." A suppressed chuckle echoed as father and son, each pondering their future on this sunny afternoon, suddenly met each other's eyes, and a spark seemed to fly between them!

Just then, the door creaked open, and another person entered carrying a document. Tsubone, her two pink ponytails swaying, glanced at Roy, then at Silva. Those who should have been lying down were standing, and those who should have been standing were lying down. Who was the father, who was the son? At this moment, it seemed, the roles were reversed...

"Master, here is the information you requested." The old butler subtly adjusted his glasses and bowed slightly to Silva.

Silva said in a deep voice, "Show it to him."

Tsubone: "Yes."

He then handed over the documents in his hand. "Young Master, this is relevant information about Meteor City. Please take a look."

Roy glanced at Silva silently, took the book, and carefully flipped through it. His brows furrowed immediately as he keenly noticed that Meteor City at this point in time seemed to be quite different from the one he remembered.

According to the original description of Meteor City... it was a dark area once controlled by the Council of Elders, later taken over by the Phantom Troupe. The strongest being there... was merely a fully grown Spider, on par with the Squadron Leader, Chimera Ant Zazan, but...

Now look at the Council of Elders, which was formed by these elders; each one is extraordinary, some even... vaguely resembling V5.

The shadows of several major powers, including Kakin... Roy's expression was grave; he knew that the situation in Meteor City was far more complex than he had imagined.

Especially...

When Roy vaguely sensed a Nen Ability similar to Morina's [Contagion], which seemed to be [Faith] "preaching," in several of them, the Sun-Earring Boy looked at Silva. Before he could react, Tsubone beside him said, "The Grand Master recently instructed the master to investigate some people. These people all have one thing in common: without exception, they are all [Spreading Form] Nen user."

"Some people traffic drugs, like Guzman, who brazenly sold [candy], which is actually a stimulant. Once you take it, it will temporarily stimulate the body's potential, but in essence, it comes at the cost of overdrawing your life, making you one of Guzman's victims."

Roy held the documents and saw Guzman, a boy with dark green hair, a Sun-Earring Boy appearance, a supple physique, and Sun-Earring Boy on his cheeks... He looked harmless, but little did he know that beneath his gentle exterior lurked a man-eating beast!

Note: A member of the Meteor City Council of Elders, holding the title of Third Elder, suspected of having connections with the Saherta United States, and responsible for testing drugs for certain pharmaceutical companies!

(Note: V5... Saherta United States, see [United States + Mexico])

Ochima Federation (才于マ連邦), reference [half of Tokyo University + Southeast Asia Begerosse United Nations, reference [Australia]]

The Kingdom of Kukanyu (Kukan'yu) (Kuri Kingdom), referenced from [Brazil + Venezuela + Colombia + Peru].

Minbo (Minbo) Republic (Sanshu Republic), see [West Africa])

"And..." Tsubone noticed Roy had turned to the next page, his gaze settling on a woman nicknamed "The Whip of Debauchery," with fiery red hair and a seductive, large bust. He continued, "Fifth Elder Selina, her Nen Ability [Thorn Dopamine], suspected of being involved in the sex trade. A few days ago, I saw her having an affair with Punk Bourne, the personal butler of Odero Spencer, the Begerosse United Nations's Minister of General Affairs..."

"They often relied on kidnapping young girls and sending them abroad to win favor with the upper classes."

Next is... [Human Body Collector] George Wood, skilled in skinning and bone-removing, backed by the Kukan'yu Kingdom...

[Parasite] Otsuka Yu, backed by the Ozima Federation.

[Blood Diamond] Maye Willis, backed by Minbo...

And... Bolton, who was recently killed by the Young Master, was backed by Kakin...

Tsubone meticulously counted the various forces in Meteor City, the worst of which was none other than "Ten Dons" who controlled the Shadow Beasts Army.

After a moment of silence, only the Sun-Earring Boy and his father remained, falling into a long silence.

"Do you believe in light?" Roy suddenly remembered what he had just said to his great-grandfather. It seemed that his simple desire to bring a ray of light to Meteor City was not so easy to realize.

"The world is bustling, all for profit; the world is in turmoil, all for gain..." Roy,

Silva broke the silence, looking intently at the Sun-Earring Boy, and said, "Everyone in Meteor City never truly belongs to themselves, including... your mother."

Mom... Mom who came from Meteor City, and also his own mother... Roy had never heard Kikyo talk about his past since he was a child, nor had he heard a single word about it from Silva or Zeno. If he hadn't traveled through time and become familiar with the original story, perhaps he would never have known until his death.

"It's a bit difficult, Father," the Sun-Earring Boy said frankly, taking a deep breath.

Facing V5 and the Kakin head-on is equivalent to facing the "evil" of the world head-on!

As expected of a place called the "world's garbage dump," not an inch of land is... a wasteland!

So... you're scared?

"Afraid... of course I'm afraid." Roy narrowed his eyes. "I'm really afraid I won't be able to kill them!"