The Remains of an S-Rank Creature × Gotoh: I'm Fighting Netero?

The void trembled, turbulent currents arose...

Suddenly, two sharp gazes shot over.

Roy's vision blurred; he had just probed a corner of the void using [Targeted Tracking] when his consciousness, like being pricked by a needle, slammed against a wall with a "bang," forcing him back to reality...

"Buzz..." The images flashing through my mind instantly collapsed without the support of my vision...

The faint sense of being watched faded away...

The void closed... leaving only a skeleton, an elephant, and a withered old man standing silently in the depths of the void.

It's him... Roy!

"Hehehe..." Maha laughed, his laughter growing louder and louder, filled with unrestrained joy and satisfaction. He glanced sideways at the skeleton, picked at his ear, and said, "Three or five years really is a short time~"

The pale green will-o'-the-wisp in the skull's empty eye sockets flickered, as if shaking its head and chuckling, or perhaps reading its own mind. Its tone held a hint of surprise. "Those were my old friend's exact words."

The skeleton pretended not to hear the veiled mockery in Maha's words, and reminisced, "It was a proud fellow, and indeed had the right to be proud. On the eve of its fall, it found me and told me plainly that throughout the entire Dark Continent... even Demigod or the offspring of gods would need at least two years to learn its abilities..."

"That's my grandson, Maha!" Maha said, hands on his hips.

"But you are not a god, and... you have long since fallen from your pedestal;..." The skeleton looked intently at Maha: "I can sense that you, like me, are nearly devoid of divinity; it is a miracle you are even alive."

Maha remained silent. The skeleton's words seemed to reopen old wounds, leaving no room for rebuttal... The two remained silent, as if they had something to say, yet also as if they had said everything, everything understood without words, until... the void trembled, the spatial turbulence, fueled by the intrusion of the two "insects," surged even more fiercely. Both Maha and the skeleton knew it was time to part ways...

Maha stood with his hands behind his back, gazing silently at the endless void before him, and said, "Leave your name..."

A faint sadness permeated the air. The old man sighed and said, "If I'm still alive when you truly die, tell me your address, and I'll come and collect your body."

"No need." The skeleton gently Xiangmiao, Xiangmiao curled its long trunk and nuzzled affectionately... A ghostly flame flickered in the man's empty eye sockets, "Pfft~" reflecting his glorious past. He said, "I, Leon Zeppeli, will die a gruesome death. You can't collect my corpse!" "Leon Zeppeli..." Maha muttered, then nodded silently, turned and left, shattering a surging spatial turbulence with a single kick. "Since you've come to me, I probably don't need to tell you anything more, Leon Zeppeli."

"If there is an afterlife,"

"Goodbye!"

A ghostly light emanated from his hand. Maha raised it, aimed forward, and suddenly tore open the void, revealing a sunlit, vibrant world outside... the vibrant world of Zeno, Silva, Roy, and several other children...

The skeleton turned its head and could vaguely see the light of day outside. Seeing Maha take a step forward, half his body already outside, it suddenly said, "Do you know how difficult this path is? One wrong step and you'll fall into an abyss. Why do you insist on taking this path, young friend?"

Maha stopped, then lifted his foot and disappeared without looking back. "Young people have their own choices. We remnants of the old era shouldn't worry about them, and... we can't control them anyway..."

"Pitter-patter~" The void tore open and closed again, leaving only Leon in the desolate space. After a moment of stunned silence, Zeppeli and his old buddy turned away from the direction Maha had left in and disappeared into the deeper void...

"So, it's good to be young... being young means..."

A deep, lingering sigh was extinguished by the turbulent flow of space.

Kukuroo Mountain, Republic of Padokea, Zoldyck Family Territory

Ripples spread through the void as Maha stepped out, and the hearts of the Zoldyck members, which had been hanging in suspense, all settled down.

"Grandpa/Great-grandpa/Ancestor..."

"Hmm." Maha landed lightly in the corridor, nodded noncommittally to Zeno Silva, and then glanced around with his old eyes: "Where's Chiya?" "She was taken inside to be breastfed."

Babies simply eat and sleep... Maha, with his back to the bedroom door, knew without even turning around that with Kikyo present, Qiliao wouldn't be in any trouble. He strode past Zeno and Silva, going straight to Roy, raised a finger, and tapped him on the forehead. "You're really bold!"

"You're going to see things you shouldn't see? Are you trying to turn the world upside down?"

Roy winced, clutching the wooden box Leon Zeppeli had given him, and chuckled sheepishly, "I had a sudden epiphany and couldn't control myself..."

In addition, everyone was worried about the old man's safety. It would be strange if he could resist the urge to see the other person through the "Thread of Causality" between himself and Maha using [Targeted Tracking Technique].

"Snort,"

"You've learned it?"

"Hmm," Roy gazed intently at the wooden box in his hands, saying, "It's a very magical feeling. The patterns on its surface alone possess incredible power. Great-Grandpa... this wooden box is very precious..."

The A-grade Rare Beast "Targeting Grass," with a potential rank of "S," is of unknown status... what level would it be in the Dark Continent? Compared to... the Sandworm that attacked Netero, or even a [god]...?

"If someone is willing to give it to you, then accept it without hesitation," Maha glanced at the wooden box, a complex look flashing deep in his eyes. "It's the remains of a [Demigod], after all. That it ended up in your hands is quite an achievement..."

[Demigod] Zeno and Silva exchanged a glance, their gazes fixed on the ancient wooden box, their expressions serious.

Not walking the [Path of Faith] doesn't mean not knowing what [Faith] is... Absorbing the "Nen" from countless Believer, igniting the "divine fire" to become a god... Silva and Zeno, having been trained by Jager for so many years in [re; the Game of the Dead], do know a thing or two... Plus, they occasionally overhear things from Maha's words...

Zeno, his white hair swaying wildly, narrowed his eyes and said, "Even something like this can be sent, Grandpa... it seems the other side values Roy quite a bit." Silva remained silent, his arms crossed, frowning as he looked at the wooden box. His gaze shifted upwards, lingering for a moment on the thoughtful Roy, when he heard Maha say softly, "That's why I said it's this brat's own skill."

The old man put his hands in his pockets. "Roy, come with me."

The person walked past Zeno and Silva, unhurriedly, towards the stairwell.

Roy glanced at Zeno, then at Silva, then at Illumi, before tucking the wooden box into his coat and following behind, basking in the gazes of the crowd... An old man and a young man, one tall and one short, on this morning filled with the glow of dawn, as the red sun rose over the horizon, cast two shadows of neither long nor short across the weathered, ancient stone corridor...

A Youyou breeze rises, carrying with it the sounds of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

Zeno, hands behind his back, watched the old and young depart, and said quietly, "Silva, the Chia can be the head of the family, but Grandpa's legacy can only be inherited by Roy."

Silva remained silent, lost in thought as he watched the Sun-Earring Boy's departing figure...

Zeno tilted his head to look at him. "You're not convinced?"

The man snapped out of his daze, said nothing, and pushed open the bedroom door to look at Killua: "We'll talk when he can beat me." "Bang!" The bedroom door slammed shut.

Zeno was turned away, his gaze sweeping over Milluki, who was sneaking off, before turning to look at Illumi: "And you?"

Illumi carefully tucked the [God Spear Wood Nail] into his coat, put his hands in his pockets, turned, and headed downstairs towards the basement... His great-grandfather had been taken by Nii-san... He went to find his great-grandfather...

"Tap... tap..." Footsteps sounded. Zeno, following Silva, watched Illumi disappear into the distance, shaking his head to himself, "One after another..."

The person then disappeared into the shadows of the corner.

Youyou was a bright and peaceful morning. With Killua Zoldyck's birth, everyone dispersed, Zoldyck, except for the occasional cry of a newborn, quickly returned to its usual tranquility.

Roy followed Maha step by step into the dimly lit room, the word "Demigod" repeatedly churning in his mind. At one point, he looked up at Maha and asked, "Great-grandfather, how strong are gods, and how strong are Demigod?"

Maha suddenly stopped in his tracks. Before him lay his bedroom, where he had been clinging to life and intending to end it all. Turning back... he looked at Roy's face, which was gradually showing signs of maturity amidst its youthful innocence, and chuckled...

"Hehehe. How strong?"

"When... will Gotoh be able to defeat Netero?"

You will know the answer yourself.

Roy:..."