Emerging from the Cocoon: The Man Who Stepped Out of a Playing Card

[Hint: "Swordsmanship" +1]

[Current Swordsmanship Level: LV4: 87,431/100,000]

The "Ten Thousand Swings, which ended twice with a sense of "gratitude,"

In the training room, watching the sunrise and sunset, Roy finished a day of sword training. His face was not red and his breath was not out of breath. He had no energy and his Nen Qi was full. He did not feel tired at all. He flipped his hand and used the Anti-Conjuration method to put [Snow Walk] into his Unconscious Realm.

Hearing the jarring "1" from the panel's notification tone, Ge Di closed his eyes and meditated. He sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying the mountain breeze, and pondered for a moment. He realized that as his strength gradually increased and the levels of some skills gradually rose, it was almost impossible to gain the same amount of experience points through the same amount of training as before.

The saying "a difference of a hair's breadth can lead to a huge error" perfectly illustrates this point; the higher you climb, the more difficult it becomes.

Thoughts churned, Roy let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, a sudden glint of light flashed in his amber eyes. His intuition told him... there was an almost insurmountable chasm between IV4 and 1v5.

Just as the ordinary Sharingan is to the Mangekyō, the Mangekyō to the Rinnegan, and the Byakugan to the Tenseigan, possessing the power of destruction and creation... Roy casually caught a sliver of the setting sun, vaguely sensing that once "Swordsmanship" reached Iv5, it would bring him unimaginable surprises... Therefore, "Nen," in its essence, is "idealism." Even with the "Law of Equivalent Exchange" and the "law of risk and reward," emphasizing specific internal logic as constraints, how strong a person can become internally, aside from the limitations of their own human attributes, depends entirely on imagination, that is... on human "Visualization" and "cognition"...

Just like Kurapika is to "Chain of Revenge",

Hisoka's relationship with "the Texture Surprise" and "the Bungee Gum"

Netero, using Buddhist precepts Shingen-ryu, created the Shingen-ryu school of martial arts, uniquely condensing the Martial Way form "100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva," breaking the shackles of the "Enhancement. His " Zero Hand: Release" nearly killed Meruem with a single strike...

Roy looked up and saw Kikyo pushing the giant lion around the garden. He realized that his most important, and only, advantage over the natives of this world was that he had been reborn through time.

This gave him more "insight" and "cognition" than anyone could have imagined.

"Buzz~" The "Gate of Cognition" trembled, seemingly in harmony with Roy, or perhaps in response to him. Just then, Tsubone pushed in a food cart. Seeing him sheathe his knife, he softly called out, "Young Master, dinner is ready."

Roy gave a noncommittal hum, his gaze sweeping over everyone from Kikyo to Kalluto buried in the pit, Milluki Illumi on the lawn before turning around and having dinner in the training room.

"Young Master, I've also prepared some for Gotoh," Tsubone said tentatively, standing to the side with his hands at his sides. "I just don't know if I should feed him." "Thank you for your thoughtfulness," Roy smiled, looking at the old butler who had dedicated his life to the Zoldyck. "Don't worry about him."

He's fine.

The Sun-Earring Boy forked a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. With a thought, he summoned the "Believer" panel of the Gotoh...

[Believer: Gotoh (Note: Overflowing with loyalty)]

[Current Status: Evolving...]

[Constitution +1 +1 +1 +1...]

[Current: 335, an increase of 100 points compared to before evolution → 435 (Note: Continuing to increase)]

[Manifested Aura: C-(9754/100000) → C(37415/100000) (Note: Continuously increasing)][Potential Aura: C-(8712/100000) → C+(14578/100000) (Note: Continuously increasing)][Type: Released]

[Initial Nen Ability: Coin Conjecture]

[Embrace Nen Ability: Currently awakening...]

[Rating: C]

[Note: Referring to Chimera Ant, your Believer "Gotoh" has already reached the level of an ordinary Chimera Ant Squadron Leader and is moving towards the level of a top-tier Squadron Leader.] Top-tier Squadron Leader include Leol who fought against Morel, Scorpion Kazan, and Uvogin at the peak level of Feitan. And today is only the first day, there are still six days left... Roy felt the Thread of Causality between himself and Gotoh thickening and becoming stronger. His gaze then swept down to the bottom of the panel: [Controllable Status - Absolute Domination]

Roy suddenly realized that if he wanted to, he could completely replicate Muzan's treatment of other demons, deciding their life or death with a single word, and he would have the ability to view, Browse, and delete their memories at any time.

Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise; everything has a contradictory side.

Although the [Embrace] is powerful, it cannot escape the laws of nature and the vastness of the Great Dao.

Roy glanced at the [Embrace Nen Ability] section one last time, his curiosity and anticipation filling him with wonder... What new Nen Ability would the young butler awaken after the [Coin Conjecture]?

Without making a sound, he turned off the control panel and swallowed the rest of the steak in one gulp.

As it approached seven o'clock in the evening, the last rays of the setting sun were reluctantly dragged below the horizon. After finishing dinner, Roy took the tissue Tsubone handed him, wiped his mouth, and nodded slightly to her, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

He got up, leaving the old butler to tidy up the food cart, and walked out of the training room in a few steps, heading straight for the basement as usual.

"Treading... treading..." Footsteps echoed in the mottled corridor filled with the scent of time... The Sun-Earring Boy, his silver hair flowing, came across a garden and saw a cluster of white chrysanthemums blooming under the window. Roy remembered Tsugikuni Yoriichi wait until the Spider Lily were in full bloom before visiting the grave to pay respects to "Poetry" and his child who had died from the mouth of Demon before his first birthday. He paused, reached out and picked a few flowers, still covered in soil, then stood up and appeared at the basement door, in front of the Scar-Face One-Eye.

"Young Master,"

"Young Master,"

"This one's for Grandpa Jager..." Roy handed a yellow chrysanthemum to Scarface.

"Yes," Scarface accepted with both hands, glancing at the three flowers Roy was holding. He kindly offered to help Roy cultivate them, but Roy flatly refused.

The Sun-Earring Boy stopped before the iron gate, facing the portal to the Dark Continent, and said solemnly, "These remaining few are for Old Mark, Little Matty, and Lady Nora..."

Scarface was taken aback for a moment, then exchanged a glance with One-Eye before nodding in agreement, asking no more questions, and opening the door for Roy. "Young Master, please."

The door opened, revealing a dark and gloomy underground passage. As always, a pale green light flickered along the side, the passage stretching endlessly, its destination unknown... Roy stepped out, striding over the iron gate. With his back to Scarface and One-Eye, he paused for a moment before saying, "If the family asks, Old Mark, Little Matty, and Lady Nora... just tell them the truth."

"I am among the silent majority of the masses..."

As he finished speaking, Roy lowered his eyes, not wanting Scarface and One-Eye to see the longing and reminiscence in them, and silently added in his heart, "And the me of the past."

Then, with a flash, he merged into the pale green candlelight and disappeared before Scarface and One-Eye.

The basement was Youyou and damp, while the night was scorching hot, just a corridor away. Scarface and One-Eye stood there for a long time, silently repeating the same phrase in their hearts. For some reason, a rare warmth welled up from the depths of their hearts...

"Some people remember the master, and some people remember us. One-Eye," Scarface said with a smile to the waiter beside him, "When you die, perhaps the Young Master will send a chrysanthemum to your grave..."

"Heh heh heh..." The One-Eye chuckled, suppressing his laughter.

He glanced at the dark passageway for a long while, then said wistfully, "Where I am, you are. Although I hate to admit it, after Master Jager, this is only the second person to say he'll miss us."

The one-eyed tone was mixed with emotion...

"What I didn't expect was that this person... would be Roy..."

"Perhaps soon we'll be calling him 'Master,'" Scarface nodded meaningfully One-Eye. "Don't forget, he's silver-haired now too!" One-Eye paused, then fell into a long silence, until... he could vaguely hear the distinctive grinding sound of a tight-fitting door opening and tentacles rubbing against it from deep within the passageway. After a moment's thought, he slowly but firmly shook his head. "No, I feel that Young Master Roy has a broad mind; he won't be confined to one family or one place."

"Is he bigger than Lord Jager?"

"It's hard to compare, but since you asked," the One-Eye said, looking at Scarface with a deep gaze, "It means you already have the answer in your heart." Scarface: ""

For a moment, he was speechless and choked with emotion.

On this night, as One-Eye and his companion fell into a long silence once again.

"Whoosh!" With the arrival of summer, the mountain winds are no longer as cold as in winter.

Deep within the passageway, the airtight door opened, revealing the [tentacles] once more. Roy crushed the chrysanthemums in his hand, using Anti-Conjuration techniques to prematurely materialize them into his own Cognitive World. He looked up again, meeting the gaze of the [Demon Eye]. Just as his hazy consciousness was about to sink, he seemed to see a figure reflected in the other's enormous pupils...

At first glance, the man seemed a bit dull, but his spiky, upright silver hair spoke volumes about his unruliness and stubbornness.

As Roy looked on in shock, he grinned at him:

"The silent majority, well said, child..."

The person reflected in the Demon Eye eye said with immense satisfaction, "With this awareness, you won't have to lose your way like your grandfather..."

"Lost." "Is that you, Grandpa Jager?" Roy's pupils contracted, and he blurted out, a beeping sound ringing in his ears...

[Beep... re: The Game of the Dead has started]

[Archive loading begins...]

Suddenly everything went black, and the world spun around him. He managed to catch his breath, and when he opened his eyes again... he was standing in a lush, towering forest.

A faint stench of decay lingered at their feet. Old Mark and Lady Nora were reduced to skeletons, their bodies ravaged by carrion-eating monsters.

[Hint: A "monster's" scent has been detected...]

[The Monster Compendium has been expanded, speculation...]

Carrion Vulture

[Rating: D]

[Innate Nen Ability: Corrosion; saliva rich in Nen poison, speculated to be similar to Lower Rank Five Rui's innate Blood Demon Art "Spider Poison," which can enhance the host's poison resistance and ability to inflict poison.]

Roy's heart tightened silently, becoming even more certain of a fact.

[re; The Game of the Dead]

It's not just the Game, it's... reality.

The so-called "save" was nothing more than Grandpa Jager somehow teleporting himself back to the location where he last appeared... just like the "Traveler" card that King had set up on Greed Island.

The caster can be "teleported" to the "designated target"... Roy frowned, glancing to the side at the tall tree Longergon Cooper and [Deflection] wielder Andrew had been killed, seemingly...

The remains of the two are gone!

"Given the Carrion Vulture's diet, since it didn't take Old Mark and Lady Nora's skeletons, there's no reason it would take Andrew, Cooper, and Longergon's. So, there's only one possibility left," Roy's eyes narrowed, a sudden chill flashing in them. "Someone took them both in!" Recalling his grandfather Jager, whom he had just seen in the [Demon Eye], and his incomprehensible words... Roy immediately realized...

[re: The Game of the Dead] There's only "teleportation," no "timed" function, or perhaps only for him... no timed function! That means... he's been exposed!

The Sun-Earring Boy's silver hair swayed in the wind as he looked up at the sky, took a deep breath, and then twisted his neck, unleashing a high-temperature "Nen Bullet" imbued with "Scorching Heat true intent." He flicked his finger, sending it hurtling towards a large pine-shaped tree a hundred meters behind him... A sharp "whoosh" was heard!

The Nen Bullet pierced the tree, leaving a hole the size of a finger, through which one could clearly see... a dark brown top hat with its brim flipped up!

"Slap slap slap Emission?"

"What a sharp and powerful Nen Bullet!"

"Friend, don't get me wrong... we're in this together!"

A round of applause erupted from beside the hole. Roy pointed and turned around. From behind a towering, cypress-like tree, a man strolled out. He appeared to be around forty years old, wearing a top hat and an extravagantly ornate trench coat. The coat was embroidered with playing cards, from 2 to Ace, with the Jokers printed on his left and right chests respectively. Two thick, black tufts of beard curled upwards in a hook shape, just like the King of Spades. For a moment, Roy mistakenly thought that a deck of cards had come to life and stepped out of the Jokers!

"I don't recall having such a friend." Roy's silver hair swayed in the wind as he stared blankly at the man.

The man smiled and winked at Roy, then pulled a leather flask from his pocket and said in a deep voice, "Although this is disrespectful to the deceased, I think my friend should recognize this."

How could I not recognize it? How could I possibly forget it?

Roy looked indifferently at the flask made of Little Matty's skin in the man's hand and said, "You are indeed disrespectful. She is not a flask, she is... three living... lives."

"See? I told you we were friends!" The man smiled slightly, pointed behind his back to a patch of uneven grass not far away, and said, "I think you're looking for them."

The Poker Man's finger had barely stopped moving when a whoosh of wind pierced his ear, followed by... a shocking sight: a "humanoid light" merging into the sunlight, passing through his body, and appearing on the uneven patch of grass he was pointing to! "Goish!"

"What kind of speed is that?!"