It's Over! Break His Legs × Gate of the Dark Continent

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

"Young Master."

The security door opened, Scarface, One-Eye, and Tsubone bowed and stood on either side, making way for Roy.

They bent their waists so low that even Tsubone's two pink ponytails could vaguely reach her toes.

Roy pushed the food cart closer. "I left the chrysanthemums inside; I don't want to see them wither."

Tsubone quickly replied, "I'll find a flowerpot to support the bottom and water it frequently."

Scarface: "I take it out to sunbathe every day."

One-Eye: "I weed and fertilize."

The remaining Sun-Earring Boy simply hummed in agreement and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

He casually handed the food cart to Tsubone, glanced around, and left with his hands behind his back.

"Tap... tap..." The footsteps gradually faded away... The three of them straightened up after a long time, and Roy's figure had already disappeared from sight.

At that time, the moon was high in the sky, and the setting sun had long been swallowed up by the darkness that had crept up the horizon.

Stepping out of the basement and strolling along the Ancient Castle's weathered corridors, Roy noticed the lights already lit on the walls. At the far end of the corridor, beside a dimly lit little room, Roy looked up and saw Maha again. The old man leaned against the window, gazing at the view, and for a moment, Roy had the illusion of seeing an elderly Jager... It was so similar, so very similar. Roy stopped and softly called out, "Great-Grandpa."

Maha stared blankly at the willow tree in the garden, seemingly not hearing him speak, and continued, "'Re: The Game of the Dead ' is your grandfather Jager's Nen Ability. It can forcibly pull a person's consciousness into the Game woven from their memories through physical contact."

Roy listened silently; this was largely in line with his previous guesses.

"The year he died, he used ' Bloodline ' as a pretext to establish ' Vow and Limitation,' allowing any descendant of the Zoldyck to enter and exit his mind, at the cost of excluding the source of the Bloodline, which is me. At the time, I was so angry I wanted to beat him to death. Who told him to disobey and try to run away? In the end... before I could even lay a hand on him, he closed his eyes."

"So, that eye is the mutated brain of Jager after his death?" Roy listened quietly...

Maha was a little angry. "He always says that the Zoldyck can't do without me, he's afraid I'll go through his memories and go back to the Dark Continent to seek revenge... That idiot, does he really think I'm that kind of reckless person?"

Yes! You absolutely are!

Roy picked up the thread and joked, "Perhaps Grandpa Jager thinks that Great-Grandpa might accidentally kill the other person and won't be able to take revenge himself."

In short, the old man wasn't the type to let his enemies go unpunished while doing nothing himself.

Otherwise, it wouldn't fit the "Enhancement" character design.

Maha tilted his head and glared at him. The Sun-Earring Boy forced a smile and tactfully changed the subject, "So, Great-Grandpa, was Grandpa Jager really dead or just pretending?"

Brain mutations also require energy, so if one truly dies... then what is the source of that energy?

Roy suddenly thought of Scar-Face One-Eye; his eyelids twitched involuntarily as soon as he finished asking the question...

"Looks like you guessed it." The old man, Maha, noticed the Sun-Earring Boy's strange expression and said in a low voice, "He's 'alive dead,' and the irony is... even if he didn't want to, he had to become the kind of monster he hated most in his life, a Demon Eye that feeds on 'Nen.'"

Is it Curse? Roy thought of Nanika. The shadow hanging over the Zoldyck' hearts had not yet arrived, but that didn't mean it would disappear.

"So, my great-grandfather asked me to go to the festival so that I could follow in Grandpa Jager's footsteps and find his killer?"

"You?" Maha chuckled mockingly, patting him on the shoulder. "Don't overthink it. What your grandfather and father couldn't do, you certainly can't."

That's heartbreaking. Although he really only lasted fifteen seconds, he didn't even have time to speak to the Jager he remembered...

The old man looked at Roy meaningfully and said, "I'm just giving you a heads-up, so you know what's what. What if you ever actually get involved someday...?"

Maha said with a smile, "The old man wouldn't feel guilty even if he broke your leg."

"This..." Roy recalled that dream, the image of Jager being dragged under a tree and brutally beaten was still vivid in his mind.

"You overestimate me, Great-Grandpa." Roy pointed to his black hair and said sheepishly, "My talent is limited."

Fifteen seconds isn't a short time, you silly kid... Maha rolled his eyes at him. "Get lost."

Roy felt as if he had been granted a pardon. "Goodnight, Great-Grandpa."

He brushed past the old man's shoulder and hurried away...

By 8 p. m., Gotoh should have already prepared dinner, and the child needed to eat to replenish their energy.

Behind him, Maha stood with his hands behind his back, watching him walk away little by little, and said, "Go and see Jager more often."

The Sun-Earring Boy readily agreed, not just to alleviate Grandpa Jager's loneliness.

At least... we need to be able to fully withstand that monster's [training] first."

Night has fallen.

The Sun-Earring Boy circled the corner and disappeared in an instant.

Maha was left lost in thought...

The evening breeze stirred his clothes, causing them to sway slightly, and a series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him.

It is the Tsubone.

"Ancestor, the time has come."

"Got it, fifteen seconds." Maha swung his hand and went inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Tsubone bowed respectfully, showing no surprise whatsoever. He had only come to go through the motions. He glanced in the direction of Roy's bedroom before hurriedly leaving.

Roy's bedroom.

Today's dinner is Western food.

I had hoped that I could have a bite of Chinese food with the offerings when I returned from the ancestral worship.

Reality taught him that the world is full of unimaginable things. Except for a few leaves, all the meat ended up in Jager's stomach.

Helpless, Roy could only bite into the sandwich, lamenting how treacherous the Zoldyck was!

Without that strength, there are some places he can't even go to. Even in the future, if he really wants to set off to explore the Dark Continent, judging from the old man's words... he will have to overcome this hurdle.

otherwise,

Just look at how badly Jager got beaten up in the dream, and you'll get the idea.

"Young Master, Zee called and said that Kastro pushed open the first door this evening." Gotoh poured a glass of milk and handed it to him. "I've already arranged for him to report to the butler."

Roy took the glass, finished it in one gulp, and handed the empty glass back. "He's quite talented. Train him well and let him guard the mountain."

Someone who could fight Hisoka to a standstill in the original work must be quite formidable.

He let Gotoh clear the table, finished his meal, took a quick shower, and went straight to bed.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts...

Some were eager to see if the "Gate of the Dark Continent" that stood on the Sea of Cognition still existed after he was separated from Jager's connection with it.

If it exists... The Sun-Earring Boy narrowed his eyes, he could easily imagine that once he was strong enough, even without the old man breaking his legs, he could bypass all the limitations of this world and get a glimpse of the true face of the Dark Continent before everyone else!

And he can come and go as he pleases, anytime and anywhere...