Operation System

"First, I want to introduce you to a miraculous ability that is quite common among experts."

Standing on the shore and looking down at the newcomers, Ku'er Ya remained expressionless.

He pondered in his heart which group of ignorant fools had come to hunt him down this time.

Could they not just give him a break?

Frowning in annoyance, Ku'er Ya could not recall whom he had offended.

After all, he had killed too many people from major families.

Black, white, gray.

He had killed people from every walk of life.

"The ability to manipulate life energy—the power to freely control the life energy, or aura, emitted from within the body for attack or defense is called 'Nen'."

He beckoned, slowly lurking closer to the group of people who had just come ashore.

Ku'er Ya did not stop speaking.

They were still quite a distance away from the attackers.

This distance was enough for Ku'er Ya to finish educating Coleman.

"Nen ability is divided into four major techniques: Ten, Zetsu, Ren, and Hatsu. These are the foundations that must be mastered to learn Nen."

"These four abilities must be mastered one by one. In other words, you need to learn step by step. When you reach 'Hatsu,' your family will send a teacher to test which category your Hatsu belongs to."

"For now, I am just giving you a brief overview."

Ku'er Ya had a bit of a headache; this knowledge system was larger than he had imagined, but once one started using Nen, these things would become quite simple.

However, as a painter, his verbal skills were truly not very good.

Especially when it came to explaining things to others.

If it weren't for the fact that those few tattered books weren't enough for Coleman to truly understand 'Nen,' he wouldn't be lecturing this brat at all!

After all, he had relied purely on his own intuition back then; who knows how he mastered it at the time?

Ah, he seemed to have asked an old man.

Who was that old man again?

He seemed to be from the Hunter organization.

He had forgotten.

Without a second thought, Ku'er Ya deleted the image of the white-haired old man that had flashed through his mind.

Who knows who that old eccentric was.

He had seen plenty of peculiar old men in his time.

While observing the movements of those idiots, he continued to speak.

"Hatsu is divided into six categories. Generally speaking, everyone only awakens one."

Of course, there were those oddballs who could awaken two.

"They are 'Enhancement,' 'Emission,' 'Transmutation,' 'Manipulation,' 'Conjuration,' and 'Specialization.' These abilities are generally related to the practitioner's own personality. For example, I—this humble one—awakened as a Manipulator."

Fiddling with the thin thread in his hand, Ku'er Ya continued his explanation: "This thread is the not-so-rare Spider Golden Silkworm Thread, a synthetic material that is extremely sharp and tough, but in my hands..."

As he spoke, he injected his Nen into the thread, reinforcing it to a certain degree.

The thin filament, which had been drifting in the wind, suddenly went taut and pointed in one direction.

It was as if it were being controlled by something.

"This move is, of course, not a simple Manipulation ability, but a Manipulation ability that combines Enhancement and Transmutation."

Playing with the floating thread, Ku'er Ya demonstrated for Coleman.

Ku'er Ya rolled up his sleeves, and Coleman could clearly see the coils of thin thread wrapped around the bracelet on his wrist.

Crystal clear.

Glimmering under the moonlight.

"Step one: Inject your Nen."

He clenched his fist slightly and extended his arm.

"Step two: Control the Nen, using the power of Transmutation to make the thread supple and give it good elasticity."

The thin threads began to detach bit by bit, floating in the air.

Like a silkworm spinning its cocoon, it spread out slowly, inch by inch.

It looked like a slithering snake.

"Step three: Increase the Nen injection to achieve an enhancement effect, while simultaneously using Transmutation to wrap it around the enemy."

Just like that, the slithering thread, unbeknownst to the attackers, wrapped around the target's ankles, wrists, and the back of their neck.

"At this moment, you could choose to tighten the threads and kill the enemy. But..."

However, Ku'er Ya's ability did not lie there.

He curled his lips slightly, smiling with keen interest.

"Watch closely, don't blink."

In almost an instant, the moment the threads crawled to the corresponding positions, they plunged fiercely into the enemy's skin.

With a sharp sting and a numbing sensation, the enemy instinctively covered the back of his neck, yet felt nothing.

Just as he was feeling puzzled, suddenly—

His own body was no longer under his control!

His hands and feet refused to obey him.

"Wait... stop! Get away from me, hurry!"

He couldn't help but roar, because he saw his own hand raising a blade, hacking toward another companion.

The companions who were called out looked instinctively toward the one who had shouted.

They saw it happen: the hand rose and the blade fell.

Fresh blood splattered across the ground.

Warm blood sprayed onto the face of the perpetrator.

As the moonlight shone down, the others could clearly see the terror and confusion on this man's face.

"What are you doing?!"

A stern, somewhat angry voice rang out from the perimeter.

It was a rough man in his early thirties with a scar running across his face.

He questioned viciously, "What is this? Can't find the treasure, so you want to split the group?"

Unfortunately, before he could get an answer, the controlled man raised his butcher's knife toward the next lucky victim.

How could the bandit group, having already reacted, let this man succeed again?

Some raised their blades, others brandished their clubs.

They watched this suddenly abnormal companion with faces full of vigilance.

And the man being controlled was utterly bewildered and terrified.

Looking at the wary crowd, he could only speak again.

"I don't know, I don't know, I... my body is out of my control! Get out of the way!"

He had been fine just a moment ago; he couldn't understand what was happening at all!

He only knew that this body was no longer his to command.

The leader looked at his subordinate, who was frozen in place, and frowned.

After thinking for only a moment, he waved his hand.

This was a sign that he intended to abandon this man.

Though he didn't know why, the leader made a prompt decision; he would not allow this person to continue slaughtering his companions.

One of the lieutenants understood, raised his blade, circled around from behind, and inched closer to the controlled companion.

He muttered under his breath, "Sorry... but, there's no other way."

With that, he gritted his teeth and swung down with force.

Unfortunately, the man who had been stiff just a moment ago dodged away with lightning speed.

Moreover, the way he dodged was something these companions had never seen before.

They were shocked for a moment, but their resolve to kill him only grew firmer.

This guy must be controlled by someone!

He would never have such a bizarre way of dodging.

Kill him!!

The lieutenant gave a subtle wave to the back.

He signaled the other brothers to take out this 'traitor'!

"Don't... no, no! I... I'm just being controlled, I can still be saved!"

Having stayed in this bandit group for many years, how could he not understand what the lieutenant was trying to do?

The lieutenant wanted to eliminate him as a dangerous factor!

But... but he didn't want to die!

"I... you, you can have my share, please don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

They had come to this wretched island for the sole purpose of looting.

He could do without his share!

As long as they spared his miserable life, that would be enough.

"But if you're dead, you won't get a cent of the Scarlet Eyes money either!"

The second-in-command spoke with a sinister tone, his steel blade refracting cold, shimmering light under the moonlight.

"Besides, don't forget, you just killed Heizi! Even if you were being controlled, how could everyone feel safe turning their backs to you again?!"

The rebuke jolted the hesitant men around them back to their senses.

They instantly abandoned any thoughts of their leader abandoning his brothers.

Their minds were filled with the terrifying prospect of being stabbed in the back.

Almost in an instant, the large bandit group rallied once more.

They were determined to execute this 'traitor.'

The circle of encirclement tightened bit by bit.

Just as they were about to hack this man to death, he suddenly erupted into action.

With a bizarre posture, he raised his blade.

Covering the distance in a few strides, he charged into the crowd.

He began hacking and slashing with a swordsmanship they had never seen before.

Unable to dodge in time, the crowd had no choice but to retreat half a step.

"Ah!!!"

Suddenly, a scream erupted from behind them.

They turned their heads instinctively, only to find another man suddenly attacking his own brother.

"Don't... don't look at me, I was suddenly controlled too!"

"Quick, get away from him!"

Where there was one and two, there were naturally three and four.

No one knew which link had gone wrong, but more and more people were being controlled.

The once harmonious, powerful, and united maritime bandit group disintegrated in an instant!

At this moment, the leader standing on the periphery suddenly realized something.

He shouted, "There is definitely a Manipulator-type Nen user in this godforsaken place! Everyone, retreat!"

However, it was already too late.

The scene was in utter chaos.

They were slaughtering each other.

Blood stained the beach red.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and remains.

Human corpses were mangled beyond recognition.

Perhaps out of necessity, perhaps out of a heated frenzy.

Stimulated by the blood, the bandits had no mood to listen to their leader.

They only knew to raise their blades and kill whoever was about to kill them!

Red.

Everything was red.

The waves near the shore were dyed a pale crimson by the blood, only to return to their original state the moment the tide receded into the sea.

The scene was a mess.

Standing in the distance with his hands behind his back, the culprit behind it all merely smiled slightly.

"This is the true terror of a Manipulator-type Nen user."

Manipulation.

As long as one's Nen is stronger than the opponent's, one can force them under control.

As for the duration, it depends on the strength of the opponent's willpower.

"You just controlled over a dozen people at once?"

Coleman asked, his brow furrowed with wariness.

If he hadn't seen it wrong, Ku'er Ya's threads were controlling at least ten people.

Ku'er Ya shrugged, speaking with indifference.

"Ah, that was only for a split second. The moment they erupted into action, I released the control."

Otherwise, his Nen consumption would be unsustainable.

Therefore, from that moment on, it was merely a massacre guided entirely by their own consciousness.

It had absolutely nothing to do with him.

"You know, I am actually quite kind-hearted; it is impossible for me to manipulate others into committing such a heinous act as a massacre."

Look, didn't I stop?

If they couldn't hold back, you can't blame me for that~

"Ah, let me offer a reminder here: logically speaking, one can only master the Nen category they awakened to most quickly and effectively. Beyond that, it is normal for other categories to be very slow to master, or even impossible to grasp at all."

Coleman heard this and instinctively looked at Ku'er Ya.

But you just used a whole bunch of them.

Although that was all just according to what you told me, and in essence, I couldn't see them nor did I know if it was true.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Ku'er Ya spoke, his tone matter-of-fact.

"The reason I know so many is, of course, because I am strong enough."

The strong master more abilities.

Is there anything strange about that?

"If you can't understand it, just consider me a genius."

After all, if a genius doesn't do things differently from ordinary people, how could they be called a genius?