"Pitiful…"
Several veins bulged on Maha Zoldyck's bald forehead, stung deeply by Netero's laughter.
Wishing he could grab the table and take a bite out of it, Maha snorted coldly and snapped,
"If you're just jealous that I have a grandson, just say it~
I think someone's already halfway into their coffin and still hasn't seen a grandson… Tsk~ How pitiful…"
…The laughter stopped abruptly.
Netero's face darkened on the spot. He had to admit—Maha had a point.
He was afraid his grandson would never be born in this life. His son was more obsessed with the Dark Continent than Yang De…
Sigh, forget it. Better not bring it up.
Netero sighed in silence, then glanced enviously at Roy and Illumi on the screen. But with a 36-degree smile, he uttered words at absolute zero:
"So what if you have many grandkids? Not a single one inherited your abilities."
"The Enhancer line in the Zoldyck family? Completely cut off!"
Zoldyck lineage…
Zeno: Conjurer.
Silva: Emitter.
The current juniors—
Eldest son: Illumi – Manipulator.
Third son: Milluki – Emitter.
Sixth son: Kalluto – Manipulator.
Killua, the fourth and fifth son (depending on timeline): Transmuter.
Then there's Alluka, who's more of a wishing machine…
Only one child left—Roy.
And today's observation? Conjurer.
Not a single Enhancer among them.
That thought made Netero feel a tiny bit better.
But—
"Who told you my line of Enhancers is finished?"
Maha grinned, eyes locked onto Netero with a hint of mischief.
"You don't really think my grandson is a Conjurer, do you?"
"…No way?"
It was written all over Roy's performance. Was Netero blind? With Nen threads that long, if Roy were an Enhancer, he'd have to be a ghost.
Netero scoffed,
"My eyesight's fine. Maybe stop reading manga all day—don't think everyone's as blind as you."
"Heh~" Maha didn't answer. He just kept grinning at Netero, eyes twinkling.
Suddenly, a terrible thought hit Netero.
"You don't mean…"
Netero squinted.
"Don't tell me… your grandson's a Specialist?!"
Among the six types of Nen—Enhancer, Emitter, Manipulator, Transmuter, Conjurer—there's one that stands above all:
Specialist.
Those who don't fit into any of the five classic categories. They represent the unknown—the infinite.
Like Chrollo's Skill Hunter, stealing others' Nen abilities…
Or Kurapika, who turns from Conjurer to Specialist once his eyes turn scarlet, letting him use all other Nen types at full capacity.
And now… could Roy be a Specialist too?
Netero's gaze flickered.
No wonder Maha valued him so highly.
"Heh~ don't look at me. I never said anything."
Maha rested his feet on the coffee table, smug.
"Didn't you say I was blind? Then use your own eyes~"
Netero nearly summoned Hyakushiki Kannon just to slap this smug bastard.
"Douzi, pour the tea."
He turned away from Maha in frustration, beard trembling.
"I need something hot to calm my nerves…"
Turning to the screen, Netero focused on Roy again.
At that moment, in the underground tunnel—a bizarre spectacle was unfolding:
"Riding" people to move forward.
Relying on his excellent "mount"—Illumi—Roy held seven people by their collars (or was it leashes?). He strolled down the corridor with a smug smile on his face.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, but even he felt a bit sorry for Illumi…
Fans were too enthusiastic. Roy had no choice but to accept the offers and went with the highest bidders.
He picked four "crane tail" players (weak ones), and cried as he made another 300 million jenny.
"If I had known escorting people could make this much… I'd have bought a few more good 'horses'."
It was a pity Killua ran off so quickly—he had promised to let him go. Otherwise, he could've easily made another 200 million.
As for the rest…
Roy stood on Illumi's shoulders, looking down like a true tyrant.
His blind eyes scanned the crowd. Whoever he looked at would immediately avert their gaze, scared stiff.
"It's daytime! Why is Teacher Tianwei still so scary?"
"Don't let anyone tell me he's just a manga artist. I refuse to believe it!"
"Riding people is clearly his true profession!"
"Hehehe, I don't care. I really want to be ridden by Teacher Tianwei too~"
"He won't like someone like me… but if only he knew what Bato's No. 1 e-Donkey can do!"
"Perv! Keep dreaming. You'll end up failing stage one again like a trash noob…"
The quiet whispers and delusional fantasies echoed through the corridor.
But soon, people stopped joking—because the tunnel was insanely long.
No one knew how far they had to walk.
Then… he appeared.
The eternal first-round eliminator—Tonpa—smiled sinisterly.
Targeting exhausted rookies, he put on a kind, concerned face.
After all, his title "Rookie Crusher" couldn't be forgotten.
Roy, still walking his dog and riding his horse, noticed him.
Though he found Tonpa's methods shameful, he still respected the man's record:
35 consecutive Hunter Exams without being seriously injured or killed.
"There must be something different about this guy…"
Curious, Roy summoned his command panel and looked up Tonpa's attributes:
Name: Tonpa
Bone Age: 49
Physique: 30 (Normal: 10)
Speed: 50 (Normal: 10)
Power: 60 (Normal: 10)
Aura Capacity: 50 (Normal: 10)
Title: Turns Bad Luck Into Good Fortune
Note:
"Turns Bad Luck Into Good Fortune" –
Has an innate sense for danger and always avoids lethal threats. A born survivor talent.
Roy's pupils shrank.
This was the first time he'd seen someone with a Title Ability!