"Sword Sense..."
Brandon's enlarged pupils reflected Roy sheathing his sword, as his consciousness scattered and images flashed by.
Frames of memories rolled into one film, slowly playing in his mind... Brandon saw the title "The Last Movie," and in a daze, returned to his past, to the dark childhood he never wanted to mention.
It was a dilapidated apartment building, crammed with hundreds of residents inside, narrow corridors, poor ventilation, the fumes of burning coal, garbage piled at the door, stinky shoes and socks near the door curtains... forcing people to pinch their noses as they passed through.
Brandon floated over... found that familiar little iron door, and before he got close, he heard his father pulling his mother's hair, slamming her against the wall....
"Slut, if you're broke, go sell yourself!"
"I told you I'd turn the tables in the next round, why the hell can't you understand this?"
The woman cried desperately, grabbing the man's arm, pleading, "You can't take it, that's next month's living expenses..."
"Living expenses my ass, once I turn the tables, you'll be living the high life!"
"Boom!" The iron door was kicked open by the man, holding a few bills, he saw Brandon and slapped him: "Useless thing, you were the one who dragged me down back then!"
Brandon covered his face in silence, watching the man walk away... suddenly recalling his classmate Aaron. He wasn't the spawn of gamblers and prostitutes; he had loving parents, grandparents who picked him up every day after school, pocket money to buy snacks, everything he ever wanted...
He felt so jealous, so envious, one day he suddenly had a thought—
"Wouldn't it be nice if I became Aaron."
As it turned out, the next day he really became Aaron, wearing new clothes bought by his parents, eating cupcakes bought by his grandparents, sitting in the car, living a new life.
Later, Brandon discovered Aaron had worries too. His good friend Mike had an even better life. So... Brandon became Mike... not long after he became Kelly, became Gibson, became Joshua... becoming all sorts of people...
Enjoying different segments of life.....
He had more "lives" to enjoy now yet was forced to fall here...
"I'm so unwilling, I really am unwilling!"
The severed head flew out, eyes glaring fiercely, consciousness film forcibly torn apart, strands of dark black "Sense" connected Brandon's head and neck, driving him to stand up straight once more.
Roy, just having sheathed his sword, his gaze sharpened, "Clang~" he drew his Staff Blade again!
Narrowing his eyes to raise his guard...
His mind pondering...
Is this... 'Posthumous Nen?'
No,
'More like "Residual Nen"!'
Unwilling to die, sold his soul in exchange for darkness, willingly let resentment invade... This guy's potential in "Nenryoku" is unexpectedly high...
Roy recalled Jade, who was also a wreck of resentment in life, on par with Netero, his talent naturally went without saying.
"Roy Zoldyck... I... want... you...."
"I... want... to become... you... ah...."
Bewitched by resentment... head connected to body, Brandon staggered to stand, but unexpectedly, a sudden change occurred... hundreds of figures unexpectedly emerged from his corpse, some hugged his waist, some covered his mouth, some restrained his arms, some tripped his legs... tightly confining him, keeping him from standing up... seemed to be waiting for this moment...
Roy silently watched, a feeling of familiarity arising within, like when he first met Minamino Guangzhi, keenly sensing a trace of "soul" flavor.
"They are innocent souls of unfortunate deaths."
"Step... step..." footsteps echoed from behind,
Zeno with white hair swaying approached the youth's side, calmly watched Brandon being tugged and bitten, expressionlessly said, "Parasite finally parasitized, Roy... your sword is slow..."
"When killing, it should be so fast that the opponent doesn't even realize they're dead."
"Only then can all possibilities of resurrection utilizing 'Nenryoku' and 'Rules' be cut off....."
This was experience from an old assassin, Zeno's chest blown by the wind proving it undeniably...
Roy said nothing, quietly watching Brandon screaming miserably reaching a hand toward him, quickly dragged back by countless hands, a moment later, turning his head to glance at Zeno: "Will grandpa become like this a hundred years later?"
Besides Jager who disappeared, no Zoldyck has died yet... Roy's question was nothing but a hard hit to Zeno's heart...
The former Patriarch of the Zoldyck family, a name alone making people fear, after pausing several seconds, laughed strangely: "Hohoho... depends on how filial you kids are..."
Zeno stroked his beard: "If you annoy the old man, you sure will suffer..."
"Grandpa was joking," Roy could already imagine what a terrifying scene it would be if Zeno were invaded by resentment.....
Perhaps using one move "Dragon Star Group" to blow up the house, right?
He quickly plastered a smile: "Then find my dad, he's the primary responsible person...."
"Hmph~" Zeno followed with a glance, kept silent.
"Ah... get off me... let go of me... Roy Zoldyck, save me... I won't... possess you, I uh...."
The mournful wail abruptly stopped—
The dark "residual nen" dissipated... Brandon fell heavily onto the deck, head detached from body, "rolling" to Roy's feet, mercilessly kicked into a bloody mist with a Great Strength.
Grandpa Zeno's reminder wasn't wrong, killing must be fast, if not fast, then be sure to deliver the finishing touch promptly.
The "innocent souls of unfortunate deaths" lost their support, momentarily dumbfounded, some started wailing on their knees, some howled at the sky, some sobbed, some laughed out loud... expressions varied greatly...
Roy wasn't a ghost, unable to comprehend what "liberation" felt like, just like when he asked Minamino Guangzhi if he wanted to say anything more to his daughter, Jing Ji, and received the reply... no desire for their family to grieve again over their passing...
"Thank you...." Faintly, Roy heard murmurs...
He lifted his head, hundreds of figures bowed in salute to him, faces serene, transformed into bits of light, swirled by the wind, instantly entering his body.
Zeno unexpectedly glanced over...
The youth did not refuse, naturally, calmly accepting... feeling inspired he closed his eyes, savoring the novel experiences each fragment of life brought him, the panel's hint ringtone resounded in his ears....
[Detected you cleansed one hundred and twenty-three "Residual Souls"...]
[Bearing their cause and effects, receiving their entrustment, the other party voluntarily transfers remaining energy to you...]
[Notice: "Life Energy" +30...]
[The host may freely allocate it, attaching it to the "Constitution" section...]