The crimson robe dragged on the ground, etched with patina of thundercloud patterns,
Through the God power seed planted in Frank Becky's body, Benjamin's form emerged hazily... In that instant, Roy felt like he was being watched by a prehistoric beast,
heightening his vigilance, he clenched the Shallow Strike in his hand, his mind suddenly flashing with the words Frank Becky had just said to him....
In the eyes of those who wielded the power of the True Gods, these abandoned ones... whether Little Mary or Frank Becky, were merely dogs marked and collared, dead or alive, even...
After death, they continued to be utilized!
For example, Frank Becky, in life, probably wouldn't have imagined that the Benjamin he complimented and flattered would use his corpse to resurrect his soul, unclear...
whether it was possession or divine descent.
"Crackling~" Benjamin stretched his body, reached out to grasp, electric light burst forth, gradually forming a "Thunderstorm spear" entangled with lightning serpents, thrusting it at Roy!
Danger loomed like blaring alarms, the Thunderstorm spear carrying the might of nature, in an instant, locked onto Roy, reminding him of the scene days ago when his father Silva gathered Nen balls in both hands, sending forth a skyward telekinetic light wave, destroying a meteor...
Slightly squinting his eyes,
he summoned the Demon Eye!
'Disconnect!'
Close enough, Roy was ten meters away, he could even smell the intense, tingling sensation, akin to the shock he received from Silva earlier that morning, raising his hand, he shot out two Nen lines entwined with Magnetic Force to hook onto Frank Becky, dragging him along with the Infinite handgun engraved with the divine character into his possession...
Suddenly, darkness fell, and he vanished beneath Benjamin's projection....
"Boom!"
The Thunderstorm spear lost its target, plunged into the forest, uprooting countless trees, gouged out a nearly kilometer-long trench, a sight to behold!
"Illusory reality... Conjuration...."
Vaguely, at the moment of complete consciousness disappearance, Roy watched Benjamin's furrowed brow, then closed his eyes, through [re; Game of Death] he connected to the Cognition world, crossed the Gate of the Dark Continent, and upon reopening his eyes...
Like every other day, he lay on the beach by the Sea of Cognition, his nostrils twitched, smelling a thick stench of blood, seeing Frank Becky lying lifeless at his feet like a dead dog!
Success... Roy rolled over and climbed up, beckoned his handgun to fly up, catching it with one grasp, the youth tenderly stroked the divine character, thoughtful... what he initially thought was a casual attempt actually led to him bringing Frank Becky's corpse back, upon reflection——
the words spoken by Benjamin at the end... Roy vaguely sensed he touched upon the truth of Conjuration!
Is illusory real... or reality illusionary? At the end of Conjuration's path, where will it lead?
Roy pulled back the bolt, suddenly squeezed the trigger, bullets forming a fiery tongue, pouring forth... exploding the sea water, raising waves!
It's a good gun!
Unfortunately, he wasn't an Emission expert, unable to harness the full power of the Infinite handgun, but... Wutong, with the handgun's reinforcement, his combat power improved significantly, at least... when facing Sisko again, relying solely on the Infinite's firepower suppression, he'd not be toyed with before his Nen exhausts, ending with untimely death.
Quietly making calculations, Roy familiarized himself with the specific architecture of the Infinite handgun, just waiting to conjure it as soon as he returned to reality, then glanced again at Frank Becky... because of death, he managed as a deceased being to borrow Grandfather Jager's nen ability to pull him into the Cognition world, making him a decent "shell container."
Roy thought of the Blood Demon Art he obtained from the "Clone Demon"——[Clone].
He crouched down, pried open Frank Becky's mouth, extracted a drop of "heart's blood," infused it into his body, then visualized through telekinesis to envelop him in a cocoon, the panel indicated...
[Current "Clone" hatching...]
[Hatching progress: 1/7(day)]
In the mystical connection, the youth and the "Clone" within the cocoon developed a strong blood bond... Originally in the story, the "Clone Demon" split into three, paradoxically not simply clones but more akin to full sibling demon brothers, each possessing its own independent "personality" and "thought," truly independent while simultaneously,
under "main body" control, existing as a contradiction between "independent" and "unified"... strictly adhering to the "primary-secondary relationship," just like "Roy" and "Wutong," full of loyalty, summoned whenever needed!
Far beyond when Haseki Dorou used his Enhancement body to force-conjure a Conjuration clone lasting only a few seconds, and... when C- relied on [God's Left Hand Devil's Right Hand], only through touch could he replicate "dead matter," ultimately only sustaining a 24-hour "copy" comparable...
He's true and authentic, possessing flesh entity, independent personality thoughts, and only follows Roy's orders!
"Sleep quietly." Seeing the panel indication, Roy gently patted the large cocoon glowing with Nen light, straightening up, casting a gaze at the Gate of the Dark Continent standing on the Sea of Cognition... inscribed with complex patterns, the pitch-black door closed shut, as always, quietly resting...
The youth took a deep breath, standing silently for a while, eyes closed, detached from the Cognition world, reopening his eyes, carried by the Demon Eye's tendrils, sent to the air-tight door, returning to reality.
March, early spring, prime chrysanthemum season.
Accompanied by the airtight door heavily closing.
Roy lingered at the door for a while, bent to pinch a yellow chrysanthemum petal, popped it in his mouth, chewed slowly, using its bitterness to stimulate his taste buds, shaking off the frequent fuzziness from entering and leaving the Cognition world, then with steady steps, he traversed the corridor, arriving at the security door.
"How long did I stay?" he asked.
"Creak~" The security door opened, Scarface held a pocket watch in his hand, and respectfully said, "Two hours and fourteen minutes."
'Master has broken the record again...'
After such a long time, it seemed like only a moment had passed... Roy gazed at the sky, the sunset had fallen, leaving only a trace of twilight, a faint red glow could be seen, the rest... the entire sky was shrouded in darkness, silently, he turned away...
"Tap... tap..." Leaving the basement, he came to the mottled corridor where the lights had just been turned on, an Illumi came walking towards him, heading for the basement as well, to pay respects to Grandpa Jager...
The Zoldyck Brothers walked towards each other, as they were about to pass by, Roy stopped and suddenly said, "Illumi,"
The young boy's black hair was long, his hands were in his pockets, he turned coldly, his body stiffened, a small head was grasped in Roy's large hand, gently stroking it, "If you don't need my words, you don't need to live for anyone either."
Roy's large hand rubbed the boy's head, then slid down and pinched his cheek... By continually absorbing "Life Energy," Roy had grown taller than Illumi, standing in front of Illumi, he could encompass him completely, he said gently, "Anyone can be the Patriarch, I don't care, but..."
Roy let go of Illumi, stepping on the lights, he resumed his steps, turned around and softly said, "You just need to remember, you are my brother, that's enough."
"Whoosh~" A gust of evening wind came in through the bright glass window...
The lights flickered, dragging Roy's shadow, swaying along with it...
Illumi stood there stunned,
He touched his own face, where the warmth of Roy's pinch still lingered, foolishly tilted his head against his palm, trying to keep it, even for a second, lingered so long in the corridor, unwilling to leave.
"Tap... tap..."
The sound of footsteps fading away....
Roy, leaving Illumi behind in the light, disappeared from the boy's vision, reappearing beside a dim yellow small room, just as the television in the room was broadcasting an anime titled "The Years I Loved and Fought with My Childhood Sweetheart," he stopped his steps, bowing as usual, in the small room....
Maha, covered with a blanket, rocking gently on a chair feigning sleep, spoke leisurely after he left, "Roy, the old man wants some stir-fry..."
"I'll make it tomorrow."
"Okay. I'm waiting..."
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Maha's mouth, he turned over, and soon let out a faint snore...
As one ages, it seems one can hardly get a full sleep, either this nap or that nap, broken and sporadic, not knowing which day would be the last... Being able to eat the meal made by his obedient grandson, the old man was secretly delighted....
"Hiss... ah....."
The snoring grew heavier...
Roy glanced at the back of his hand,
The "Curse" relentlessly counting down his life in seconds, attempting to ruin all his good and beauty, the boy took a deep breath, returned to his bedroom, directly took off his outer clothes, went to the bathroom, and began allocating points.
[Hint: "Constitution" +94....]
Belonging to Frank Becky,
Belonging to the hooded man Nelson,
Belonging to Katie, Muto... and the 4K Party who hunted exiles with Frank Becky, all consumed by Roy!
This time the pain was far more intense than ever before, forcing Roy to support himself on the wall, letting out a "groan," his fingers scratched the wall, leaving ten deep marks!
[Hint: "Constitution" completed...]
[Roy Zoldyck]
[Constitution: 343.4→437.4 (Note: Ordinary human is 1)]
[Nenryoku: Gate of Cognition]
[Manifested Nen Amount: C- (2750/100000→3841/100000) (Note: Rated with ant as reference. Elite Squad Leader is D, Master General is C, Three Guards is B, Ant King B+)]
[Potential Qi Amount: C (34590/100000→47510/100000)]
Compared to yesterday... he grew again uncontrollably by two centimeters in height, looking closely, it was extremely sculptural yet not lacking the essence of strength... 'Stronger than Silva when he was young.'
Snorting... Maha briefly slept for five minutes, his head tilted, muttered once, then fell soundly asleep again...