Among them, there's Razor, there's Wutong, there's Alena... there's Ging....
These images are like film reels playing one by one in Roy's mind, the young man's consciousness fully immersed,
He steps into the closest one, sets foot in Razor's heart.
In a vast wilderness, Razor's memories from childhood to adulthood are densely packed, with a tall figure of a man standing in the center, arms crossed, back facing Roy, expressionlessly watching the memories replay one by one before him.
Softly he said, "I wondered who it was, turns out it's you."
Razor raised his hand to grab a frame, it was the scene of him as a child, being abused by his alcoholic father, enduring the lash of his father's belt, while his mother hugged him tightly.
"Cry... cry why cry... fuck your mother, if not for you two dragging me down, I would live so much more carefree!"
"Slap... slap...."
The father's curses... the agony of the belt's head whipping against the woman's back, and the boy shivering in fear, his pupils filled with terror, flashed frame by frame....
Roy came to stand beside Razor, listening to him speak: "If you want to hear my story, just ask, and I'll tell you. No need to spy."
Roy calmly replied, "Do you believe me if I say it wasn't intentional?"
People are Hunter, consciousness is Demon Slayer, as the young man watched the man in the scene exhausted from beating, staggering and grabbing the woman's hair, dragging her into the bedroom, locking the door behind him, leaving young Razor alone to helplessly pound the door. Explaining one more sentence, he said: "I just had some realization, lost control of the intensity, don't blame me."
"What kind of ability is this?"
"The Heart Worm. You probably realized too, anyone connected to me, I can invade their heart field through the Heart Worm, and read their memories and past."
"Truly twisted." Razor released the frame, letting it fly off, turning his head to seriously gaze at the boy and said, "I suddenly regret knowing you a little."
Anyone with some connection to the boy would have their memories and past read, how is that different from running naked in front of him?
Roy shook his head, "It's not as exaggerated as you think, the deeper the connection, the more is read, just like...."
Roy pointed at the drunken man who just appeared in the frame and said, "I can't see his memories and past."
"That's my dad." Razor said expressionlessly, "An alcoholic domestic abuser, nothing worth knowing."
Roy nodded, "So, you killed him?"
"He brought it upon himself, and... I didn't kill him." Razor stretched out his hand to beckon, another memory frame fell into his hand, showing a woman cornered by four or five burly men, clutching her chest, shouting no, yet being forcibly pulled apart, stripped and assaulted for nearly two hours, until the boy returned home....
She lay uncovered like a doll ravaged madly, smiling faintly at Razor as he returned, then... she stood up, embraced the sunlight, walked toward the window, in the boy's widened pupils.... spread her arms, closed her eyes, clutched the windowsill, plunged headfirst downward... "Bang!"
With a dull thud... the woman transformed into a wilting blood flower....
"Mom!"
Roy heard the boy roaring, saw young Razor rush to the window, grab at empty air, and in desperation, erupted in a shockwave of Nen!
Silence fell.
It is known, for a normal human to become a Nen user, there are merely three routes: one, inborn talent, exceptional ability, self-awakening through meditation;
Two, activated by another Nen user's Acupoints, forcibly opened;
Three, exposed to extreme emotional stimuli,
Razor clearly fell into the latter category....
"I killed him... him... him...." Razor let the image fly, hand like a ladle, dipped into his own memory river, scooping frame after frame... it was him executing those who had once violated his mother, cornered her to demand the property rights, forced her to commit suicide, those enemies.
"Hayes... Blake... Morley... Thorne..."
The last one was just a few days ago when he blew his head off with a Nen Bullet, named... Adrian Red!
It's said that he had become a small-time notorious mob boss, the frame shows him writhing on top of his lover, interrupted midway when Razor crashed through the window, grabbed the back of his neck, and killed him like picking up a chick......
"Clap clap clap...." Roy applauded and praised: "Well done."
"I think so too." Razor said with relief, "If my mom knew underground, she'd surely think the same."
"She would." Roy skimmed through Razor's story, suddenly hearing the man say again: "Can I still cut ties with you now?"
At the same time, panel prompts rang in his ears......
[Hint: Your 'potential believer' Razor, bonded with you, 'loyalty' +5]
Roy: "...."
He gave Razor a peculiar look, teasingly smiled at him: "Too late, Ging said the same."
"Hehe hehe..." Razor suppressed his throat with a low laugh, "Really boarded a pirate ship."
"Who says otherwise?"
The boy blinked, his consciousness gradually faded, withdrew from Razor's heart field, via Heart Worm, then into Ging's heart field.
Weibis, in hotel room 7403 by the sea....
A man stood on shoulder of Feicha's parrot, eyes shut tight, consciousness immersed, appeared standing in the wide heart field, staring blankly at the scene, a boy carried a red bead fishing rod, year-round in a green tracksuit, spiky-haired, back facing him, talking with a future bearded-chin self....
After a long time, he softly spoke, facing Roy who materialized beside him: "Honestly, I've thought, for the Zoldyck family to stand at the apex of assassins, to become the world's number one assassin family, their foundations must be extremely deep, but...."