Hunter x Hunter: The Zoldyck Family's Legendary Item Master

Zipanian, without reservation, used himself as an example, saying, "'Nen' also has levels that can be broken through."

"I don't know about others, but as far as I'm concerned, the more levels I break through, the more powerful the vehicles I can manifest will become."

"Of course, this is also related to the fact that I incorporated the characteristics of the era into my own Nen ability."

"From motorcycles to cars to airplanes, as long as the times progress, the quality of my Nen ability will improve accordingly. One day, it's not impossible that I might even be able to materialize ships."

A sudden realization dawned on Sean, and he thought of Hisoka. His Nen abilities, "Bungee Gum" and "Flimsy Illusion," were undoubtedly products of refining and breaking through the limits of Nen, combined with characteristics such as "flexibility" and "lies."

In other words, in the original work, Miss Renko was able to perfectly restore Salazar, who had been dismembered, to her original state.

"Is it because she incorporated characteristics like 'stitching' or 'healing' into her 'Nen' ability?" Sean guessed.

Ziponian shook his head: "'Healing' is unlikely, but 'mending' is possible."

"I can sense that woman's 'spirit,' but its quality isn't very high; it's roughly between 'first-level breakthrough' and 'second-level breakthrough.'"

"Is that so?" Sean got the answer he wanted, stretched, and waved for Zipo Nian to go down.

"Tell Salazar to go to work after tomorrow's performance."

Zipo Nian understood, placed her right hand on her chest in a gesture of respect, opened the door, and went out.

The faint arc of light from the electrons faded away. The scene without Sean was in the cabin on the back hill.

Netero took off his glasses, glanced at Jag, and said, "Heh heh heh, you Zoldycks aren't behaving yourselves."

"The old man himself set a rule that his descendants were not allowed to come into contact with any knowledge related to 'recitation' before the age of twelve."

"If I remember correctly, Sean is only 11 years old."

"At 11 years old, if you don't build a solid physical foundation, you start learning to read. That's putting the cart before the horse," these are Mahathir's exact words.

Jag understood what Netero meant, poured fresh tea into the cup in front of him, and smiled, saying, "I know you're angry, but don't be angry yet."

"We both know that cultivating both 'body' and 'life' is the correct path of cultivation, but the key issue is..."

"Netero, don't you think Sean is going too far?"

Jag couldn't help but sigh: "'Sex' is the 'essence' of the body, and life is the 'essence' of 'mental power'."

"Sean was born with his pores open, making him a natural 'Nen user.' In addition, he broke through the first physical barrier at the age of ten, achieving what even a thirty-year-old adult might not be able to do."

Even if his father wanted to keep him in check, he was powerless to do so.

“It’s not just that.” Netero took a sip of tea and looked at him meaningfully. “The old man is very concerned about his reputation. Unless something special happens, given his personality, he would never make a decision that would contradict himself.”

That's why people say, "The one who understands you better than yourself is your opponent." Netero, as the only man who challenged Maha and escaped unscathed, truly deserves to have Maha's personality figured out.

Jage smiled without saying a word.

Netero glanced at him sideways, then raised his voice and laughed, "Heh heh~ Looks like I was right."

"Stop playing riddles with me. We've known each other for decades, Juggernaut. The moment you take your pants off, I know exactly what kind of shit you're going to take."

The chairman slammed his cup on the table and said confidently, "We've seen it all. Go ahead and tell me, you can't scare me."

“That’s true.” Jage shook his head and muttered to himself, “It’s just learning ‘Water Transformation’ in seconds, it’s nothing in your eyes.”

"Damn it! Beans, let's go!" Netero glared at Jag: "Old man, you're all talking nonsense!"

"'Turning the water' tests endurance and focus. Even the old man back then couldn't have done this level without months of honing his skills!"

So, "Clang!"

"What the hell are you talking to him about!" The cabin door was kicked open from the outside, and Maha rolled up his sleeves and stormed in. Who does this brat think he is?

"Do you think my grandson is better than your beastly son Yang De? He's a complete waste!"

Chapter 48 Sean's Viciousness X A Final Meeting

"Ho ho, the old man's here!"

Netero wasn't angry at all when his son was scolded. He smiled and looked at the old man Maha, who was practically spitting on him. He looked at him coldly and said, "Don't try to fool me, brat."

"The old man is just old, not hard of hearing. Just because he's never eaten pork doesn't mean he can't stand seeing pigs run."

"Please calm down, sir. I didn't mean to question you." Netero, employing a strategy of gentle persuasion, poured Maha a cup of tea and said, "You were just scared, weren't you? Someone can learn something like 'water-turning' in a second."

"Forgive me for living all these years in vain, but this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it."

“Not only you, but my father and I are also meeting for the first time,” Jegra said, pulling Maha down to sit.

Maha snorted coldly, took a sip of the tea Netero handed him, and calmed down: "I say, kid, this is only because I'm giving my son face. Otherwise, do you think you could have walked into Kukuro Mountain unscathed?"

"Hehehe~ You're so magnanimous." Netero chuckled. Jag took the opportunity to say a few kind words on his behalf.

Once the old man's anger subsided, he didn't sit down but instead lay down in the rocking chair, skillfully pulling out an H-manga, "Brother, Be Gentle," from his pocket and began reading it with great interest.

Netero and Jag exchanged a glance. The latter smiled awkwardly and explained, "This is called doing whatever you want without overstepping the bounds."

Netero chuckled dryly, "I understand."

His lips twitched subtly. He knew that at this moment, saying nothing was the best solution, so he simply pretended not to see anything and quietly picked up the "surveillance glasses" and put them on his face.

It was now 7:30 PM, half an hour before the appointed time with a certain little spider.

Sean shouted from inside the house, signaling Ziponian to open the door; a faint arc of electronic light flashed and disappeared.

The "surveillance glasses" reconnected. Netero saw Sean again through Ziponian's perspective.

"Young Master, are you planning to meet that child?" The agreed meeting place was at the clock tower, and Zi Po Nian had clearly noticed the note that Kuroro had given to Sean.

Sean pursed his lips: "Do you think I can just disappear like that?"

"This is their territory after all. We can't find them in the clock tower, so we can't let them climb in through the window."

The old housekeeper clearly didn't realize what kind of extreme and stubborn group of kids she was referring to.

In the original work, Chrollo was able to lead the Phantom Troupe to hunt down the murderer of Sarassa for so many years. Anyone with a brain would know that every single one of them was someone who would not give up until they achieved their goal.

“We don’t have to see them.” Ziponian adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said calmly, “As long as we kill them all, we won’t have to see them.”

"Hiss—" Sean's eyelids twitched. He hadn't expected Ziponian to have such a cold-blooded side. Sure enough, the Zoldyck family, from top to bottom, was only gentle to their own people.

"Unfortunately, there's no need for that." Sean waved his hand with his back to Ziponian, squinted at the bright moon streaming through the window, and said softly, "There are plenty of extreme and stubborn people in the world; one more won't make a difference."

Besides, does that mean I won't be stubborn just because he's stubborn? Does that mean I won't be extreme just because he's extreme?

The boy's lips curled upwards, and he turned his head, giving Ziponian a big smile: "Relax~ I have experience dealing with perverts. Just be more perverted than him."

Even more perverted? Ziponian suddenly thought of Illumi and laughed. "Of course. Young Master is indeed very experienced in this area."

But, “More perverted than a pervert. Isn’t Sean a bit too violent?” Netero heard their conversation, frowned, and caught Jaeger’s attention.

"The video feed is working?"

“Hmm.” Netero glanced at Maha, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t.

Maha, appreciating the 'art', said without looking up, "Spit it out. This old man is magnanimous and won't let your two or three words of nonsense break my defenses."

"Hehe. Even the old man knows the word 'breakdown,' you're getting younger and younger~" Netero, always ready to flatter, gave himself an extra layer of protection and said with a smile: "Young people are full of vigor and anger, so be careful not to get angry. As people get older, they tend to be cunning and calculating, so be careful not to be treacherous."

"Grandpa, I didn't mean anything by it, I just feel that Sean should be reined in a bit at this age, and we shouldn't let him indulge his desires excessively, especially his lust for killing."

"You little brat, you're making veiled accusations, aren't you?" Maha peeked out from behind the H-manga, glanced at him, and sneered, "Are you worried that Sean will grow up to be crooked? Or are you mocking my Zoldyck family's poor upbringing?"

"What restraint?" H-man snapped shut, and Maha sat up, unabashedly mocking Netero, "Take a look at yourself first, kid!"

"The Hunter Association has dominated the continent for so many years, how many shady things have they done behind the scenes? I don't need to remind you, do I?"

"Of course, if you really can't remember, you might as well tell me first, how did that kid Jade die?"

Maha clicked his tongue: "Tsk~ The Hunter Association's 'Anbu' chairman, V5 Dirty Gloves, didn't die at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of his own best friend. How ironic~"

Netero: "."

You're really bringing up the very thing you don't want to talk about, aren't you? You old man, when it comes to that kid Sean, you really won't let anyone say a bad word about him.

The conference president's face darkened, and he silently shifted his gaze.

Seeing this, Maha chuckled, beckoned to Jag, and gestured for him to hand over the surveillance glasses. He flipped them over and put them on. And you know what? The brat's been away from home for two days, and he actually missed him.

"Sizzle~" A faint arc of electricity flashed. The old man's vision reflected Sean's slightly chubby handsome face.

After giving Ziponian a reassuring smile, the boy walked to the window, leaned against it, and idly admired the moonlight.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a mosquito emerging from the corner of the wall, suddenly running into a spider web. Sean's lips twitched, and with his back to Zipo Nian, he chuckled and said, "Zipo Nian, it seems our 'guest' has arrived."

The wall lamps in the church aisle cast a dim yellow light. The old butler squinted, gazing into the distance.

A slender figure, all alone, slowly approached. Her calm eyes, so serene, always sent a strange shiver down one's spine whenever one looked at her.

"Tap tap." The soft sound of his flat leather boots on the floor was particularly loud in the quiet night.

Finally, Kuroro stopped in front of the door, looked up at Zipanian, a pink-haired silverback gorilla that was five or six times his size, and expressionlessly stepped aside: "Young Master, I'll wait for you inside."

The young spider leader nodded without saying a word, stepped through the heavy wooden door, and his bangs swayed in the wind. In a daze, it was as if he had stepped into a new world!

"Sean, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Chapter 49: Ruthless to the point of killing even himself - The official debut of the Sharingan.

Sean?

"It seems Salazar has told you quite a bit about me."

Sean wasn't surprised at all that his name had been revealed. He turned and glanced at Kuroro, holding up two fingers: "First of all, there's no question of waiting long; I never intended to see you anyway."

"Secondly, it's 7:50 PM now, you're too early."

"I went to the clock tower," Kuroro said in a muffled voice. "I didn't see you there."

"And then?" Sean crossed his arms and gave a cold laugh. "You invited me, so I have to keep my appointment, right?"

"May I ask who you are to me?"

Kuroro remained silent. His lowered eyelids twitched, and he bent his knees.

With a "thump," he suddenly knelt down in front of Sean and said expressionlessly, "I need power."

"We need a force that can protect everyone."

“Machi told me that you, like Miss Renko, have glowing bodies and are both legendary ‘Nen users’.”