My clone invades all realms

The luxurious penthouse features huge floor-to-ceiling windows that showcase the city's nighttime cityscape.

Luo Ya emerged from the restroom, now dressed in a well-tailored black suit. The fabric clung to his body, outlining smooth yet powerful lines.

The maid had already disposed of the clothes they were wearing.

Vivia leaned against the bar, swirling a glass of red wine in her hand.

Her gaze was instantly drawn to Luo Ya's appearance.

"It fits perfectly."

Vivia made no attempt to hide her admiration.

This outfit perfectly accentuated Luo Ya's气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament).

Her courage to call out to Luo Ya under those circumstances and even propose cooperation was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

At that time, all the armed men in the villa were dealt with, and as long as Luo Ya stepped out the door, she would be safe.

But she chose to speak up, keeping someone who could easily take her life by her side.

This is a gamble.

Roya's abilities were the first cornerstone of her decision.

He single-handedly turned the tables and killed his own group of experienced veterans.

This is not something an ordinary person can do; this kind of ability is precisely what she currently lacks the most.

She had heard that the gang supported an organization called "Shadow Beasts," whose members all possessed abilities beyond common sense.

But that level of power is beyond her current reach and control.

The appearance of Roya perfectly filled the gap in high-end combat power around her.

Secondly, it's his face.

Vivia's gaze lingered on the contours of his face for a few seconds.

Strangely, I didn't seem to care too much about this face at first.

But as Roya walked out of that house, the allure of his face was amplified infinitely.

Even if Luo Ya didn't have those skills, she would still be willing to find a way to keep him by her side as a pleasing collectible just for his face.

Of course, with strength, the value is completely different.

Luo Ya ignored Vivia's scrutiny and walked straight to the sofa, sitting down. His weight caused the soft sofa to sink slightly.

"Let's get down to business," Luo Ya said, getting straight to the point.

Luo Ya was already used to such undisguised gazes of desire, and therefore couldn't be bothered to give them any extra attention.

They're all people who lust after his body; they're despicable.

Vivia seemed oblivious to Roya's coldness. She put down her wine glass, took long strides, and walked over gracefully.

Instead of sitting opposite him, she naturally wanted to sit directly on Luo Ya's lap, her slender white fingers already poised to rest on his chest.

"We can discuss anything you want."

Luo Ya didn't speak, but simply reached out and used two fingers to press against Vivia's waist, preventing her from getting any closer, and then gently pushed her away.

Vivia took a half step back using the force, regaining her balance.

There was no embarrassment on her face; instead, her smile widened.

"Don't do anything unnecessary," Roya said coldly.

He stated his requirements.

"I need a knife, and information about the Hunter Exam, the more detailed the better. I can help you deal with some troubles before you take the exam."

"In exchange, I need payment for every task I complete."

In this world, you can't get anywhere without money.

"You're leaving?" Vivia grasped the key point, her tone revealing obvious displeasure at the fact that Roya would eventually leave.

"We're just business partners," Roya reminded her.

"Okay." Vivia licked her lips lightly, a gesture that gave her a strange allure.

She turned around, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, turned her back to Luo Ya, and looked down at the city lights below.

"The Mobila family sounds prestigious, but in reality, it's a giant cesspool of poison."

Her voice drifted over.

"All children with the surname Mobila, from the moment of their birth, are like poisonous insects thrown into a basin. We are kept in captivity, given resources, and then encouraged to fight and devour each other. Only the strongest and most ruthless one who survives to the end can become the new head of the family."

Roya's eyes flickered; the succession war of the Kakin Dynasty seemed to follow a similar pattern.

Vivia continued, "Now, my good brothers and sisters, as well as a group of uncles and elders eyeing the position of family head, have all started to take action. Everyone is eliminating the wings of their rivals and building up their own power."

"I need you to be my blade, to help me cut off those pesky claws."

Roya nodded: "As long as there are no hunters among the opponents, it shouldn't be a big problem."

For ordinary people, Luo Ya has absolute confidence.

As long as he doesn't fall into a desperate situation where he's constantly under heavy firepower, he can pick off the opponents one by one.

But Nen users are different; they exist in another dimension.

He wasn't sure if he could handle it.

"Hunter..." Vivia hesitated, "That's hard to say. In this world, as long as you can afford it, many hunters are willing to accept any commission. If my relatives find that ordinary methods can't deal with you, they will definitely spare no expense to hire hunters."

"In that case, I'll consider abandoning the mission," Roya said bluntly. "My life is more important than any deal."

Of course, if they really did encounter one, Roya would also like to test the difference between himself and a Nen user. But he didn't need to tell Vivia about that.

"Don't worry, I won't send you to your death." Vivia turned around, a confident smile on her face. "Your value far exceeds the success or failure of a single mission."

"Don't forget my request," Roya said.

"Of course," Vivia replied with a smile, then walked to a wall on one side of the room.

She pressed a button in an inconspicuous spot on the wall, and the wall silently slid open to the sides, revealing a metallic-looking secret room.

"The knife is very simple."

Inside the sealed room, all kinds of weapons were neatly displayed, from cold weapons to firearms.

What kind do you want?

"Sturdy and durable." Roya's requirements were simple: there were no demons here, so there was no need for special materials like the Nichirin Blade.

Vivia took a simple black longsword from the weapon rack. The scabbard was made of plain wood and had no extra decorations.

She threw the knife to Roya.

Roya caught it with one hand and drew his sword.

The blade reflected a dark luster under the light, without any patterns, only a straight blood groove.

Luo Ya waved his hand casually.

A soft tearing sound came from the air.

He walked to an expensive solid wood coffee table next to him, flicked his wrist, and a flash of light appeared as the knife passed by.

No sound.

The upper part of the coffee table slid down slowly along a smooth cut and landed on the expensive carpet.

The cut is as smooth as a mirror.

"Not bad." Roya sheathed his sword.

"As for information about the Hunter Exam," Vivia's expression became more serious, "the Hunter Association has a very high level of secrecy, especially regarding the exam location, which changes every year. Getting the exact location in advance requires a huge investment of time and resources."

"However, the approximate start time of the exam is roughly the same every year."

"Notify me when you find the location and specific time." Luo Ya wasn't in a hurry.

As far as he knew, there were three ways to acquire Nen abilities.

One way is to pass the hunter exam, after which the association will assign a specialist to provide guidance.

Secondly, go to the Sky Arena, endure Nen attacks during the battle, and forcibly open the pores.

Third, pay someone with Nen abilities to activate Nen for you.

The first option is the safest, while the latter two are extremely risky.

"So, do you have something to do now?" Roya placed the newly acquired knife beside him and looked at Vivia.

Vivia walked to her desk, took a brown paper file bag from the drawer, and handed it to Roya.

"It's no accident that Kubia was able to take that money from my territory."

"Someone is plotting behind the scenes, trying to weaken me and test my limits with this incident. I need you to deal with them thoroughly."