In this unique Nen space, they regarded each other as whetstones for sharpening their skills.
But only Morrow knew...
When this Nen space unfolded, the true beneficiary could only be himself.
Thank you.
The Third Princess of Kukan'yu Kingdom.
Please, do hold on a little longer.
Morrow silently thought to himself, not minding adding another layer of pressure to his "training."
If you want a fair duel, then have it...
Morrow gathered his aura and struck.
He recklessly expended his Nen, allowing his thoughts to freely direct the flow of his aura.
He wasn't entirely sure whether the "countless" experiences gained here would translate into bodily experience once the Nen space dissolved.
But regardless, he wouldn't waste such a rare opportunity.
Nen techniques were arguably what Morrow lacked most at the moment.
If he could compensate for this, he could immediately begin addressing the Death Threshold.
Whoosh!
A surge of energy swept through like a tidal wave, shattering Eve's body once again.
Even though Morrow had given her the fairness she desired, the outcome remained unchanged each time.
Again and again, Eve died, revived, died...
Time seemed to lose all meaning within this space.
Neither Morrow nor Eve bothered to count how many times they had repeated this cycle.
They only cared about the changes and growth each encounter brought them.
Eve could clearly feel...
Every time the violent energy tore her body apart, the sensation of death relentlessly stimulated her nerves.
Her body grew increasingly sensitive, as if it could vividly "remember" every moment of destruction.
Even though she remained in a passive, defensive state, her precision in controlling Nen visibly improved at an astonishing rate.
Compared to this, what did countless shatterings and beheadings matter?
The excitement in Eve's heart never ceased; it only intensified.
She reveled in it, madly enjoying the tangible progress and improvement that came from being slaughtered by Morrow.
This emotion seemed to act as a catalyst.
The aura around her grew more stable, and her manipulation of Nen gradually became smoother.
"This is exactly the result I wanted."
Eve's voice brimmed with unconcealable excitement, her ruby-like eyes gleaming with near-maddened brilliance.
Morrow paid no attention to her words, treating them as mere mutterings to herself.
Yet his prolonged silence did nothing to dampen Eve's soaring enthusiasm.
Eve had already realized something.
Whether it was awakening and developing her Nen ability under extreme pressure earlier or now letting her heightened emotions drive her actions...
As long as she let her "personality" take the lead, she could unleash the full potential of her Nen.
After yet another cycle of death and revival, Eve no longer suppressed her emotions, laughing wildly without a care for appearances.
With this laughter, she charged at Morrow like a madwoman.
But Morrow keenly noticed that despite Eve's outwardly frenzied appearance, the distribution of Nen across her body was remarkably balanced.
She's growing too, walking the same path I once took...
Morrow's eyelids lowered slightly as he instantly leaped into the air, evading Eve's frenzied assault. Then, utilizing his increasingly proficient "Ryu" mid-air, he followed through with a kick, sending a condensed and stable Shooting Star shooting from his toes that pierced straight through Eve's skull.
Thud!
Eve collapsed instantly, her body hitting the ground with a heavy thud as she became a lifeless corpse.
Morrow landed from mid-air, firmly imprinting the sensation he'd just experienced.
Good. This smooth, effortless feeling... I've never had it before.
He clearly sensed the evolution and progress in his Nen technique, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly as his smile deepened.
Heh, heheh...
This power called Nen... it's truly fascinating!
Morrow lowered his head slightly, emitting a low chuckle.
He understood that this Nen space, born from Nen ability, was something Eve had created to fulfill her own desires.
This reminded him of when he'd first developed his "Starlight Convergence" ability.
Similarly, it had been to fulfill a need...
This seemed to be the very purpose of Nen's existence.
Its upper limits, born from human imagination, often responded to human desires.
Because of desire, Eve had obtained what she wanted, but in doing so, she'd also unwittingly furthered Morrow's goals.
A moment later, Eve revived once more, lifting her eyes to see Morrow chuckling darkly.
I see.
No wonder there wasn't the slightest trace of impatience in him.
Because he was enjoying this too.
"It must be... fate that made me "choose" you."
With an odd sense of emotion, Eve tilted her head back slightly, spreading her arms with effortless ease as if standing in an endless wilderness, unreservedly welcoming the embrace of the breeze.
She didn't know how much longer she could "persist."
But she would treat each attempt as her last, carrying this mindset to leave the threshold of her initial steps into the Nen World far behind her; the farther, the better.
As time passed, Eve experienced countless revivals.
Though she had grown considerably in many aspects, she still couldn't lay a finger on Morrow, let alone kill him.
Perhaps Nen's power had no upper limit, but human capability was ultimately finite.
So even though Eve had resisted the negative effects of countless deaths with her near-manic enthusiasm, she still had to face the inevitable result of "running out of energy."
Without any warning, the Nen space abruptly collapsed.
—--
Morrow and Eve returned to the cold, silent tomb chamber.
The moment reality reasserted itself, Eve felt as if all strength had been drained from her body, collapsing weakly and gracelessly to the ground.
The Eye of Truth card that had been between her fingers had vanished without a trace.
"The feeling of losing "power"... doesn't seem as bad as I imagined."
Eve sat slumped on the ground, a composed smile on her face.
After her ability ended, she would be forced into a state of "Zetsu"—it might last a month, three months, or even longer.
In her current state, if she were to bear the cost of the harp sonata again, death would be all but certain.
Just then, footsteps echoed through the tomb chamber.
Morrow walked up to Eve, the dim glow of the eternal pearl in the niche casting a large shadow over her.
"If you die now, it'll be for real."
Morrow looked down at Eve, his tone so calm it betrayed no emotion whatsoever.
Eve tilted her head slightly, unfazed as she asked, "Are you going to kill me?"
...
Morrow remained silent, giving her a long, deep look. What a madwoman, acting without any consideration for the consequences.
No.
Perhaps she simply didn't care about the immediate outcome, even if this situation would force her to face true death...
"How did you get that card?"
Morrow didn't continue the previous topic, instead asking about the origin of the Eye of Truth card.
Eve didn't answer immediately, carefully studying the face so close to hers.
Only when she noticed a trace of impatience flicker between Morrow's brows did she slowly reply.
"I bought it. Cost me fifty billion Jenny."
"..."