Linked drums, anyone with knowledge of the Thunder God from mythology would recognize them at a glance.
Although Morrow's creation of the linked drums was rather unorthodox, the erudite Ging identified them immediately.
Using over a dozen linked drums as vessels for Divine Script, he then recorded Nen with control properties into them.
By "activating" and "controlling" them, he mimicked the attack patterns of the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva...
One could only say Morrow was having too much fun.
That was Ging's sole impression after watching the video.
Having witnessed Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva firsthand, Ging noted that the release and attack forms of Morrow's Divine Script-linked drums bore a striking resemblance to it.
This was clearly Morrow's intentional imitation.
Recognizing this, Ging couldn't help but marvel at Morrow's creativity; no wonder he had developed an ability like Starlight Convergence.
It seems Morrow is determined to learn all the way through...
In the forest, Ging sat on a tree trunk, looking down at his phone screen.
Even without seeing the specifics of Morrow's situation...
Ging was certain that Morrow was thoroughly engrossed at that moment.
Because he had walked the same path himself.
Amid the seemingly endless, monotonous training, finally crossing the threshold and genuinely experiencing the fascination of Divine Script.
That feeling was still vivid in Ging's memory.
Consciously exploring the creativity of Divine Script, Morrow... with your talent, you'll inevitably become captivated by the 'unknown'... I'll be waiting for you ahead.
A faint smile tugged at Ging's lips as he pressed a button on his phone, exiting the info screen.
Then, details about the "pitch-black drift bottle" flashed through his mind.
His eyes lowered, lost in thought.
If there was a way to stow away, the drift bottle might be one such method.
After all, this object...
Could directly transport entities from the Dark Continent to the Six Continents.
If he could collaborate with Morrow to decipher this drift bottle, whether it would be useful in the future or not, it would at least serve as a backup plan.
Just then, a drunken monkey approached, holding a sun-dried, bowl-shaped fruit shell filled with fragrant fruit wine.
It brought the wine to Ging, hiccupping loudly.
Preoccupied with his thoughts, Ging casually pushed away the fruit wine the monkey offered.
The monkey froze, its eyes widening in anger. "Squeak, squeak squeak!"
No respect?
Ging glanced at it, frowning. "Squeak squeak squeak!"
Keep it up, and I'll kick you down.
The monkey fumed. "Squeak!"
Just try it!
Hearing the monkey's challenge, Ging suddenly snatched the bowl of fruit wine and kicked out.
Thud.
The monkey took the hit, tumbling head over heels off the tree trunk.
"Squeak squeak, squeak squeak squeak!"
This isn't over! When I get back up, I'll finish you!
"Squeak."
Ging paid no mind, mocking the monkey with a retort.
The monkey tribes in this forest settled things with fists. If that monkey climbed back up, he'd just kick it again; that would settle it.
—--
Whale Island.
Morrow had no idea that Ging was currently mingling with a group of monkeys, conversing in their language.
He chuckled at the message Ging had sent, then put away his phone.
Divine Script is quite fascinating.
Morrow attempted to manipulate the Nen clusters surging out from the God-Character Linked Drum again.
After several attempts, his manipulation proficiency visibly skyrocketed.
For a moment, over a dozen Nen clusters wove intricate afterimages before him.
The power was sharp, the speed swift.
Yet under Morrow's precise control, they never collided with each other.
The reason he could achieve this in such a short time was precisely because Morrow had accumulated substantial experience in his cultivation journey.
Whenever it involved Emission and Manipulation, he could generally adapt and master them rapidly.
After playing with it for a while, Morrow eventually grew bored and tossed the God-Character Linked Drum aside, continuing to practice other Divine Script example illustrations from the Divine Script Codex.
He practiced until sunset, then let out a weary sigh.
From morning till night, the mental burden was slightly greater than the physical exertion.
Once I've memorized the foundational modules, progress accelerates.
Morrow stored the Divine Script Codex safely, thinking to himself: When all the Divine Script characters are thoroughly ingrained, I can start attempting improvements. At that time...
Glancing down at the chaotic Divine Script scrawled on the beach, Morrow's eyes gleamed.
Ging could use Divine Script to create an extraordinary Greed Island, but what Morrow envisioned was combining "Divine Script" with "Unexplored Lands."
For instance, utilizing various Divine Script effects to incorporate different abilities within an Unexplored Land.
As long as he could ultimately use Divine Script to resolve the "teleportation" issue, then...
In a way, the Unexplored Land would become an intriguing dungeon.
As the dungeon master, if he could forcibly transport "targets" into the Unexplored Land, that would be quite amusing.
However, he was merely a beginner now; such thoughts were still too distant.
Time to eat.
Morrow set aside these musings and headed toward Mito's tavern.
As he reached the village path, Gon and Killua happened to be returning from the forest.
The three met on the village road.
"Morrow!"
Gon spotted Morrow before Killua did and immediately waved, calling out loudly.
Both of them had seen Morrow's face-changing disguise during the exam.
Additionally, they'd learned from Mito last night about an outsider named Morrow, including the matter of him eating one hundred and one roast whole pigs.
So, they weren't surprised by Morrow's appearance.
Hearing Gon's shout, Morrow naturally wasn't taken aback either.
Kalluto didn't come...
Seeing only Killua beside Gon, Morrow could surmise that Silva had made the same choice as in the original storyline, agreeing to let Killua roam free.
But before consenting, he'd likely still made the "don't betray your friends" pact with Killua.
Because Silva was convinced that Killua would ultimately betray his friends and obediently return home.
This confidence stemmed precisely from the Nen needle in Killua's head.
As for not letting Kalluto continue following Killua, it was probably a consideration to avoid giving Killua an ally.
Though there might be other reasons.
What Morrow found more intriguing was how the Zoldycks, aware that the "Nen needle effect" remained, viewed Illumi's disappearance...
In any case, unless the Zoldycks used the "wishing machine" to investigate the truth, they'd never trace it back to him.
Morrow suppressed these thoughts and walked toward Gon and Killua.
He didn't proactively ask about Kalluto, simply returning to the tavern with Gon and Killua.
The moment he stepped into the tavern, he noticed Mito's unusual gaze fixed upon him.
—--
Yorbian Continent.
Inside a luxurious mansion.
In the opulent corridor stood several well-dressed men and women, their faces etched with anxiety.
They all stared intently at the tightly shut door, anxiously awaiting news.
Meanwhile.
On the large bed inside the room lay an elderly man with a gaunt face and faint, shallow breaths.
The bedside was crowded with various medical instruments.
Kurapika stood calmly by the bed, his raised right hand suspending a Dowsing Chain.
He was preparing to use the ability of "Holy Chain" on the terminally ill old man.
This was the path he had chosen.
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Bonus chapter @400powerstones