Chapter 218: Father and Son's Agreement x World's Evil
Facts proved that there are no ruined fields, only exhausted bulls.
Since Kikyo got pregnant, fearing that intimacy might disturb the fetus, Silva rarely enjoyed a period of leisure.
The afternoon sun was just right. In his study on the west side of the second floor.
Imitating Maha, the man bought a rocking chair and placed it in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Hands crossed on his lower abdomen, quietly sunbathing... At some point, he heard faint footsteps in the corridor, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.
Silva said without looking back, "Back then, your Great-Grandfather also asked me to punch him once."
Roy pushed the door open. "Father, did you?"
"Yes,"
"Got beaten badly." The rocking chair creaked. Silva's silver hair flowed like mercury on the carpet... He opened his eyes faintly, watching the blazing sun outside. Occasionally, a swift cut through the sunlight with a Chirp, gliding towards the mountains. He said nostalgically, "He said from the moment I struck, I was destined not to achieve much, only fit to be... a hitman for life."
Kill for money; if someone can't be killed, it's only because the money isn't enough... The Zoldyck family has its own philosophy of killing, and Silva is the best among them...
Roy grew up listening to his stories, knowing well how formidable his father and grandfather were. But such a person, who built the world's number one assassin family, whose strength stood at the peak of the world, even... able to exchange blows with Neferpitou, Youpi, Shaiapouf, and even the Ant King, was simply defined as a "hitman" by Great-Grandfather. Roy closed the door with his hands behind his back, momentarily speechless.
"At first, I wasn't convinced. I killed one person after another to prove my strength,"
"In the end, I still couldn't block a casual punch from your Great-Grandfather."
With his back to Roy, Silva reached out and caught a green leaf drifting in from the window. Stroking the leaf veins, he said deeply, "I didn't understand why, until—"
"I asked your Grandpa Zzigg in the game, and got the answer,"
Silva pinched his fingers. Nen light flashed, crushing the green leaf into fly ash... With a release of his hand, it drifted towards the mountains... He stood up, turning his back to the sunlight, facing Roy solemnly. "He said no matter how strong individual martial power is, how can it compete with an organization or a country?"
"Only then did I know, whether it's your Great-Grandfather or Grandpa Zzigg, from the day they embarked on the path of [Faith], they were no longer... alone!"
Tap... tap... Footsteps sounded. As Silva's tall body moved, it blocked all the sunlight outside the window.
He walked unhurriedly to Roy and stopped, looking down at him as if knowing his son anew. "The path of [Faith], taking others' 'Nen,' is destined to be a rough and tortuous road. Son... are you really ready?"
"Great-Grandfather asked, now Father asks. Will it be Grandpa's turn next time?"
Roy smiled self-deprecatingly, looking up fearlessly into Silva's majestic eyes. "Yes, Father."
"I will walk it,"
"Not only will I walk it,"
"I also hope to achieve something, for example..."
The boy smiled brilliantly. "Kill [God], replace Him, and show Him a little of the sun's power."
Whoosh~ A gust of wind blew, lifting a corner of the curtain. Occasional playful sunlight bypassed Silva, shining on Roy.
Silva looked at him deeply. His son grew too fast, almost reaching his nose. Maybe soon, he would surpass him...
He was silent for a long while, then laughed low with a suppressed voice, "I look forward to that day immensely, but..."
Silva paused, suddenly erupting with powerful Ren, forming tornadoes of "Nen" enveloping Roy, blowing his black hair backward. Taking a step forward, he pressed, "Before that, pass my test first!"
"Time."
"Three years."
"Too long." Roy's feet nailed to the floor, gripping the ground like a pine tree, motionless. He also erupted with Ren to counteract Silva's impact, smiling. "Father, you know I'm in a hurry... always seizing the day, so..."
"How about one year!"
One year... Silva's gaze became dangerous. He took another step forward. "Aura" like an ocean, intending to crush Roy right there. Narrowing his eyes, he said, "Just gained some skill and want to float,"
"Has anyone told you, you are very... arrogant?"
Creak... Ren against Ren, "Nen storms" surging and colliding, clashing like metal, making tooth-aching screeching sounds. Roy smiled at Silva, taking a step forward too, pushing hard against the man. "Above heaven and under earth, I alone am honored. Father..."
"You must know, arrogance is the true color of the sun."
Scorching red light suddenly surged from the boy's body...
The air ignited, heat waves surging, boiling, forming a steam dragon baring fangs and claws, pouncing straight at Silva's face!
Silva vaguely smelled a familiar scent, just like the punch Maha casually threw at him back then, condensing the power of millions of beings. The man vaguely... saw many faces inside this steam dragon.
Some he knew, like Gotoh, like Kastro. Some he didn't, like the Nine Hashira led by Gyomei Himejima, the Uchiha led by Setsuna Uchiha, the Naga led by Vashj, the Kobolds led by Old Kohler... and so on...
Silva's eyes flashed with brilliant light. Raising his hand again, he showed his fist, punching straight at the steam dragon!
Roy seemed to return instantly to the day he begged his father to help open his aura nodes. Same dominance, same unreasonableness, same thunderous strike. Only... compared to his immature self back then, he finally saw Silva's [Visualization Object]. It was [Power], the [Power] where great strength works miracles, the [Power] unyielding and never submitting. It was barbaric and domineering, cold and never reasoning with others, just like Silva... always believing only in his body tempered to the extreme, aiming straight for... the peak of individual martial power!
One punch, just a punch wrapped in Ko, hitting the dragon head squarely, breaking through the boiling steam, violently hitting Roy's chest, shattering the Ko protecting his heart, instantly... knocking him flying!
Bang! Crashing through the door, breaking through heavy walls, landing in a utility room deep in the castle piled with various sundries. Crack~ The wall cracked like a spider web, with a huge human-shaped pit in the middle...
Messy was the second floor of the castle at this moment. Silva maintained his punching posture, not retracting his hand immediately, just saying faintly, "Stop acting."
Pop~ A sound like a water mirror shattering...
A leisurely chuckle came from behind the man... [Genjutsu] shattered...
In the blood-red eyes, three ink-black tomoe slowly rotated... Silva turned abruptly... The steam dragon just now, including his punch wrapped in Ko, dissipated like flowers in a mirror or moon in water...
He still stood in the study. The door and walls were intact. Only the boy... at some point, had moved to the window, lying next to his rocking chair. Relaxed, looking nothing like someone who took a punch and vomited blood. He said, "This rocking chair is really comfortable. No wonder Father and Great-Grandfather like it. I'll have Gotoh get me one later."
The corner of Silva's mouth twitched imperceptibly, then returned to his usual stern and unsmiling appearance. Walking over expressionlessly, watching Milluki training with Canary in the garden with Roy, he said faintly, "Nice Genjutsu."
"Still couldn't fool Father?" Roy dispelled the Sharingan, clasping his hands behind his head, lying back. "Father, honestly, I've wanted to beat you up for a long time."
"That's very arrogant."
Silva smiled, a very ferocious smile. "Me too."
Roy tilted his head. "Since when?"
"Since you sent dreams, toying with me."
Roy: "..."
"Sorry, I was arrogant. Next time..." The boy smiled brightly at Silva. "I'll make sure Father doesn't even know he's dreaming."
"Mm." Silva put his hands in his pockets, muscles on his thick arms bulging like dragons. He said the same thing, "One year. One year later... pray I don't beat you to death."
"Heh heh heh..." Suppressed low laughter echoed. Father and son, on this sunny afternoon, calculated their future. Locking eyes suddenly, faint electric arcs exploded!
Just then, Creeak~ the door pushed open. Another person walked in holding a document. Tsubone, swinging her two pink ponytails, looked at Roy, then at Silva. The one who should be lying was standing, the one who should be standing was lying. Who is the father, who is the son? At this moment, it seemed inverted...
"Master, the intelligence you wanted." The old butler pushed up her glasses impassively, bowing to Silva.
Silva said in a muffled voice, "Show it to him."
Tsubone: "Yes."
Turning her hand, she handed the document. "Young Master, this is relevant intelligence on Meteor City. Please take a look."
Roy looked at Silva silently, took it, flipped through it carefully, and frowned immediately. Keenly discovering... Meteor City at this point in time seemed... to deviate greatly from the one in his memory.
According to the original story's description of Meteor City... it was a black zone once controlled by the Council of Elders, later taken over by the Phantom Troupe. The strongest... were just mature spiders, Squadron Leader scorpion ant Zazan level, but...
Looking at it now, the Council of Elders formed by various elders, none were simple. The powerful ones even... vaguely showed shadows of the V5, Kakin, and other great powers... Roy's face was heavy, knowing the water in Meteor City was far more complex than he thought.
Especially...
When Roy vaguely sensed a trace of Nen ability similar to Morena's [Etude of Love], suspected to be [Faith] "Preaching" on some of them... Before the boy could react looking at Silva, Tsubone beside him said, "The Grand Master recently ordered the Master to investigate some people. These people all have a unified characteristic: they are all [Propagation-type] Nen users without exception."
"Some sell drugs, like that Guzman, unscrupulously peddling [Candy], actually a stimulant. Eating it briefly stimulates human potential, but essentially at the cost of overdrafting life, becoming harvestable objects in Guzman's hands."
Roy held the document, seeing Guzman. A boy with deep green hair, quite youthful, soft body, cheeks dotted with freckles... looking harmless, unexpectedly hiding a man-eating beast under the weak appearance!
Note: Member of the Meteor City Council of Elders, serving as the Third Elder. Suspected to be colluding with the Saherta United States, responsible for testing drugs for certain pharmaceutical companies!
(Note: V5... Saherta United States, reference [USA + Mexico]
Ochima Federation, reference [Half East Asia + Southeast Asia]
Begorosse United Nations, reference [Australia]
Kukanyu Kingdom, reference [Brazil + Venezuela + Colombia + Peru]
Minbo Republic, reference [West Africa])
"And..." Tsubone noticed Roy turning to the next page, gaze fixed on a woman nicknamed "Whip of Lust" with fiery red hair and a seductive figure with large breasts. She continued introducing, "Fifth Elder Selena, Nen ability [Thorn Dopamine]. Suspected to be related to flesh trade. A few days ago, seen having an affair with Punk Pader, the personal butler of Odoro Spencer, Minister of General Affairs of the Begorosse United Nations..."
"Often relying on kidnapping young girls and transporting them externally to win favor from the upper class..."
Then... [Human Collector] George Wood, skilled in skinning and boning, backed by the Kukanyu Kingdom...
[Parasite] Ohtsuka Yu, backed by the Ochima Federation...
[Blood Diamond] Meyer Willis, backed by Minbo...
And... "Bolton, killed by Young Master not long ago, backed by Kakin..."
Tsubone listed the various forces in Meteor City. The worst were merely the "Ten Dons" controlling the Shadow Beasts unit...
She stopped talking, leaving the boy and his father beside him in a long silence.
"Do you believe in light?" Roy suddenly remembered what he just said to his Great-Grandfather. It seemed... his simple thought of bringing a ray of light to Meteor City wasn't so easily realized.
All bustle in the world is for profit... "Roy,"
Silva broke the silence faintly, looking deeply at the boy. "Everyone in Meteor City never belongs to themselves. This includes... your mother."
Mom... Mom born in Meteor City, his mother... Roy had never heard Kikyo talk about her past since childhood, nor heard a word from Silva or Zeno. If he hadn't traveled through and knew the original story, maybe he would never know until death.
"A bit difficult, Father." The boy took a deep breath, frankly revealing his thoughts.
Facing V5 plus Kakin is equivalent to facing the "Evil" of the world!
Indeed, a place called the "World's Garbage Dump," not an inch of land is... benevolent!
So... "Are you afraid?"
"Afraid... of course afraid." Roy narrowed his eyes. "I'm really afraid I can't beat them to death!"
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