"According to the young master's request, this time it's two million volts, the standard is still the old rule, two minutes. Young master, please bear with it."
Inside the training room.
Roy swiftly took off his shirt, revealing a body of well-defined muscles.
Luke, holding the electric stick, was reporting to him while sneakily glancing at him, feeling a strange illusion in his heart...'The young master seems to have grown taller and stronger after not seeing him for a few days.'
Like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, suddenly shooting up, growing so fast.
Luke was perceptive enough to notice that compared to a few days ago, Roy's "constitution" had indeed doubled. Even though he was controlling the speed of absorbing "life energy," it's inevitable that some changes would be perceptible.
"Go ahead." The young man stood with hands on his hips, feet glued to the floor, standing perfectly straight.
Luke apologized, "Sorry, young master."
With a push of the electric stick, aided by the "Divine Characters," electrical sparks exploded, blinding everyone in sight.
"Squeak~" Illumi pushed the door open and came in, noticing the scene, and silently counted...ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes...Wait, why hasn't he passed out yet?
Roy stood there calmly, as if he felt nothing, letting the current surge through his body, unmoving, not even uttering a grunt.
This is, as if he's seen a ghost!
"Young master, you've passed."
Two minutes had passed, and Luke's hands started trembling.
"Continue. I didn't say stop, so don't you dare stop."
This... Luke gritted his teeth and increased the output of his "Telekinesis," the numbers on the electric stick jumped to "2.1 million volts."
"Are you not eating? Continue."
The numbers then jumped to "2.2 million volts."
"More! Let me see your limit!"
"Young master, you're forcing me!"
"Illumi young master, you're here too, be my witness!"
Maximizing his "Telekinesis," Luke let out a low roar, releasing his [Ren], and in an instant, the numbers jumped to "3 million volts"!
The young butler went all out...it was as if a sudden "thunderclap" sprang from the ground!
The electric light formed into a ball and exploded...Roy finally staggered back two steps and fell down...
A heated Luke looked at Illumi with reddened eyes, "Young master, how many volts do you want?"
Illumi remained silent...
For a while,
"I'm still the same, one million volts...吧...."
"Sizzle...."
The electric stick came forth, and darkness fell....
Two hours later, two heads groggily woke up in the garden, looked at each other, and simultaneously turned away.
On the grass in the middle lay a Milluki pig...but it was just something Luke did following his stints with Roy and Illumi.
"Three million volts can't prove your strength, it only shows you have high electrical resistance."
A gust of wind blew through, swaying the willow branches, Illumi croaked hoarsely, "In the end, Nen users should still focus on Nen. If I used [Ten] to defend, I could withstand it too."
Roy said nothing, he just turned his head around, staring directly at him and said, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Roy directly closed his eyes.
"Am I wrong?"
"Shut up!"
"Okay."
The world grew quiet...
Until dusk, as the sun set, casting a glow in the sky.
Roy finally regained his senses and was the first to crawl out of the pit, shaking off his dirt-covered body.
Hearing the commotion, Milluki squealed and opened his eyes, lifted his head to look at him, then glanced at Illumi. With a "ugh" sound, he got up from the ground, trotted over to Illumi, and dropped his pants to his ankles, then squatted down...
"Are you asking for death?"
"Bang!" The dirt exploded, and Illumi jumped out of the pit, grabbed Milluki, and dragged him toward the training room.
"Still not enough electricity!"
Roy could vaguely hear the distressed voice of the young man, standing under the willow tree, quietly watching the sunset being swallowed by the darkness, and after a moment, started walking back to his bedroom.
The corridor of the castle was already lit, the dim light stretched the young man's shadow long and far. At one point, he paused, bowed modestly forward.
Maha was standing by the window appreciating the night view, he turned back, smiling as he waved him over.
Roy hurriedly took a few steps towards him, the old man pinched his arm, nodded with satisfaction, "You've been out for a few days, haven't missed your meals, now that you're back, remember to cook more meals, look at how the old man has gotten thin, can't even get hard in the morning..."
Hmm...maybe it's for other reasons that he's not getting hard?
Roy pretended not to hear Maha's explicit remark, nodded, "Okay."
"Hmm...remember to cut some sausage into the dishes, Grandpa Jager likes to eat it..."
"Alright.....! Who?" Roy suddenly looked towards Maha.
The old man leaned against the window sill, gazing at Kukuroo Mountain, repeated, "Your Grandpa Jager."
Then he waved his hand listlessly, "Go and prepare, someone will come to find you tomorrow."
Roy: "...."
Gave him a deep look: "Yes."
Brushed past his shoulder, rounded the corner, and vanished....
After he left, the shadows in a dim corner began to move, revealing white hair and white beard... Zeno put his hands behind his back, walked to the window, standing where Roy had stood, accompanying Maha in appreciating the night view, whispered, "Grandpa, isn't it a bit too early?"
"There's a lot of ways to learn [Ren] at home, no need to ask the father to step in right away...."
'This is a privilege that only family inheritors have,' the former patriarch of the Zoldyck Family left unsaid, but he believed grandpa understood the implication.
National law, family rule, everyone inside and out adhered to the rules, this large family never fell into disorder, the prerequisite being——
"I'm the rule!" Maha glared at Zeno, "Can't reach, squat."
Zeno froze, "Grandpa, I have grandsons too, could you just..."
"I don't care if you have grandsons or not? Squat!"
"...Yes.... " Zeno squatted down with his hands on his head, Maha raised his hand and lightly thumped him, causing a buzzing sound in his head...
The old man angrily said, "Rules are dead, humans are alive, back then it was just you and Silva in the family, your father had no choice, now...What, can't you produce more white hair, giving up the family?"
"Silva is trying."
"Go to hell!" Maha kicked Zeno over: "Decision is made like this, anyone who's not satisfied, tell them to come find me...the old man wants to see if you all have grown any backbone over these years!"
"Bang!" The small room's door closed with a heavy thud.
Maha disappeared.
Zeno dusted himself off, turned over from the ground, stood quietly in the doorway for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of Roy's bedroom for a moment, shook his head, and ambled back to his own room.
The night grew deeper, the small room echoed with cartoon sounds...Roy returned to his bedroom, took out the notebook Maha had given him, placed it on the table, and absent-mindedly stared at it....
Behind him, Wutong was quietly setting the dinner.
He suddenly said, "Get the kitchen to prepare some dishes for tomorrow, I'm going to cook."
Wutong deftly took out a notebook and pen from his pocket and began writing...
"I need a pig's head, forget it...won't braise...just chicken, fish, fresh produce, vegetables...and, sausage. Remember, prepare a few more links of sausage."
"Anything else, young master?"
"And..." Roy raised his head, looked through the glass window at the bright moon high in the sky, squinted his eyes, "A bouquet of chrysanthemums."
"Make them yellow."