novelraw Chapter 314 315 : Why the Buddha's Wrath X Facing God Directly
Chapter 314 315 : Why the Buddha's Wrath X Facing God Directly
As the words fell, Roy and Silva exchanged another glance and smiled at each other.
"..." Illumi remained silent.
His gaze shifted between Roy and Silva, waiting until the two resumed their steps, supporting each other as they walked toward the old castle.
The young man's smooth black hair swayed in the wind. With slightly lowered eyes, he silently followed them...
Approaching noon, the sun was at its peak. It pierced through the lush mountain forest, casting dappled light upon the father and his two sons, stretching their shadows long across the ground.
After a few minutes, feeling his depleted Nen recover slightly after a brief rest, Roy spoke softly to Silva, "Father, let me walk on my own."
Silva said nothing, merely supporting Roy's legs and continuing to carry him on his back. After a long while, he said, "There won't be many chances for me to carry you."
Roy paused slightly, recalling the past. Through the Nen naturally radiating from Silva's head, he saw a resolute and cherishing... gold. He smiled warmly and said:
"Alright."
He silently rested against Silva's back...
Step... The three walked together, their footsteps leaving shallow marks on the shaded path...
Illumi walked beside them, looking at Silva with envy. He opened his mouth and said, "How about I do it?"
"Dad, take a rest. Let me carry big brother."
Silva shot him a faint, sidelong glance.
Illumi immediately shut his mouth, keeping his eyes straight ahead and focusing solely on the path, speaking no more.
Roy found it amusing but said nothing. He sank into his consciousness and briefly glanced at his status panel. Through this battle, he had imperceptibly gained a significant amount of experience points...
[Translated to the Naruto world, referencing the "One-Tail" Shukaku, chakra volume is approximately: 50 Kakashis... Host's current Nen volume is approximately "40 Kakashis", which is 0.8 Shukakus]
[2. Potential Aura: B (990,000/1,000,000) (Note: Referencing Youpi: B (400,000/1,000,000), Host is above Youpi, infinitely close to the Ant King)]
[Translated to the Naruto world, referencing the "One-Tail" Shukaku, chakra volume is approximately: 50 Kakashis... Host's potential Nen volume is approximately "200 Kakashis", which is 4 Shukakus]
[3. Nen Ability Shape Transformation: Lv4 (70,000/100,000) -> Lv4 (80,000/100,000) (Note: Experience +10,000)]
[4. Nen Ability Nature Transformation: Yang: Lv4 (78,000/100,000) -> Lv4 (88,000/100,000) (Note: Experience +10,000)]
Yin: Lv5 (470/1,000,000) -> Lv5 (20,000/1,000,000) (Note: Mangekyo fully awakened, pending development. 980,000 experience remaining until Host reaches Lv6, enters the next stage, and unlocks the "Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan")
Fire: Lv4 (21,000/100,000) -> Lv4 (35,000/100,000) (Note: Experience +10,000)
Water: Lv4 (5,000/100,000) -> Lv4 (15,000/100,000) (Note: Experience +10,000)
Wind: Lv3 (8,741/10,000) -> Lv4 (9,000/100,000) (Note: Experience +10,000)
Earth: Lv3 (6,415/10,000) -> Lv3 (9,574/10,000) (Note: Experience +3,159)
Rating: B (Slightly superior to Silva, not inferior in the slightest to Neferpitou, Menthuthuyoupi, Shaiapouf, and others)
Evaluation: Top-tier, just below the absolute peak (Host has stepped one foot into the ranks of the strong. As long as B-Class or above entities do not appear, life is not in danger)
Roy focused his gaze on the evaluation. The so-called "life is not in danger"—even now, having solidly reached the level of Neferpitou, Shaiapouf, and Menthuthuyoupi, he still found it somewhat ironic, even... absurd...
"Tick, tock..." The curse branded on the back of his left hand continued to count down his life by the minute and second like a clock.
Although he had made significant progress recently and delayed the inevitable by some time, but... in front of that unknown entity, his B-Class strength was clearly far from enough. Let alone banishing its gaze, or even... dreaming of standing before It with a blade in hand...
The young man's joy from his victory vanished instantly.
Sensing something, Silva shifted his gaze back, glancing at him. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"What do you mean, nothing?" Illumi asked, prompted by Silva's words. He had also noticed that Roy's expression was somewhat off.
It wasn't caused by weakness, but rather... by a heavy heart.
The young man leaned his cat-like face close to Roy, staring with those hollow eyes, examining him carefully. "Why are you sighing?"
"I'm not."
"You are, in your heart."
"..." Roy was speechless.
After a moment of silence, he forced a smile. "Alright."
"I just feel that I'm still too weak."
Silva and Illumi's mouths twitched.
Roy suddenly felt the support beneath him vanish as he was unceremoniously dropped onto the mountain path.
"Walk on your own." Before the young man could recover, he looked up at Silva again.
The man, his beautiful silver hair draped down his back, spoke without even turning his head. In an instant, using [Dark Step], he vanished into the dense forest like a ghost...
A gentle mountain breeze blew past, stretching the distance between father and son further and further...
Roy turned his head and asked Illumi, "Why is he angry?"
Illumi shot him a cold glare, turned his head, and walked away. "Because you're being too much."
Following Silva's footsteps, he used [Dark Step] and, with a few leaps, disappeared from Roy's sight.
"Ho ho ho... It's good for young people to be humble, but being overly humble makes you unlikable..." In the dense forest, beside the clear pool, a sleeve fluttered in the wind. A figure slowly appeared in front of Roy, standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Together, they watched Silva and Illumi dart toward the mountain peak. The figure cast a casual glance at Roy.
Roy's expression turned serious, quickly returning to normal. He shrugged candidly and said, "I'm just telling the truth."
Netero hummed, stroking his beard. "However, sometimes the truth hurts far more than lies."
"The strange thing is,"
"You are different now, Roy..." The strongest human in the world looked at the young man seriously. "That strike of yours was breathtaking!"
A strike as dazzling as the sun, capable of unleashing power no less than the [Poor Man's Rose]. Netero had to admit that the moment the young man revealed that strike in the dream, his heart—tempered over years and long as placid as an ancient well—felt a sense of danger for the first time!
This was something no one had brought him in all the years since his journey to the Dark Continent, except for... Maha!
"It's not enough," Roy said, his deep, clear eyes looking earnestly at Netero. "At the very least, you could block it, couldn't you?"
Netero's old eyes narrowed. Placing his hands on his hips, he laughed heartily, "What, is Silva alone not enough? Are you setting your sights on this old man now?"
The young man's gaze and fighting spirit did not seem faked.
Netero admired such a youth, just as he had once admired Ging. Equally spirited, equally ambitious. The difference was... that kid Ging always liked to take convoluted paths, playing games of chase and adventure, far less direct than... Roy.
After all, one was a "Ruin Hunter" who loved exploration, and the other was an arrogant "God-Slaying Hunter." It was only natural that they were somewhat different.
However, what Netero hadn't expected was that, even with his nearly a century of experience, he still underestimated the young man's ambition...
Roy's beautiful silver hair draped down his back, the ends flowing with a glazed golden light. He neither admitted nor denied it, stating frankly, "I told someone I would set an example for him first. If I can win, then... naturally, he can too!"
Netero's smile faded. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who do you want to defeat? And who are you setting an example for?"
Roy straightened his back, meeting Netero's gaze without an ounce of fear. "Naturally, to defeat you, and set an example for Gotoh!"
Defeating him... Netero had anticipated that. But setting an example for Gotoh... The old man's mouth twitched fiercely, and he let out a wry chuckle... The boy really didn't take him seriously...
Netero flicked his large sleeve, his loose martial arts uniform swaying in the wind. He looked calmly at Roy and asked, "How long do you need? And how long does he need?"
"One year," Roy gently stroked the back of his left hand, feeling the curse like a prickling thorn in his back. He spoke softly, "You know I'm pressed for time. As for Gotoh,"
"His matters are for him to decide."
Halfway up the mountain, at the butler's mansion, the blood cocoon twitched slightly, faintly growing a fraction thinner...
Netero looked quietly at Roy, as if trying to see straight into his heart. After a moment, he said, "Very well. I will be waiting for you both."
He then rode the wind, floating away after Silva, darting toward the mountain peak and vanishing from Roy's sight in an instant...
Step, step... The topknot on the old man's head faintly disappeared into the sunlight. Not long after he left, Roy turned his head and glanced behind him...
Ripples spread across the calm, clear pool. Splash! Zeno, with his white hair, burst through the surface of the lake holding a fat fish. With a leap, he floated down and landed beside him...
"Your great-grandfather specifically asked to eat fish just now." The words "One Kill A Day, Active Duty For Life" on his chest were soaked with water, looking exceptionally fierce...
Holding the fish, Zeno watched Netero disappear into the wind and said faintly, "You shouldn't be so arrogant."
Roy remained silent, merely recalling Maha's teachings. [God] and [Believers] mutually achieved one another. Just as a superstructure could not exist without an economic foundation, the quality of the believers also determined the maximum height he could reach or attain in the future!
In other words—
"I have no choice." Roy reached out and caught a green leaf falling in the wind. Looking at its veins, which resembled threads of karma connecting to the other side, he said slowly, "This is also the demand Great-Grandfather made of me."
"..." Zeno remained silent.
In the silence, he slowly shook his head...
"I believe you can do it in the future, but Gotoh,"
"Sorry, Grandpa really can't picture that at all."
A person can lie, but they cannot go against their heart... Zeno, holding the fish, brushed past Roy's shoulder and said, "I'm leaving."
He then used [Dark Step], chasing after Netero's back, exiting the mountain forest and sprinting toward the old castle at the peak...
In an instant, only the young man was left in the lush, dense forest. With his back to the shimmering clear pool, he silently recovered his Nen until his complexion regained a slight rosiness.
Roy took a step forward, his body instantly undergoing [Light Transformation]. Along with the sunlight, he chased after Zeno's back, darting toward the mountain peak.
In just a few breaths, he returned to the old castle, slowly revealing his figure in the corridor covered with the mottled marks of time...
"Young Master... Young Master..." Various butlers, maids, and gardeners bowed respectfully upon seeing him. After this battle, Roy could clearly sense a deep trace of awe from them, something that had never been there before... Roy understood in his heart. He merely gave a faint hum and strolled toward his bedroom.
Step, step... Footsteps echoed through the historic old castle.
Many gazes quietly followed him.
The young man's tall back already resembled that of an adult, looking as if he was about to catch up to Silva in height. Passing by the garden, he paused and turned his head to glance out the window.
Under a large, luxurious parasol, Kikyo was holding Killua and playing. Seeing him look over, the electronic visor resting on the woman's nose bridge clearly flickered, revealing a complex expression...
"Babble, babble..." Little Killua hadn't been born long, but he was already faintly displaying extraordinary talent.
He spread his small hands and legs, shakily propping up his body, trying to crawl on the grass.
When his beautiful lake-blue eyes spotted Roy, he babbled incoherently and patted the ground. Soon, he was scooped up from the ground by Kikyo and carefully held in her arms...
Seeing this, Roy smiled slightly. He didn't linger, turning around and disappearing from the window.
He rounded the corner and walked through the corridor. As usual, when passing by that dim little room, he bowed respectfully toward the interior... Rustle. The curtains moved, and a faint voice drifted out from the room at just the right moment, causing him to pause his steps and stop again...
"Roy, do not be anxious about the present, nor worry about the future."
"This old man has said it before,"
"When that day truly comes, I will die before you..."
Creak. The rocking chair creaked as it swayed, and the sound of a cartoon could faintly be heard from inside... Roy straightened his back and peeked into the room.
The shriveled old man was rocking in his chair on his own, his eyes closed as he dozed off while listening to the cartoon. Seeing Roy look in, he slowly opened his eyes and cast a glance over...
A babbling brook seemed to flow through Roy's parched heart. He silently replied, "Mhm."
"You sound weak. Speak up," Maha feigned anger.
"Yes, Great-Grandfather," Roy adjusted his emotions, raised his volume, and spoke loudly.
Only then did Maha wave his hand in satisfaction. "Get lost."
The young man stood still, not moving.
Seeing this, Maha sat up. "Is there something else?"
"Yes," Roy remained silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and looked at the old man with profound eyes. "Great-Grandfather, I want to know how strong you are!"
Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one win every battle. The [Entity] that had cast the curse upon him was clearly a [God].
Just how strong It was, and what authorities It wielded, were things he absolutely had to face in the future...
However, at present, with Alluka not yet appearing, and Adult Gon not yet appearing, Maha was the only... the one and only person he could meet who was close to a [God]!
Just as his father had said during the battle, he was not human; he was a [God]!
Roy looked at Maha with a burning gaze.
From a distance, he saw him... stand up...