Conditions x Spiders x Movements

Should Moro invest time and effort into Hwashidouro and Kallista?

From the end of his match until now, Moro had already made his decision.

He was willing to invest his time and effort—provided there was a return.

Moro walked ahead, leading Hwashidouro and Kallista directly toward the 200th floor.

Upon reaching the 200th floor, contestants had to register before midnight that same day, or they would forfeit their qualification.

They took the elevator up to the 200th floor, following the signs along the walls toward the registration desk.

However, after walking only a short distance, they were met with a wave of killing intent.

The killing intent wasn't overwhelming—but it was clearly directed at Moro.

Despite this sudden wave of hostility, Moro's expression remained calm as he continued forward.

It was clear that more than one person was emitting this killing intent. However, it wasn't too aggressive—more like a subtle warning shot.

Of course—

If Moro hadn't been a Nen user, there wouldn't have been any Nen-infused killing intent at all.

After all, a newcomer who didn't know Nen was nothing more than a free win for the seasoned fighters here. They would've welcomed him with open arms, not scared him away.

Like smoke, the oppressive aura of killing intent flowed from both sides of the hallway corners, completely filling the path to the registration area.

To Moro, this level of hostility was as insignificant as the air around him.

However, for Hwashidouro and Kallista, it was an entirely different experience.

Although they weren't the direct targets, they felt as though they'd been thrown into the depths of an icy ocean.

"What is this…"

Hwashidouro and Kallista felt chilled to the bone. Every step forward felt as if their legs were weighed down with lead.

But—

They had to push forward!

Seeing that Moro had no intention of stopping, the two of them grit their teeth, forcing their trembling legs to keep up.

Moro never looked back, but he could hear their labored breathing.

"Not bad."

He whispered to himself and slowed his pace slightly.

If he were in their shoes, he might not have done any better.

Soon, they reached the lobby where the registration desk was located. Moro's eyes swept across the room.

Several people were gathered at hallway intersections and near the vending machines along the walls.

All of them were staring directly at Moro.

Moro ignored the Nen users who were clearly watching for any opportunity and walked straight to the registration desk.

Following the receptionist's instructions, he signed his name and completed the process.

Matches above the 200th floor followed a "match request" system. Contestants had a 90-day window to choose when to fight.

Moro had no intention of requesting a match just yet. Once the registration was complete, he led the sweat-drenched Hwashidouro and Kallista to their new room.

"How do you feel?"

Inside the new room, Moro turned to Hwashidouro and Kallista, whose faces were pale.

For ordinary people, even the slightest trace of Nen-infused killing intent was an unavoidable mental assault.

Hwashidouro's expression was grave.

"It felt like I couldn't breathe. With every step forward, I felt resistance pushing me back."

"I felt the same… It was like walking underwater."

Kallista wiped the sweat from her neck, frowning.

"Was it those people near the registration desk...?"

"Yes, they were the ones behind it."

Moro's gaze was calm as he explained:

"However, they weren't targeting you—they were targeting me. Nen is simply so dangerous to ordinary people that even the residual effect was enough to make you feel paralyzed."

"Nen...!"

Hwashidouro and Kallista's eyes lit up with realization.

The firsthand experience of being overwhelmed by something invisible made them crave this mysterious power even more.

At this moment, they only had one thought—whether or not they could learn it.

"Moro, can I learn—"

"You can."

Moro cut them off, already knowing what they wanted to ask.

"With the right training, anyone can master this ability."

Ignoring their reactions, Moro's tone suddenly grew serious.

"I can help awaken this power within you, but I have one condition."

"Condition?"

Both Hwashidouro and Kallista stared at Moro, their full attention focused on his next words.

Meeting their gazes, Moro stated:

"I need to kill someone within a year. This person is extremely powerful. Therefore… I will teach you Nen, but you must help me kill that person. And doing so may cost you your lives."

Moro paused to observe their reactions. Neither of them showed any hesitation.

"Of course…"

He added:

"Even if you refuse, I'll still tell you the secret of Nen. But if that's the case, you'll have to figure out how to awaken your power on your own."

"I'm in!"

Before Moro had even finished, Kallista immediately expressed her determination.

This time, she was faster than Hwashidouro.

Hwashidouro quickly followed.

"I agree too."

To them, the moment Moro offered to lead them into the world of Nen, it already felt like they were forming a master-disciple bond.

And when a master gave their disciple a task, there was no room for refusal.

"Good."

Moro smiled.

Compared to Kallista, Moro was more familiar with Hwashidouro's personality.

But in his eyes, Kallista's character didn't seem bad either.

His reasoning stemmed from the preliminary match—when Kallista had shown restraint during her first attack because she saw that he was young.

Moro rested his fingers against his chin, thinking:

Hwashidouro is probably an Enhancer, while Kallista might be an Emitter… I'll need to use water divination to be sure.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, Moro skipped the lengthy explanation of Nen and instead asked them a sudden question:

"Are you afraid of death?"

Faced with Moro's unexpected inquiry, both Hwashidouro and Kallista answered without hesitation—they weren't afraid.

So—

Moro immediately used the "forced awakening" method to open their aura nodes.

In an instant, a rush of steam-like aura erupted from Hwashidouro and Kallista, spiraling upwards before quickly dissipating.

"This... is the power hidden within me!"

Hwashidouro stared at the radiant glow of aura, unsure if it was from his Nen or the light in his eyes.

Kallista, however, was more composed. She glanced at the rapidly dissipating aura above Hwashidouro's head and muttered:

"If we don't control it before it's all gone... we'll die!"

Moro stood nearby, observing their forced awakening with a calm expression.

In truth, having their aura leak out wouldn't immediately kill them.

However, if they failed to learn how to control their aura and allowed it to leak for an extended period, they risked severe exhaustion—or even death from overexertion.

Still, this scenario was highly unlikely.

Moro had deliberately told them that the uncontrolled outflow of aura would lead to death—

Because he wanted them to learn the basic technique of Ten (Aura Cloak) under the pressure of survival.

There was no other way.

After all, his time was precious.

Buzz, buzz—

Suddenly, Moro's phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw a message from Argos:

"The Phantom Troupe has made their move—they've raided the Navis National Museum."

"They've begun…"

Reading the message, Moro's eyes narrowed slightly.

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