One serves as the main ingredient for the "Universal Cleaner," and the other serves as the main ingredient for the "Restoration Light."
Judging from their properties, the former belongs to the "Reptile" mythical category, within the research scope of the "Phantom Beast Hunter"; the latter sounds more like marine vegetation such as "seaweed" or "seagrass," and if forced to classify, it falls under the research scope of the "Ocean Hunter."
Among the "Phantom Beast Hunter" and "Ocean Hunter" that Roy is familiar with, apart from Kite and Pharaoh Hound, the only one left is Baku'Er, who is still unknown where playing with mud.
"Interesting," Roy's gaze flickered, suddenly recalling something, he looked up at Wutong and asked, "Did Kite reply yet?"
The Chimera Ants appeared prematurely, and who knows what the current state of the NGL autonomous nation is,
Have any ants already devoured a Nen user and obtained the evolution genes of the Nenryoku?
"It's been two weeks since young master agreed to jointly investigate the unknown creature's leg bone, and there's still no news from the other side." Wutong has been keeping an eye on the Hunter's guild website, but since the other party left a message inviting us, there has been no response.
It's only been two weeks, Roy finished his midnight snack, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and recalled the original plot; from the Ant Queen giving birth to ordinary ants, to elite-level, captain-level, guard-level, until the Ant King Meruem, the required time increases stepwise, in brief—
The stronger the offspring, the more energy it needs, the longer the time, it is evident.
"No news is good news."
This suggests that NGL hasn't reached an uncontrollable situation yet, and it might even be uncertain whether the ants have devoured any Nen users.
Roy casually crumpled the tissue and tossed it into the trash can, allowing Wutong to begin tidying the messy table, saying: "Post a message through the Hunter's guild website, heavily reward for any intelligence on the 'Phantom Slime' and 'Glowing Seaweed.'
"No matter who it is, as long as they have clues, I will correspondingly agree to one not-excessive request."
Wutong nodded, swiftly tidied up the dishes, his expression suddenly serious, and reminded Roy: "Young master, the Elder Council meeting on Meteor Street is scheduled for this week, and according to the informants, Guzman, whom you killed before, has reappeared!"
"Spiritual Morphine" Guzman... 'Really a lingering ghost...'
Roy lightly stroked the back of his right hand, even with the enhancement of "Sun Breathing" and the parasitic Ninetales graft constantly replenishing his Life Energy... the curse continues to count down his life like an hourglass.
So, is it that the other party is audacious enough? Or... as a Divine Servant, relying on the capability of the "Substitute Death Puppet" to act recklessly without fear?
At least, from Wutong's perspective, the other party indeed has the audacity.
The young butler noticed Roy frowning and silently pondering, tentatively said: "Young master, what if I go kill him!"
Wutong adjusted his glasses, sharply adding: "He comes once, I kill him once, see how many times he can substitute death!"
In everything, once, twice, but never thrice, Roy appreciates Wutong's courage and determination, but swatting a fly once is enough!
The young man pushed his chair away, stood up, gently patted the shoulder of the butler, brushed past his gaze, squinted towards the heavy night beyond the window, and calmly said: "No need, if he dares come back upright, don't expect to leave the same way."
Faintly, a "Line of Cause and Effect" serpentines into the night, amid thousands of cars flowing and across mountain and lake, Roy vaguely glimpsed that green-headed, sinister young man, his lips curled into a smile.
This time he has the "Causality Blade," just uncertain how the opponent compares with the "Mayfly Technique" and "Spore Parasitism Technique" of the "White Zetsu"?!
"Achoo~" A gust of wind arose, causing the curtain to rustle.
Facing away from Roy, Wutong unexpectedly sneezed, unsure if it was cold or he was wearing too thin.
After tidying the cutlery, he retreated.
The bedroom light dimmed, leaving a solitary cold face and splendid golden hair spread across the soft big bed.
Fortunately, despite the late hour and cold night, there was still a raven as a companion.
Jinx accompanied Roy for dinner, went to bed early, flapped his wings, and nestled beside Roy's pillow.
It seems hoping for him to keep watch would be futile... Roy simply rolled his eyes, letting him be, himself gauging the ceiling briefly, clearing his mind, stepping into his own dream world.
"Hoarse~" Accompanied by evenly breathing, a colorful dream tunnel unfolded before the young man's eyes.
Roy paused at the entrance, gazed at two faint mist-emitting vortexes beside the tunnel, a snake shadow and dog head ambiguously appeared in his pupil, instantly reminding him of those men and women, young and old, standing behind his great-grandfather...
"Great-grandpa had his Brook Sell, I have my Winisha Siren,"
"I wonder if his desire to die stems from a lack of prospects, true yearning for liberation?"
The dream vortex reflected the scene of the Siren sisters greeting and sending guests, faces filled with smiles,
Equally mirrored Old Keller hunting demons, returning fully loaded, encountering his wife's welcoming warmth,
They no longer wear anxious faces, living their lives full of hope, causing Roy to pause, eyes immovably fixed.
At this moment, he seems to understand something, yet also vaguely uncertain, taking a moment before struggling back to awareness, reluctantly stepping into the dream tunnel, arriving at the vast Sea of Cognition.
"Splash~" Waves crashed on the shoals, shattering into beautiful spray.
The young man rolled his pants legs, stepping into the sea, allowing water to wash his calves, pacing to vast gates standing in the sea horizon.
Watching Demon Slayer, watching Hokage, watching transformed Doraemon, finally viewing ancient patterned Dark Continent, arms spread in a trumpet shape, suddenly shouting over the sea: "Ah~"
"I'm damn back!"
"I damn do not want to die!"
"I damn love this lousy yet dirty world!"
The human then lay down, limbs unconstrained in a great posture on the sea surface, following the water's undulation, simply closed his eyes.
"Creak~" In the obscurity, as the young man drifted in tranquility, the Demon Slayer Gate opened, the Fire Shadow Gate opened, several figures walked out, mutually unable to see each other, straightly crossing through, seeming only aware of the youth lying on the horizon.
Among them, a teenage boy emerging from the Demon Slayer Gate clutches his father's sleeve to ask: "Dosan, what's the matter with Nissan?"
The slender Kamado Tanjurou, unlike his previous sickly appearance, holds Bamboo and Mao's hands, standing with the Kamado Family before Roy, looking down at Roy sleeping, softly answering Tanjiro's question---
"Nissan is just tired, let him sleep."
'Yes, Nissan.' At the Fire Shadow Gate, Itachi Uchiha quietly stands beside Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mei, watching Roy's peaceful sleep, for the first time seeing he sleeps with a smile.
A little boy breaks free from Fugaku's grasp, light-footedly arrives near Roy, gently pulls off his uniquely patented cloak with the Uchiha clan's emblem and covers Roy.
The boy then propped his chin, quietly gazed at him,
Until, a gust stirred, raising waves drowning them... Roy, in the daze, awoke, struggled up from the sea, clasping his forehead, laughed speechlessly...
"Hey, did I sleep all night in my own cognition?"
"What's this?"
"Dream within a dream or nested dream?"
The young man self-mocks,
Suddenly hearing from the dream tunnel the familiar sound of clock chimes, reminding it's four in the morning.
Roy stood upright and scooped a handful of seawater to wash his face, his form flashed, leaping to the sandy beach, burrowed into the dream tunnel, returning to the waking world.
"Dong....."
In the corner the placed clock, its hammer swung, still striking the musical alloy....
When Roy opened his eyes, unexpectedly a message popped up—
[Hint: The core of comedy is tragedy]
[Congratulations that the host has realized: Dream within a Dream · Izanami]