The rest would be up to Killua.
The Zoldyck family must have noticed this 'hidden rule', but it didn't matter if Oboro kept silent about it. Everyone, including Illumi, had realized that the hidden rules themselves weren't important. What mattered was Killua. Only Killua could take advantage of those hidden rules, which made him the deciding factor.
Moreover, Killua already knew the hidden rules.
Even if an outsider completed the information, it would be meaningless.
Therefore, people like Zeno and Silva decided not to get too involved. After paying for the job, Oboro left with Wutong.
Illumi was the only one who came to see him off.
"Don't worry about it," Oboro said casually as they left, noticing Illumi's lingering presence. "Your father and grandfather both understand that there is no point in knowing the truth, and that goes for you and me as well. The key is Killua. If nothing unexpected happens, your father will have a talk with him".
The Zoldyck family would certainly try their best to control Alluka, which meant that Silva would communicate with Killua.
"Killua is still young," Illumi held out a finger and stared directly at Oboro. "He can't understand our family's good intentions towards him. He still harbors those useless emotions, so father's talk with him is doomed to fail. Didn't you predict this? Is that why you're so unconcerned?"
"That's right."
A row of small white teeth appeared in a smile.
After this incident, Killua had realized the 'problem': As long as a certain level of danger could be maintained, Alluka would remain an object to be permanently set aside and abandoned, not a family member.
Silva would explain this clearly to Killua, and it would touch his reverse scale, for Alluka was his sister.
The scene that would play out years later would now unfold early: Killua would choose to protect Alluka and refuse to tell his family the truth.
Even if it meant breaking ties with his family, suffering inhuman torture, or even death.
Killua would not reveal anything.
That was just the way Killua was.
In the end, both Silva and Zeno would choose to compromise.
They couldn't just kill Killua. Besides, there hadn't been any incidents since Alluka's imprisonment.
They would maintain the status quo.
As for the eldest son, Illumi would definitely deviate from the usual approach and find ways to make Killua tell the truth, but that wouldn't help. He still wanted complete control over Killua, but his success would depend entirely on himself.
Going too far wouldn't be wise either.
On the surface, Illumi's desire to control Killua seemed pathological, but his starting point was always the family and the entire clan, followed by his "self-interest".
"What do you want to do next? Rehabilitation?"
They had arrived at the testing gates of the Zoldyck estate. Mondel stood anxiously beside the black car, waiting.
Illumi shifted his focus away from questions about Killua.
Mondel's expression brightened when he saw Oboro emerge.
"I suppose so." The setting sun cast long shadows as Oboro walked toward Mondel, who held the car door open.
"I'll think very carefully before I do business with you again," Illumi said flatly, watching his back.
"Don't be so petty, I promise it won't happen again."
Oboro yawned without turning around.
"I don't believe you."
"Bye."
Oboro waved and got into the car.
The limousine soon disappeared down the street under the watchful eyes of Wutong and Illumi.
"Tell me, is he really a bad person?"
Illumi asked suddenly, turning his neck to face Wutong.
Wutong remained silent for a moment, adjusting his glasses. "I'm sorry, master, but I don't know him well enough."
"Have you met him before?"
"No," Wutong replied after looking at the young master.
Sitting in the car and watching the scenery pass by, Oboro felt satisfied.
His condition had recovered to about 70%, even if it didn't directly correlate to his fighting ability. He raised his hand, watched the mental power flowing over his palm, and smiled slightly.
His thoughts had become more solid, and telekinesis had been fully integrated into his 'life organization'.
His mind and his thoughts were now intimately connected.
The quality of his thoughts had increased!
Based on that alone, his current strength exceeded what it had been before his 'death'.
However, the limitations of his telekinesis had reduced his overall combat effectiveness.
Oboro looked at Mondel, who was driving. Suddenly, the man gripping the steering wheel felt a shiver run through his body, as if his very thoughts were frozen. Beyond the car window, the road ahead vanished, replaced by endless darkness.
Ready to devour him.
The illusion vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
Mondel glanced at Oboro in the rearview mirror, his face pale and beaded with sweat. "Sir."
He feared he had done something wrong.
I could kill him.
"Don't be nervous, I was just testing something." Oboro smiled.
These words brought warmth back to Mondel's body.
Immediately, Oboro accessed the system again, and as expected, the previously gray panel lit up.
"Let's visit the old man first."
He smiled vaguely.
Regarding the matter with Alluka, Netero still owed him a favor.
A few days later, Oboro appeared at the entrance of the Hunters' Association headquarters, wearing a black suit and looking energetic.
Passers-by began to whisper among themselves.
Oboro had become well known within the Association; everyone knew of him and had heard stories.
Some were curious because rumors had it that he had been dismissed from the Association after a mission, but now that was clearly not the case.
"Congratulations"
Just before entering the building, he met a familiar face, either by chance or by design.
Pariston.
"I never thought you'd recover," Pariston smiled brightly. "When I first saw your injuries, I thought..."
Before he could finish, Oboro just walked by, ignoring him completely.
He didn't even want to hear it.
Perhaps his severe injuries had caused Pariston to lose interest; otherwise, the man might have tried something.
Oboro was sure that Pariston had been watching him.
Ignored again
Pariston's smile remained unchanged as he watched Oboro enter the building.
Ten minutes later, Oboro reached Chairman Netero's office and knocked.
Biscuit wasn't at the Association at the moment.
"Come in," the old man's voice called from inside.
Oboro opened the door and stepped inside.
He found the old man on a yoga mat, doing some rather challenging exercises.
A wall-mounted television was showing a beautiful yoga instructor's lesson.
Without ceremony, Oboro took the remote control from the table and turned off the TV.
"Hahaha young man, you are so serious. You recovered as planned, shouldn't you be happy?" Netero continued his stretching unperturbed.
"At the beginning, besides promising to make me stronger, you said you'd grant me a small, reasonable request. Remember?"
Netero nodded, smiling. "To use external energy to nourish flesh and blood, since you already know how, there's no need for me to teach you".
"I want you to be my sparring partner."
Oboro said directly.
"As expected, you can't stop seeking power, for you, power is everything Ah, the energy of youth!"
Netero seemed to have finally finished his yoga routine. He exhaled slowly and stood up.
He wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and asked calmly, "How long?"
"Half a year."
"Three months," the old man countered, cutting the time in half.
"Fine."
Oboro didn't hesitate.
He could tell that Netero had anticipated both his arrival and his request.
"It is refreshing to see that your awareness has improved, you used to avoid me. Prepare yourself for these three months. I haven't trained juniors for a while, so I may have trouble controlling my strength." Netero said with a smile.
I'm just being toyed with, so I might as well accept!
Oboro watched the mischievous look on the old man's face and felt reassured.