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Chapter 181 - Chapter 181 Who is Moses?

The Nen Space created by the Eye of Sight has created a perverted copy of the Nen entity based on Moses.

And this clone adopted all the cunning ideas that existed in Moses's head.

Then, use the unrestricted version of the Soul Echo to turn these ideas into reality, thereby sending many Nen Users, including members of the Zodiacs, into the abyss of despair.

Also, thanks to the actual demonstrations of these 'victims', Moses saw many possibilities.

Now, with the reward of 'memory capacity +1' in hand, Moses can completely refer to the actual demonstrations of various victims who were brutally persecuted in the Nen Space, and then develop new abilities and characteristics based on the Soul Echo.

However, Moses inevitably has the thought of ​​developing a completely new Nen Ability.

Dual-Ability User…

The allure for such thing is quite strong.

But the problem lies in being a Specialist.

Unlike Enhancement, Manipulation, and Conjuration, which have clearly defined characteristics, Specialization's scope is too broad and lacks a specific focus.

Because of this, even if Moses thought about developing a second Nen Ability, he wouldn't have a clear direction.

Of course, he doesn't necessarily have to be stuck on the concept of 'Specialization'.

By judging from the proficiency charts of Nen Attributes, Manipulator and Conjurer can potentially transform into Specialists through effort, albeit with a certain probability.

This shows that Manipulator and Conjurer are relatively close to Specialist.

So, if Moses wants to develop the second Nen Ability, he doesn't have to stick on the vague direction of Specialization. He can just settle for the next best thing and choose the Manipulation or Conjuration.

'Now that I think about all this, it feels a bit too ambitious.'

Moses's thoughts quietly branched out, but then stopped under the restraint of reason.

He was accustomed to thinking, so various fragments of ideas would often arise.

But at the same time, he had the rationality to curb this behavior, always steering the wheels back onto the right path.

For example, when he first learned to use Nen and unintentionally half-awakened the Soul Echo, although many thoughts and directions emerged...

He was able to refrain himself from testing the attributes of his Nen with the Water Divination, and instead put all his focus on the basic practice of Nen.

Always make the right choice at the right time.

This is the advantage that Moses, who is good at thinking, possessed.

The same is true now.

Moses slowly opened his eyes and temporarily put aside any thoughts about the memory capacity.

At present, even the ability system of Soul Echo is not complete enough, so he didn't have the spare energy to imagine new Nen Abilities.

'That's right, the person whose neck I twisted in the end...'

Moses suddenly thought of the member of the Seirin Group, who exuded madness in both speech and behavior.

He had suddenly killed that person at the opportune moment when the Nen Space was breaking apart.

Moses wondered if, under the right circumstances, he could transfer such a fatal injury to reality.

"Hey, hey...!"

Pyon waved her hands in front of Moses, leaving trails of afterimages.

Moses was lost in thought. Despite having his eyes open, it seemed like he didn't see Pyon's hands waving in front of him.

"It's over. Could this be a side effect of his Nen Exorcism?"

Pyon's eyes widened, and she instantly thought of all kinds of side effects.

For example, intermittent loss of consciousness, becoming a vegetable, or losing the ability to react...

"Hey, Kester! You're not turning into an idiot, are you?"

Pyon leaned in closer, staring at Moses's eyes from a short distance, as if trying to figure out what was happening.

Moses's eyeballs shifted slightly, meeting Pyon's eyes.

He rolled his eyes, then turned around and walked away, intending to find Cheadle and Sanbica.

Compared to the life and death of that member of Seirin Group, the current situation of Cheadle and Sanbica is more important.

"Hey, Kester!"

Pyon reacted, bared her teeth at Moses's back, and quickly chased after him.

"Don't follow me."

Moses said without looking back, "Pyon, you should go find Netero and ask him to confirm the status of the others first. If they're okay, it's best to organize people as soon as possible to get rid of those people from the Seirin Group. If Netero has already started taking action, act as if I didn't say anything."

"…"

Upon hearing Moses's words, Pyon immediately stopped in her tracks, 'Damn it, I have so many questions to ask you!!

But what Moses said was indeed urgent, so Pyon reluctantly suppressed these thoughts and turned around to find Netero in accordance with Moses's instructions.

When she arrived at the tea room, Netero had just put down his phone.

Just now, this Chairman, who would become very reliable in important matters, has already arranged the actions against the members of the Seirin Group.

This kind of thing obviously does not need to be reminded by Moses.

However, for this final operation, the person Netero appointed to lead the team was the non-combatant Cheadle.

This is a decision he made after assessing the current situation.

The deaths in the Nen Space were indeed false.

But after a person who has died there returns to reality, the Potential Aura in their body was completely depleted, which is equivalent to being forced to be on Zetsu state.

That's why Netero appointed Cheadle as the person in charge of the operation.

"Pyon, you've come at the right time."

Netero looked at Pyon who had just entered the tea room.

Pyon glanced at the phone Netero had just put away.

Before coming in, she had heard bits and pieces of what Netero said on the phone and understood that there was no need to remind him about the action.

"Chairman, how are the others?"

Pyon asked the most concerning question.

Netero smiled replied said: "They are fine, don't worry."

"That's good."

Pyon breathed a sigh of relief.

Netero stroked his beard and asked meaningfully: "Pyon, this experience is interesting, isn't it?"

"Interesting? It was absolutely terrible!"

Pyon exclaimed incredulously when she heard this and complained, "I already have a premonition that I'll be dreaming about Kester tonight. And if it weren't for Kester removing that Post-Mortem Nen, we wouldn't know how things would have turned out in the end!"

"Hoho…"

Netero squinted his eyes slightly as he chuckled.

With this, it was confirmed.

Those who returned alive from the Nen Space to reality were in good condition and retained memories of the Nen Space.

However, the Nen Users who died in the Nen Space, not only had their Potential Aura depleted upon returning to reality, but their 'relevant memories' were subjected to a certain degree of modification.

However, the extent of memory modification wasn't brutal.

It is more leaning towards a state in which after waking up from sleep, one suddenly realizes that the dream he or she has quickly blurred for no reason, making it difficult to recall.

"Where is Moses now?"

Netero suddenly asked.

Pyon was taken aback by the question and asked in confusion: "Who is Moses?"

"…"

Netero looked at Pyon.

Pyon looked at Netero.

The tea room suddenly became very quiet.

Swardani City, at a crossroads.

This is where dozens of members of the Seirin Group had gathered.

As they returned to the real world, they suddenly heard the crisp sound of bones breaking.

Before they could understand what was happening, they looked towards the source of the sound and couldn't help but show expressions of horror.

They saw…

Captain Diego, who was in charge of this operation, seemed to have his neck twisted by an unknown force!

"What's going on?!"

In their terror, they stared at Diego slowly falling to the ground.

At the next moment.

They saw Diego's body turned into scattered mud.

The members of Seirin Group, who had just returned to reality and were struggling with their memories, stared blankly as the mud rushed towards a certain direction along the ground.

In their minds, a vague but terrifying face seemed to appear.

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