Ability: Change Face
Effect: After touching someone's cheek with the left hand, you can record the person's appearance. Then, by touching your own cheek with the right hand, you can transform into their appearance, including their voice and body figure.
Restrictions: You must touch the other person with your left hand and yourself with your right hand. If you lose your arm, the Nen becomes useless. After the transformation, you cannot use any abilities unique to your original body condition.
This ability was something Ronnel acquired by accident, a Nen technique he stumbled upon while exploring his potential. The limitations reminded him of a character from One Piece—a swan-like figure with peculiar abilities.
Ronnel's spirits were lifted, realizing the power of this Nen. His eyes gleamed as he glanced at the remaining two corpses of Nen users.
Because Ronnel had opened his Aura Nodes, he could easily distinguish between ordinary bodies and those of Nen users. To an expert like him, the difference was obvious.
Ronnel set a condition: eliminate grievances a hundred times over and seize their Nen.
As he carefully examined the bodies...
He was perplexed.
Nen abilities reflect the nature of their users. When Ronnel acquired the Nen of the two fallen warriors, he was dismayed to find that he couldn't effectively use them.
Technically, he could use their Nen, but it wasn't practical for him.
For instance, one of the Nen abilities he absorbed resembled that of Linssen and Basho, Kurapika's bodyguard companions.
One had the power to enslave anyone with a kiss—an awkward skill for someone like Ronnel. Unless his target was a beautiful woman, there was no way he'd use it. And even then... better not.
The other ability, similar to Basho's, increased in strength based on the quality of a haiku.
Haiku? Ronnel scratched his head—poetry wasn't exactly his strong suit.
He sighed, realizing that Nen abilities were tailored to their original users, making them hard to adapt for others. That explained why he hadn't encountered the Change Face ability until now. The corpses of previous Nen users didn't hold abilities that were particularly valuable to him.
The Change Face ability, however, lacked strict limitations and had revealed itself to be highly useful. Ronnel realized that in the future, he should only pursue Nen that would be of great value to him, rather than aimlessly seeking power.
Feeling both satisfaction and disappointment, Ronnel resolved to be more selective when looting corpses for Nen abilities.
After wrapping up his examination, he and Shizuku made their way toward their room. They chatted casually, the tension from the recent events easing as they approached the door.
"Hmm?"
Just as Ronnel was about to open the door, he paused, his senses heightened. Something felt off.
Despite the subtle aura hidden within, Ronnel's finely honed skills detected an unusual presence in the room. The door, though seemingly untouched, betrayed signs of intrusion to his trained eye.
The air grew tense. Shizuku, sensing Ronnel's unease, instinctively reached for her trusty weapon.
Before they could retreat, a calm, steady voice spoke from inside.
"We don't have any malicious intentions. Can we come in and have a chat?"
Ronnel raised an eyebrow. They had been noticed.
He hesitated briefly. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, they had already arrived. Leaving now wouldn't change the fact that whoever was inside would likely seek him out again later.
After a moment of thought, Ronnel squeezed Shizuku's hand reassuringly and decided to face whatever awaited them.
As the door opened, Ronnel scanned the room. It looked the same as it had before, but this time, there were a few uninvited guests.
A girl with purple hair and a cold expression, wearing a white outfit and a black belt, stood nearby. Beside her, a blonde boy with a baby face, dressed in a tracksuit, lounged casually. A tall, mature woman with striking features and a pronounced nose stood next to a short, peculiar man with long hair covering one eye. In the center of the room, sitting comfortably, was a young man with a tattoo of a purple cross on his forehead, a smile playing on his lips.
Ronnel recognized them immediately. His eyes twitched involuntarily. These weren't just any strangers.
They were the Phantom Troupe.
"Phantom... Troupe...."
Ronnel uttered the words slowly, his gaze locked onto the man in the center.
Machi, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Uvogin, and the leader, Chrollo Lucilfer.
Ronnel hadn't expected to cross paths with the infamous troupe so soon.
"It seems you know who we are, so introductions won't be necessary,"
Chrollo said, standing up with a casual smile. Ronnel tensed up immediately, his senses on high alert. Everyone in the room was now watching him closely.
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