After witnessing Illumi Zoldyck's other form, "Gittarackur," I gained a new understanding of this RPG game life.
I've come to terms with it; since Kalluto Zoldyck was deleted due to the butterfly effect, what does it matter if one more is deleted?
Deleting the character "Illumi Zoldyck" can significantly enhance the gaming experience.
No, I'm not referring to physical deletion, as that would have too great an impact and too many unpredictable factors. I mean mental deletion, the ultimate form of emotional abuse—complete disregard.
According to the observer effect, the world exists because of the observer. When I stop observing Illumi, the character "Illumi Zoldyck" will cease to exist in my world.
When Illumi speaks to me, I pretend not to hear.
If Illumi blocks my path, I treat it like an air wall in the game, bypassing it or turning back.
When Illumi reaches out to me, I stare into the void as if I am unaware.
If Illumi had given me a needle when he touched my head, I might not have been able to hold back and would have tried to hit him, but he didn't. It's probably because I am sufficiently obedient and diligent in the tasks assigned by the Zoldycks, and they wouldn't allow him to easily lay hands on their older sister. Killua was subjected to a needle due to the family's overprotection, which is why they tacitly allowed Illumi to do so. It seems that under normal circumstances, Illumi needs to thoroughly consider the pros and cons and cannot use Nen on his "family" as he pleases.
I have successfully blocked out Illumi. If others mention Illumi in front of me, I feign ignorance. Now, Illumi is like the wealthy class in the "real world"; we both exist on the same planet, but our worlds are parallel and do not intersect.
Besides, our interactions were not frequent to begin with. The Zoldyck family relationships are relatively independent for all members. Only the young Alluka and Killua tend to stick together often.
While it's not a bad thing for everyone in the family to be independent, is this the feeling of a wealthy family lacking the warmth of a small family, as seen in TV dramas?
Thinking that according to the original plot, in two more years, Alluka will be confined, and Killua will be sent to the Heavens Arena dungeon for over a year, and the cutest cat won't be seen at Mount Puhua, my heart aches.
No, I must cherish the present. I (17 years old) must shamelessly join the team of a four-year-old and a three-year-old and play shadow tag with them.
The training arranged by the Zoldycks for Killua is indeed rigorous, but true geniuses can meet the requirements early, so Killua has quite a bit of free time left for play. A similar situation can be seen in the "real world" with those academically gifted students who can develop various hobbies and still ace exams without needing to study late into the night.
"Doesn't big sister have any work to do?" Killua asked me curiously. "Father, Grandpa, and XX seem very busy lately."
I was indifferent and wrote in my notebook: "Their busyness is theirs; I have nothing."
The Zoldycks don't assign me tasks, and I can't take on private jobs, so what can I do?
"But it's great that XX isn't here," Killua said happily. "He only knows how to urge me to train every time he appears, which is so annoying."
"..." I nodded.
Alluka ran a few steps after a passing butterfly, opened her palm, and found it empty.
I [took out] a bug net from my game backpack and handed it to Alluka.
"Sister, do you still have the sponge cake from last time?" Killua asked.
"..." I shook my head.
"Eh—you can't make it appear anymore?" Killua's large blue cat-like eyes widened in surprise and a little disappointment.
I don't want to ruin my Doraemon persona (laughs) by admitting I bought it, nor do I want to admit I can't find a reason to go out. Kikyo said I could ask the butler to buy anything I want. As for places I want to go...
"What else would you do by leaving without a task? Play? Is that it? Oh, Murs, don't forget that six out of ten times you deliberately play around outside before returning, and I haven't said anything. Isn't that enough? What exactly do you want to do behind your mother's back? Murs? Murs! Stop right there!"
"..." The continuous questioning from Kikyo gave me a headache.
I could sneak out against the wishes of the matriarch, but I am not Killua, who is doted on by the matriarch. If I fall out with the matriarch, she might order someone to make things unpleasant for me. Unless absolutely necessary, I don't want to confront her directly for now, so I choose to stay honestly at Mount Puhua. Being able to pet Yabu daily is my greatest happiness; I should be content.
"My condition hasn't been good lately," I wrote in my notebook to explain to Killua.
"Then... what condition would make it better?" Killua asked seriously, tapping his index finger on his chin.
Looking at Killua's innocent expression, I recalled his closeness with Alluka in the original work, how they often kissed and hugged, and how Killua would oppose anyone for Alluka. Apart from being biologically male, Alluka, who can grant various wishes, is almost a Mary Sue character. Ah, since I've come this far, why didn't I become Alluka instead of this mediocre, incompetent, original character with only a pretty face, whose name isn't even worthy of being included in the Zoldyck name chain, and who is mute and useless!
For a moment, I couldn't control my base thoughts and shameful desires, and I wrote in my notebook: "Then give me a kiss on the cheek."
Ahhhhhhh! I wrote it! I actually wrote it to such an innocent child! Guilt max.
"Okay," Killua agreed, his soft lips brushing against my left cheek. "Hahahaha, sister, your face is so red."
"..." Not only my face was red, but as the peak of my fangirl life, my legs felt weak.
No, I'm losing control. Thousands of chickens are "making chicken sounds.jpg" in my heart.
"Do you want another kiss?" Killua asked, confused.
"!!!" I stood up abruptly.
No, no, Murs, your thoughts are about to become uncontrollable, like a wild horse running amok, teetering on the edge of crime! Even just imagining evil plans in my mind is an unforgivable blasphemy to such a pure child! No! Absolutely not!
"I have an urgent matter, I must leave," I wrote in my notebook and quickly departed the scene of the crime.
When I found Mrs. Kikyo, my heart was still pounding. My hasty demeanor startled Mrs. Kikyo, and she sternly asked what had happened.
"Mom, I need to go buy the sponge cake that little Kill wants!"
"?!"
"Mom, I need to go buy the sponge cake that little Kill wants." After catching my breath, I said it again.
"Didn't I already tell you? If you want to buy something, just ask the butler to do it."
"No, they don't have a 'game backpack,' so it won't be fresh when they buy it."
"It's not necessary, Murs, there's no need to travel so far for a cake."
"I'm going now!!!"
[Taking out] a smoke bomb from my game backpack and smashing it on the ground, I relied on my years of understanding the labyrinthine corridors of the Zoldyck mansion to evade Mrs. Kikyo's pursuit with my flamboyant footwork.
"Stop her, stop Murs, absolutely do not let her leave!" Kikyo's enraged command echoed from afar.
In the original plot, the 12-year-old Killua slashed Kikyo's face and stabbed Milluki's side, successfully escaping the house, which seemed easy. However, I forgot that Killua is the protagonist. Not only does he have the strong luck of a protagonist's halo, but he must have also made meticulous escape plans and routes. This is completely different from my impulsive crime.
Looking at the closed Dragon Gate, no, it's an ultra-thick metal partition door, blocking the way ahead, I realized I had forgotten that the Zoldyck's security facilities have always been at the forefront of the world. After all, this family has been engaged in special professions for generations, notorious at home and abroad, and is highly resented, requiring more precautions. Creating dead ends for intruders (or escapees) to the main residence and surrounding them for an attack is standard operating procedure.
[Taking out] a rocket launcher from my game backpack.
There's no other way. Without explosive skills like "Super Punch," "Pika-Pika Energy Ball," "Dragon Dive," "Paper, Rock, Scissors," etc., my attack power is insufficient, so I'll resort to technological weapons.
Military hardware is not cheap. To increase my attack power, I gritted my teeth and purchased a large quantity, which cost me a lot of money. I'm sorry, but I'm no longer the zero-cost player in the "real world" who would unyieldingly resist "first-purchase bonuses," "monthly card benefits," or "discounts." I've betrayed the proletariat and reluctantly become a paying player, and a heavy one at that. Nearly half of my mission rewards were spent on military hardware.
Now, I am a walking arsenal! Full of gunpowder, flammable and explosive! I am the arms queen, yay!
This is a rehearsal for breaking through the Zoldyck dungeon. I've wanted to test the defenses of the Zoldycks for a long time!
Explosions are art!
Don't get carried away! You damn door! Watch me turn you to dust with this super rocket launcher that can blow up tanks!
Huh? This sounds like a line from a minor character! Whatever, let's fire one to test its effect.
BOOM!
Boom!
Hmph, as expected of the Zoldycks, the rocket launcher that can blow up tanks only left an indentation on the door. But two or three more shots should break through!
[Taking out] the next missile from my game backpack, loading it into the rocket launcher, and aiming at the indentation, I fire! Boom! Boom! It seems like two more shots are needed.
[Two Zoldyck butlers appeared.]
"Miss Murs, please raise your hand," one of the butlers announced. "Otherwise, we will take forceful measures according to Mrs. Kikyo's orders..."
Boom!
While he was delivering his line, I quickly reloaded, aimed, and fired the third missile at the partition door! Yohoo! Just one more shot left!
[Taking out] the fourth missile from my game backpack.
Seeing that the warning was ineffective, the two butlers carried out their orders and rushed towards me.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
They triggered the traps I had temporarily set. The explosions of grenades echoed, and shattered stones flew across the stone corridor. Most people, even if not killed, would be injured by the flying debris. Nen users, with sufficiently strong "Nen" to protect themselves, wouldn't have to worry about this.
Loading the rocket launcher with ammunition, I aimed.
I am a Nen user, otherwise, how could I have bombed the partition door at close range without being affected or injured? Those two butlers are also Nen users, and the grenades are unlikely to harm them, so the main purpose of the traps is to delay them.
Boom!
I blew through the partition door! Hooray!
[Picking up] the rocket launcher, I drilled through the hole I blasted in the partition door, [took out] a grenade, and threw a barrage of grenades back at the pursuing butlers.
Oho! Full firepower! I'll blow it all up for you!
Grenades are relatively cheap among firearms. I bought 999 of them at once, so I have plenty in stock. I throw them as I walk, just like setting off firecrackers during the New Year. It feels great.
The rocket launcher is like a skyrocket; even Zoldyck butlers have to avoid it. In the original work, Uvogin, who stood his ground and didn't dodge bullets, was a rare exception. Most Nen users don't want to go head-to-head with bullets; there's no need, and it's not cost-effective.
"Murs," a tall figure emerged from the smoke created by the explosion, his majestic tone seeming to carry a special weight, each syllable resonating powerfully. "Stop what you're doing."
Ha, you want me to stop, and I will?
[Silva Zoldyck appeared.]
There should be Boss BGM here.
I am not the protagonist, my luck is not good, and I ran into Silva returning from work.
[Taking out] ammunition for reloading.
Silva probably has poor memory due to being middle-aged. He's forgotten that I didn't listen to him the past two times he told me to stop.
"Mike," the Zoldyck's guard dog at the gate, is the ill-tempered and wildest of its kind. Silva chose to train it himself, making it the guard dog that most requires loyalty.
Raising the rocket launcher, I aimed at Silva's chest.
Thus, "Mike" became a dog that only obeys the commands of the Zoldyck family members, with mechanical and cold eyes, a result of complete domestication.
Silva enjoys training dogs, not ordinary dogs, but large beasts or magical beasts, especially those with sharp teeth and claws and fierce temperaments.
Some of them become hunting trophies, made into taxidermy, while others become family dogs, recognizing him as their master.
Kikyo, who is infatuated with him, is also one of his trophies.
I think the most honest words he ever said to me, as a Manipulator, must have been, "Find your weakness and I will defeat you," right?
That is a deep-seated desire for conquest and a drive to win.
Ah, there's nothing wrong with that. Those who become world-class powerhouses must harbor strong convictions, unlike ordinary people who have no persistence and live aimlessly day by day.
Silva took a step out of the smoke, his long silver hair, lifted by his movement, still partially buried in the smoke.
Thinking that with my mediocre abilities, I could make someone at the pinnacle of the world feel frustrated, no matter the cost, it seems like a profitable deal for me.
When a rabbit challenges a lion, people only praise the rabbit's bravery and fearlessness because the lion's victory is natural—this is the advantage of the weak.
I smiled happily and pulled the trigger.
Let's see how Silva, a Manipulator, compares to Uvogin, an Enhancer, in defending against a rocket launcher. Don't disappoint me, Silva.
"?"
What surprised me more than the absence of an explosion was the fact that the trigger wouldn't pull.
Huh?
My wrist joint was clamped by Silva, and my fingers were completely unable to exert force, preventing me from pulling the trigger.
I thought I had at least grown to a point where I wouldn't be instantly killed. In the end, am I still a frog in a well?
The Zoldycks only give me tasks within my capabilities. The long period of smooth work has made me unconsciously arrogant.
They know my strength very well, even better than I do myself, and more objectively.
I am merely a clown jumping in the palm of their hands.
At this moment, I realized the extent of my opponent's power. Facing the Zoldycks, who have stood for a century without falling, the difficulty far exceeds my expectations.
Looking up, Silva's flying silver hair slowly cascaded down due to gravity. He lowered his head, and his eyes reflected my excited smile.
Yes, I am very happy.
Having been sensitive to others' negative emotions for years in the "real world," I could sense that Silva was somewhat displeased. Destroying his ancestral home was a rare and effective provocation to him as the current head of the family.
If he is unhappy, then I am happy. This means I can shake him.
Shaking leads to flaws, flaws lead to weaknesses, and weaknesses lead to opportunities for victory. Then, I might be able to defeat Silva Zoldyck.
I am no longer the little one from eleven years ago, who he lifted with one hand and couldn't scratch no matter how hard I tried, and whose baby teeth chipped when I bit his finger.
I have grown to 165cm and painstakingly learned "Nen." My fangs and claws are sharper than before.
"Murs, these toys can't hurt anyone. I suggest you put them away," Silva said.
Oh, toys. That's right. At Silva's level, ordinary firearms pose little threat. They are, at best, toys.
[Picking up] the rocket launcher into the game backpack, the rocket launcher disappeared from my hand.
Silva didn't let go and continued, "Take out your most commonly used weapon."
"..." After thinking for a moment, I complied.
Opening the game backpack, I selected the dagger Silva gave me in his boss dungeon reward room and [equipped] it to the hand not held by Silva.
"Good," Silva released my hand and took half a step back. "Here, now. If you can kill me, you can do whatever you want afterward; no one in the entire Zoldyck family will stop you."
"..."
[Legendary Quest]
[Quest Name: A Way to Repay the Zoldycks]
[Quest Content: Eliminate Silva Zoldyck, the current head of the Zoldyck family.]
Huh?
Huh?!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Is this a joke? How crazy would I have to be to think I could complete this mission?
However, not being able to complete it doesn't mean I don't want to try. A chance to challenge a Boss without an entry fee is very rare.
Come on, Silva, show me your character's health bar!
Staring intently, it was indeed a Boss health bar occupying most of my field of vision, very epic.
Brave girl, go and create a miracle! Offer your heart to Silva! (Not really)
There's not much to say about the specific process. I am not Chrollo; I don't have a rule-type Nen ability that ignores combat power. My only Nen ability, "Game Backpack," is so simple and harmless. Unless I possess strategic-level nuclear weapons, I have no chance of defeating a superior opponent.
Two emojis can simply summarize the battle:
Dad, I'm being hit.jpg
Master Mur, stop scratching, stop scratching.jpg
[Challenge Failed]
I ended up in the Zoldyck hospital.