I'm extremely interested in Nen abilities.

A faint scream coming from the distance in the corridor outside the door woke Xiao Di from her dream.

She rubbed her eyes, fumbled for her glasses and put them on, then got up and found that Jingyang was already awake.

"What Conan plot..."

Jingyang straightened up, sat up, and touched his chest.

Seeing his actions, Xiao Di immediately understood what was going on: "The person who was bitten by the fish is dead?"

“Hmm.” Jing Yang nodded. “Just half a minute before the screams started… it seems that someone opened Ou Jie’s door, the fish in the secret room disappeared, causing Ou Jie to die on the spot.”

He glanced at the time; it was only 5 a.m., and there were still 3 hours left until the spacecraft was scheduled to arrive at its destination.

With her hair sticking up messily, Shizuku asked curiously, "So, Chrollo wasn't able to steal that person's Nen ability?"

Jingyang pondered for a moment and said, "There is another possibility."

He exchanged a glance with Shizuku. "Kuroro is stealing right now... Hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, maybe you can catch the show."

The two quickly got out of bed and went into the small bathroom. One brushed his teeth first, and the other washed his face first, and then they switched places.

After getting ready, Jingyang and Xiaodi went out.

As soon as the door opened, you could feel the noisy atmosphere outside. Many people were hurrying by in the corridor, whispering to each other as if calling out to friends.

"Someone died!"

"I heard he's a celebrity..."

"That's Ottogi! Ottogiski!"

"That Ottoman Ottoman who murdered his wife?"

"Good death!"

"Go check it out right away..."

Following the crowd of onlookers, Jingyang and Xiaodi walked towards the viewing area. Across from the viewing area was the area of ​​luxury private rooms, where many passengers were gathered. The flight attendants were trying their best to maintain order, but they were struggling and overwhelmed. Fortunately, due to the airport pickpocket incident, the actual number of passengers boarding this flight was very small, only about a hundred, which was not full. Otherwise, it would have been even more chaotic.

Most passengers had gone to watch the murder scene, leaving the viewing area sparsely populated. Machi, with her messy pink hair, was gazing at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window. Kubi, with her long hair obscuring her face and revealing only one eye, sat beside her, fiddling with her phone.

Jing Yang didn't pay much attention to them. Kubi, the materialist, was alright, but Machi, the master of transformation, gave him a very dangerous feeling.

Having reached 9000 Nen in just over two months, I can say without being immodest that my exceptional talent certainly played a part. But this also suggests a very real possibility: in the early stages of Nen use, as long as one has talent and is willing to work hard, the accumulation of Nen can lead to a leap forward in a short period of time.

Are people like Machi considered talented? How long have they been cultivating? What is her total mental capacity? 1? 2? How many tens of thousands?

Although Nen power is not the sole determinant of a Nen user's strength, nor is it the only factor in determining the outcome of a real battle, it is still quite convincing as a measure of theoretical, on-paper strength...

Avoiding Machi and Xiaodi, who seemed like wild beasts mixed into a flock of sheep, Jingyang and Xiaodi went to check out the chaotic scene. The security personnel were sweating profusely, maintaining order at the crime scene, contacting ground personnel, and exchanging hushed conversations over walkie-talkies, seemingly discussing things like reviewing surveillance footage.

Not finding Paliston or Kuroro, Jingyang and Xiaodi, who hadn't even had breakfast yet, went straight to the entertainment area, which was also deserted.

In the quiet dining area, Paliston and Kuroro sat at one of the tables, seemingly having a very pleasant conversation, as if they were having a fan meeting with their idol, chatting quite happily... Well, Jingyang couldn't see Kuroro's expression with his back to him, but judging from Paliston's gleeful and cheeky look, things seemed to be developing in a direction that Jingyang hadn't expected.

Jingyang and Xiaodi sat down for breakfast at an empty table not far away, occasionally glancing at Paliston's table. It wasn't until Paliston picked up a pen, elegantly signed his name on a book that Kuroro handed him, and closed his palm that Kuroro politely got up and left.

...You've stolen it all? Is it really that simple?

Jingyang's expression remained unchanged, though he was quite surprised inside. Xiaodi, on the other hand, was unaffected and didn't look around. She finished her breakfast properly and politely said, "I'm done eating." Only then did she turn to look at Paliston and the others, only to find that Kuroro had already left.

Paliston seemed to have noticed them peeking earlier, and waved to Jingyang with a bright smile.

Jingyang rolled his eyes and lowered his head to eat his breakfast.

But soon, Paliston came over on his own.

He could have just sat down naturally, but he deliberately asked in a cheeky way, "Can I sit down? You two look like a couple, or maybe siblings. I hope I won't disturb your forbidden emotional exchange, haha, just kidding."

"Is there something you need?" Jing Yang asked without looking up, continuing to eat.

Paliston smiled and said, "Just now, the secret room fish was stolen by him."

Jing Yang squinted at him unhappily. Xiao Di looked at Paliston with curiosity, then made a gesture of circling her finger next to her head, as if asking Jing Yang if this smiling person really had no problems with their head.

Paliston's smile deepened. "So you guys really do know about the abilities of that Phantom Troupe member..."

Jing Yang didn't notice any significant change in his expression, but the next second Paliston suddenly realized and muttered to himself, "Ah, it seems you were already quite certain that he was a member of the Phantom Troupe."

"Xiao Di, don't be so startled," Jing Yang said to Xiao Di. "This weirdo has read all the intelligence."

"Is it because of me?" Xiao Di asked innocently.

Jingyang pinched her cheek.

Paliston watched this scene with a smile.

Upon seeing his smile, Jing Yang felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately looked at Paliston warily and asked, "You don't think we're perfect together and want to sabotage things too, do you?"

Xiao Di raised her hand, about to materialize the bulging-eyed fish, but Jing Yang quickly reached out and pressed her down.

This girl is so honest. As soon as the boss showed a hostile attitude, she immediately went into battle mode...

Palston's smile faded slightly. He leaned back in his chair, gazing at the spaceship's ceiling, and said calmly, "The reason I can't help but want to destroy beautiful things is because I'm different from most people... I only feel happy when I'm hated..."

Blah blah blah... Jing Yang rolled his eyes. Xiao Di next to him then made a gesture of drawing circles next to his head with his finger, as if he suspected that Paliston had something wrong with his head. Jing Yang nodded seriously, and Xiao Di showed a look of sudden realization.

"What are you trying to say?" Jingyang interrupted Paliston's chanting. "You clearly saw that the guy had bad intentions, but you still went along with him and let him meet the conditions for the ability, stealing your fish's ability?"

"You mean to say that this kind of behavior, which could very well ruin you and make you hate yourself," he said with dead fish eyes, "is so blissful, it's almost making you die of pleasure?"

Paliston's smile was more "genuine" than ever before. His face was full of shadows as he smiled softly and said, "You see, I knew it. We're destined to be together."

...That damn pervert! Jing Yang really wanted to punch him, but he couldn't now because someone was coming.

A security guard from the spaceship approached and asked Jing Yang and Paliston to come over.

Chapter 61 I should have ended it all long ago

"Kuroro, are you saying that person deliberately let you steal their power?"

Machi frowned slightly, not quite understanding the situation.

Kuroro held a book in one hand, a faint smile on his face. "That's right. And there are only three possibilities. First, I guessed wrong, and he was completely unaware of the danger of me stealing his ability; second, he was aware, but was still confident that even if I stole his ability, he could start from scratch and develop a new one; or third, he never really cared about the ability I stole in the first place..."

The two are currently near the crime scene. Kuroro was the first to be called in for questioning because he appeared in last night's surveillance video.

When their objectives are not hindered, the members of the Phantom Troupe act in different ways. Some like to act tyrannically and kill anyone they don't like, such as Uvogin and Feitan, who are responsible for special attacks and interrogation. Of course, there are also those who are relatively willing to abide by some social rules, such as the more intelligent Shalnark—after all, if everything is done with violence, wouldn't intelligence be useless?

For example, the knight-errant is happy to spend money to buy things, regardless of where the money comes from; while Feitan and others scoff at the act of spending money to buy things, always adhering to the stance of thieves, and will simply rob whatever they want.

In short, it's quite normal that Kuroro didn't directly kill the spaceship security personnel who asked him to inquire.

After hearing about it, Machi and Kubi came over. After dealing with the questioners, Kuroro briefly explained the truth to Machi and Kubi.

“That doesn’t make sense, does it?” Machi didn’t entirely agree with Kuroro’s analysis and questioned, “How can the other party be sure of the actual effect of your ability? What if he completely loses his Nen, or is forced into a state of Zetsu, or simply dies if your conditions are met? The potential danger is too great. How could anyone be willing to do such a thing voluntarily?”

Koupi, who had been listening quietly, then said, "Machi, those more extreme outcomes you mentioned would require even more stringent conditions to achieve, right? After all, Nen abilities aren't something you can just do whatever you want..."

“That’s what makes that human so interesting,” Kuroro said thoughtfully. “I guess he would enjoy the possibility of destroying himself and being hated by himself.”

“They’re here,” Kubi suddenly said.

Machi and Kuroro both looked over, and Paliston and Jingyang, who were led over by the spaceship security personnel to be questioned, walked over with a black-haired girl with glasses.

As soon as Palston saw Kuroro, he immediately flashed a bright smile and greeted him, "Haha, how's it going? It took me all afternoon to develop this little toy, so it shouldn't be too boring, right? I was just wondering how to get rid of this little piece of junk I made, and you came to help me clean it up. Thank you so much."

“It seems to be the third one,” Machi said, her gaze sweeping over the smiling Paliston, the nonchalant Jingyang, and the curious Little Drop.

"Hmm." Kuroro closed the book and smiled slightly at Paliston. "Even if you provoke me like this, I won't hate you."

Paliston's smile remained unchanged. "That's a real shame. You don't have a personality defect, do you? I'm sure I've offended you."

"You'd rather die than keep your mouth shut, wouldn't you?" Jing Yang was truly speechless. This guy Paliston is such a weirdo, is he some kind of conjurer?

So the story goes like this: After Palston boarded the spaceship, he heard that Ozwarsky was also there. So he suddenly wanted to destroy this guy who had escaped legal punishment after murdering his wife and was about to enjoy a wonderful life. So he spent an afternoon developing a secret room fish that could be used to torture and kill the other party and bring them despair.

Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to deal with an ordinary person who can't read?

Jingyang thought to himself that Xiaodi's opinion was indeed correct; Paliston really did have something wrong with his head...

The spaceship's security personnel, as well as the passengers who were watching nearby, were all Muggles and couldn't understand their incomprehensible conversation at all.

Soon, Paliston and Jingyang were questioned.

Jing Yang only said that he was just wandering around at night out of boredom and returned quickly, unaware of what had happened. In fact, the surveillance video confirmed this, as Jing Yang was the one who spent the shortest amount of time outside O'Sullivan's room. Paliston, on the other hand, was much more talkative. He chatted away with the security personnel who questioned him, almost making them dizzy with his words...

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the end of the corridor, as if someone was trying to force their way through the crowd, causing a commotion.

Jingyang and the others looked over.

Security personnel frowned and tried to stop the man, who was quickly subdued but managed to shout with all his might, "Phantom Troupe!!"

The crowd was quiet for a moment, then suddenly erupted into even greater noise.

Is it the Phantom Troupe, the group of that Class A wanted criminal?

What is that person yelling about? Could it be that... the Phantom Troupe is on this spaceship?!

boom!

Taking advantage of the security guard's momentary lapse in attention, the man shoved him aside. He pulled down his hood, revealing a gaunt, emaciated appearance, neither human nor ghost, like a walking corpse. His unfocused eyes glared fiercely at Kuroro, Machi, and Kobi, and he sneered through gritted teeth, "Phantom Troupe, do you still remember me?"

"He's... that famous archaeology professor, Rui Wan?!" someone in the crowd recognized Rui Wan and exclaimed, "How did he end up like this!"

"I heard he suffered a terrible fate; his entire family was murdered—my God, by the Phantom Troupe?!"

"These people are the Phantom Troupe?!"

The onlookers were in an uproar, looking at Kuroro and the others in shock, including Jingyang and his two companions. Some people had already quietly retreated in fear.

The security personnel who were just questioning were now filled with doubt and suspicion. Really? Were these people really the Phantom Troupe? That ruthless, terrifying group of thieves?

In comparison, Kuroro and the others were much calmer, or rather, they didn't react at all.

"Who are you?" Kuroro asked.

"Heh heh heh heh..." Rui Wan laughed as if she were crying herself to death, "You killed my whole family, all my friends, and even my neighbors, just to find some bullshit information about the True Martial King's treasure... You deserve to die! Every day, every minute, every second I've lived has been filled with the urge to devour your flesh raw... Heh heh heh..."

True Martial King, it's True Martial King again?

Jingyang saw that, along with Ruiwan's miserable cold laughter, one after another Nianqiu began to appear in the air.

These were all condensed energy spheres, invisible to the naked eye, yet Kuroro and his two companions, along with Jingyang and his two friends, all saw them simultaneously. It was as if a dense school of fish had risen to the surface of the water; countless Nen spheres, radiating a rich aura, appeared in their vision amidst the surrounding air…