The important point of focus was concentrated on the word "characteristic."
Sean sat down cross-legged against the wall, resting and recovering his "aura" on one hand, while deep in thought on the other, gradually gaining some clarity.
'A "characteristic," as the name implies, is a special quality. The main point is to be different from the rest.'
'Tsubone integrated the "characteristic of the era" into her "Nen," breaking her limits step by step along with the development of the times.'
'Hisoka grasped "resilience" and "deceit." One is physical elasticity, the other is an ugly quality rooted in the surface layer of human consciousness. His personality is just like him: wantonly murderous, yet strangely knowing when to tighten and loosen. When he meets someone interesting, he doesn't hesitate to cultivate them for a while, then fight them to the death to obtain mental pleasure and satisfaction.'
'And me? What is my characteristic? And what kind of path should I walk in the future?'
'"[The World]!"' Sean's eyes flashed.
'"I came from one world and went to another. This is my greatest advantage as a transmigrator, what separates me from the natives!"'
'"It's not my innately awakened 'Nen ability,' 'Manga Domain,' or the 'Appraisal' talent I gained after breaking the 'Self-Cognition Barrier'."'
Unconsciously, he entered the surface layer of his own consciousness. As his thoughts deepened, Sean began to try to advance from the surface layer toward the deeper sea of the subconscious.
At the same time, a faint, elusive aura involuntarily spread out as his thoughts deepened.
It is said that "Nen" is a reflection of the heart and personality. With his back to Tsubone, the "hexagram" in Sean's right eye flickered in and out of existence. A metallic, intermittent system prompt seemed to sound.
[Detecting Host has entered a restricted mental zone... initiating sleep mode... sleep mode complete, preparing to restart... restart failed... continuing sleep mode]
[Forced restart... failed... continuing sleep mode]
[Restart... sleep mode]
[Re-boop...]
'Hm? Is the Young Master asleep?' Tsubone noticed that Sean had gone still.
Guarding the door, she pushed up the glasses on her nose. She was surprised to find that Sean seemed to be shrouded in an indescribable... something. It clearly had no substance, and the naked eye couldn't capture it, but... she could just "see" it. How strange!
"Buzz..." At this moment, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang. Realizing something, the old butler frowned and quietly answered the call.
Maha's serious voice came through immediately: "Tsubone, push the camera in closer. It's best to get right in that brat's face!"
The time was now nine o'clock at night. The part-time waiter in charge of running errands and delivering food, "little Zeno," with his conspicuous white hair, had his hands behind his back. He noticed the three big shots ignoring the sumptuous dinner on the table, instead staring grimly at the image projected by the "surveillance glasses."
He curiously sidled up to the old man and said, "Grandfather, the food is ready. Stop watching, it'll get cold."
"Don't bother me, you dog!" Maha threw a backhanded slap at Zeno. He didn't even spare him a glance, his eyes locked firmly on Sean in the feed.
Zeno clutched his face, shot him a resentful glare, and then sidled up to Zigg. Before the word "Father" could even leave his mouth, he was slapped again by Zigg.
"Didn't you hear your grandfather? Scram!"
'You...' Zeno trembled with rage. When had the dignified former head of the Zoldyck family ever been wronged like this!
Finally, he turned his gaze to Netero. 'It's one thing for my grandfather and father to hit me, but you're an uninvited guest, you can't possibly...' However—
Before Zeno could even speak, Netero glanced at him calmly and gave a sinister smile. "I'm warning you, I haven't fought anyone in a long time. My hands are really itching right now"
'Fine! I can't afford to offend you! I'll just stop looking, all right?' Zeno was furious. He flung his wide sleeves and left in a huff.
Without his interruption... noticing that the camera had pushed in close to Sean, Maha let out a rare, strange cry and burst out laughing. "Hehe... the brat's finally on the right track!"
"He's realized that 'Nen' itself is a Nen user's true weapon!"
"Crossing the river by feeling the stones. It seems he took Tsubone's words to heart," Zigg echoed Maha, a smile also appearing on his old face.
'Characteristic.' Looking at Sean's state, wasn't he exploring and contemplating his own future path?
"Zigg, guess. What do you think this kid's 'characteristic' will be?" Everyone present was a top-tier Nen user on this continent. They were all too familiar with Sean's current state. Zigg and Netero exchanged a look.
The strongest man in the world chuckled and sighed in admiration. "Only he himself knows his path. But to begin 'questioning the heart' at the age of eleven..."
"Hoho... congratulations, Zigg. The Zoldyck family has a successor."
'Sour. So sour.' Maha sniffed, glanced at Netero, and smiled smugly. "I told you that useless son of yours was no good. If you're really that jealous... why don't you find another mistress and have one."
'Old bastard... how did I not notice that you've become more and more shameless recently?'
Netero glanced at the H-manga Maha had placed on the dining table and pursed his lips. "I'm not trying to discourage you, old master, but 'questioning the heart' is just an attempt. Whether he can find a 'characteristic' that suits him is still unknown."
The Chairman had lived a life of battle and had seen far too many geniuses. In the end, very few could truly decipher the mysteries of their own hearts and find the correct path.
In the original story, Kastro was a living example!
In the process of cultivating "Nen," despite clearly being an "Enhancer" type Nen user, he diverged from his own category, choosing to walk the path of the "Conjurer" type, which was severely incompatible with his nature. The result was predictable.
His proud "Double" was miserably defeated by Hisoka, mocked by the fruit-farmer as a "waste of memory."
"So... what happens next is all up to Sean himself." Zigg said with a solemn expression, "I believe this child will find a 'characteristic' that suits him."
Maha snorted but said nothing, squinting at the feed.
Sean was immersed in his exploration, treating the outside world as floating clouds. His consciousness sank deeper and deeper as he continued to ponder.
'As an independent individual, my "uniqueness" lies in my transmigration.'
'I have died, and I have been born. I have crossed the boundary of life and death, and I have come into contact with two different "worlds".'
'I have a lifetime more of knowledge than others, and I have experienced one more opportunity to see a different "world".'
'So, strictly speaking, I am an omniscient observer, looking down on this "world".'
'In other words, the heavens are the chessboard, and people are the pieces. I should be the sole player deducing this world.'
'And my only opponent is undoubtedly the master of this world, the one who resists my influence on the fate of others—the Heavenly Dao!'