The Strongest Assassin of the Zoldyck Family!

When watching the original story, Ron had always felt uncertain whether Wing was truly assigned by the Hunter Association to teach Killua and Gon, because there was no direct evidence to prove it. Logically it made sense, but logic alone wasn't enough; evidence was everything.

From Wing's attitude, it seemed as though he had been reluctant to teach Gon and Killua at all, only stepping in because he worried they would suffer a newcomer's baptism at Heaven's Arena. It felt purely out of kindness and concern. However, in this world, Ron had personally received a commission from Netero, and when Killua doubted Wing's identity, Netero had contacted Ron directly. Therefore, Ron knew Wing was indeed commissioned by Netero. It was a formal commission, just like how Ron had been commissioned to train Hanzo.

Thus, Ron could confirm that in the original storyline, Wing had definitely accepted Netero's assignment. Then the question arose—why did Wing pretend that meeting Gon and Killua was just a coincidence? Why did he initially avoid teaching them Nen, only approaching them when they were about to reach the 200th floor?

"Most likely, Wing thought Killua and Gon weren't yet ready to learn Nen. Wing was putting them through his own form of trial. In the original story, Wing only taught them after being half-forced to do so, when Gon and Killua earned the right to enter the 200th floor. Otherwise, Wing would not have taught them so soon."

"And strictly speaking, Wing didn't teach them much—only Ten, Ren, Zetsu, and Hatsu. He didn't even truly cover advanced techniques. Gon gathering aura into his fist couldn't even be considered real Hatsu. Uvogin's Super Destruction Fist was far more than just gathering aura. As for Killua's Hatsu development, it mostly stemmed from his childhood training."

"Maybe that's why later on, Biscuit Krueger would take over as their mentor," Ron thought. "That possibility seems very high."

Still, Ron didn't think Wing was wrong. As a Nen user, one inevitably had personal standards. It was just that Wing's thinking didn't match Killua and Gon's situation. It wasn't Killua and Gon's fault, nor was it Wing's fault. Wing simply had strict requirements regarding the age and foundation needed before learning Nen. If a student hadn't reached those standards, Wing would use alternative teaching methods.

Ron remembered that in the original story, Wing had even fabricated an alternate explanation about Nen instead of directly explaining the Four Major Principles. Meanwhile, Leorio had been taught only one basic technique called "Point." But Leorio's case was completely different from Killua and Gon.

Ron didn't think Wing was wrong, but he did feel Wing's judgment lacked flexibility, or perhaps his attachment to his philosophy was too strong. Killua and Gon didn't need such deliberate delays.

Suddenly, Ron thought of something else.

"Could it be that Chairman Netero recognized Wing's stubbornness and wanted to use this opportunity to teach Wing a lesson? Maybe Netero felt that Wing's obsession had gone too far, and so arranged for him to teach Gon and Killua precisely to challenge his thinking? Or maybe it wasn't even Netero—it could have been Biscuit?"

After all, Biscuit Krueger was Wing's teacher.

Ron thought about the subtle relationship between Illumi and Killua. Illumi believed Killua's path was wrong and used his own extreme methods to "educate" him. At first, Silva Zoldyck didn't interfere. But in reality, Silva likely hoped Illumi would eventually recognize his own mistakes.

Ron let his thoughts wander a bit.

"But overall, there shouldn't be any major problems. At worst, things will unfold just like they did in the original story."

Ron wasn't very worried.

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Deep in the desert, after Ron left, silence fell completely. Yet, amid the dead stillness, another presence quietly emerged.

High in the sky, a bird flapped its wings. Suddenly, as if struck by something unseen, its body plummeted uncontrollably downward.

Thud!

The bird smashed into the sand, its body turning into a puddle of rotten sludge. Black liquid, thick like crude oil, began seeping from the desert sands, bubbling up around the bird's corpse. An intense death aura burst forth.

The corpses scattered across the sand seemed to respond, slowly moving toward the black liquid. Bit by bit, they merged into it, causing the mass to swell larger and larger.

A human figure approached the desert's depths.

"Where is Kroll? Where did he go?" The young man frowned. "Why is there no trace of him? Did the plan to revive Lord Rosgell fail... or succeed?"

Suddenly, an even more alarming thought crossed the young man's mind, and his expression darkened.

"Could it be that bastard Kroll ran off with Lord Rosgell?"

At that moment, the black mass of liquid surged up, now enormous beyond measure. It had no head, no eyes, no mouth, only a terrifying presence as it lunged toward the youth.

The young man sensed danger and immediately dodged away. Looking back, he saw the black mass and his pupils contracted sharply.

"What is that!?"

The next second, the black liquid exploded into countless droplets, shooting toward him from every direction. There was no room to escape.

A single black droplet landed on the youth's body.

Sizzle!

It was as if hot oil splattered onto flesh—or acid corroded it. A thick black smoke rose.

The searing pain made the youth scream in agony. He struggled desperately, but it was too late. More black liquid splattered onto him. Very soon, his body dissolved completely, becoming one with the black mass.

When the youth completely vanished, the black liquid retreated back into the sand.

The desert returned to silence. As if nothing had ever happened.

In the Republic of Mingbo, far away, a middle-aged man furrowed his brows deeply.

"Why are they all suddenly unreachable...?"