The sudden appearance of the voice, and its somewhat absurd proclamation, left Moyu startled.

“The observer? Exorcism count?”

Moyu collected himself, his expression neutral.

Being a person from another world, his first thought was of a ‘system’.

But this so-called ‘observer’ – could it truly be analogous to a system?

Instead of feeling thrilled or elated, Moyu’s thoughts inadvertently shifted back to last night’s nightmare. The oppressive atmosphere from the grudge in that dream left a lasting impression on him.

And the timing of this voice was…

Too coincidental.

So coincidental that it fostered doubt in his heart.

He was, after all, in the world of professional hunters.

One must understand that the world of Hunter x Hunter revolves around Nen, a unique power that can materialize imagination into reality, giving rise to countless peculiar abilities.

Meaning…

If last night’s dream was real, then—

Without knowing about this ability, he couldn’t rule out the possibility that the grudge had interfered with him somehow.

It could be that he was still trapped in a dream, or maybe he was under the influence of a Manipulator’s command.

The worst possibility was that his memories were being tampered with.

The more Moyu contemplated, the more muddled his thoughts became.

The clear knowledge of the world’s Nen system made him all the more suspicious of this opportune event, leading to even more complicated speculations.

After all, in the original story, even Nen abilities like kill to power-up existed. So, what was truly impossible?

Nen, by its nature, held endless possibilities.

Based on this understanding, Moyu’s thoughts kept spiraling… However, he soon calmed down.

Rather than overthinking, it would be more productive to take actual steps in discerning the origin of the voice.

If it was indeed a system-like existence, that would be fantastic.

But even if it wasn’t, he needed to understand its nature quickly.

“System?”

“Observer?”

“Exorcism?”

Moyu attempted to summon the voice that resonated deep within his consciousness.

Yet, there was no response.

“Am I doing this wrong?” He pondered.

Moyu murmured to himself and then stopped attempting to call the mysterious entity, instead focusing on recalling the contents relayed by the mysterious voice.

But after several attempts, there was still no response.

“What exactly is this voice?”

Moyu furrowed his brows.

Be it a system or some unknown entity, nothing comes for free in this world. If something does, it’s better to be cautious than overjoyed.

If he couldn’t figure out the full nature of this voice, he wouldn’t even be able to have peace of mind.

But, before he could fully understand it, as long as this so-called ‘observer’ didn’t harm him, it would be an acceptable situation.

Also, it was essential to quickly confirm the authenticity of the exorcism count.

That wasn’t too hard. He just needed to find a trace of residual nen to exorcise.

With that in mind, Moyu calmed himself a bit, then after washing and changing, he left his room.

As he stepped into the corridor, a chilly morning breeze caressed his face.

Subconsciously, Moyu looked towards the pond in the courtyard.

All was calm, with no signs of anything amiss.

He hesitated for a moment before walking over for a closer look at the pond.

There were no abnormalities. He couldn’t see or sense any nen.

It was as if the malevolent grudge from the previous night had never appeared.

Moreover, he had clearly been injured by the grudge the previous night, so it was impossible to wake up without a single issue.

Had the dream not been so vivid, he wouldn’t even have had any doubts right now.

“I hope it was just a dream…”

Moyu silently thought and then headed straight for the main temple.

He soon arrived at the entrance, took a step over the threshold, and walked in.

The temple’s floor was paved with red bricks. On either side of the entrance stood two vermilion pillars.

At the far end, right in front of the entrance, were three altars. Behind them sat a golden statue, four meters tall, with three heads and six arms. This fierce deity always reminded Moyu of Chairman Netero’s Nen ability, the 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva.

He wondered if he’d ever cross paths with legendary figures like Netero.

After gazing at the statue for a few seconds, Moyu turned his attention to the left altar, where various items were placed.

There were photographs, cotton gloves, DVD discs, pendants, and other common items.

These items were all remnants left behind by the departed in this world.

Moyu stood in front of the altar, examining the numerous mementos. With a quick glance, he detected a few faint black strands of energy.

The energy’s intensity was almost negligible, posing no threat whatsoever.

Moyu directly picked up a photo that exhibited those black strands of energy.

The photo featured a glamorous and enchanting woman who looked familiar, possibly a famous actress.

Flipping the photo over, there was a line written on the back:

“Airetin Nako, I’m so infatuated with you, but why have you never given me a second glance, not even once?”

“Uh…”

A slight twitch appeared on the corner of Moyu’s mouth.

The departed individual who wrote this must have been a fan so obsessed that they lost all sense of reason.

No wonder they could manifest post-mortem nen from the sentiments of an ordinary person.

“Well then, let’s use you for verification.”

Surrounded by a glow of nen, Moyu gently enclosed the cursed photo between his hands.

The moment he completed this ritualistic gesture—

Information about exorcism naturally integrated into Moyu’s cognition, as if it was an innate ability:

“Exorcism Count: 1/1.”

Only one opportunity to use it, without bearing any consequences or repercussions.

Moreover, after performing the exorcism, an ‘Emotional Fragment’ with various uses would be refined.

This remnant seemed to be the crystallization of a soul…

However, more than the Emotional Fragment, a single exorcism without any cost could drive the vast majority of Nen users mad with envy.

This was akin to having a Purification skill in battles between Nen users, which could instantly negate the effects of an opponent’s Nen on oneself.

Used wisely, it could turn the tide in the direst of situations.

If one wasn’t inclined to use it, this single exorcism could be exchanged for a vast sum of money.

There’s a reason why Exorcists are deemed the most valuable profession.

At this moment, Moyu could exorcise the curse from the photo whenever he wanted.

However, he wouldn’t waste such a precious opportunity on just a photo.

“So the condition is physical contact…”

Moyu understood and returned the photo to the altar.

Just as he set down the photo, hurried footsteps echoed from outside the temple.

Turning to face the entrance, Moyu saw a bald man, clad in grey linen attire with a beard, quickly stepping into the temple.

The person who arrived was none other than Moyu’s father from his past life — Hawk.

“What are you doing here so early?” Hawk looked at Moyu with a hint of surprise.

“I was just…” Moyu began, trying to conjure up an excuse, but he was immediately interrupted by Hawk.

“I’ve prepared breakfast, make sure you eat. Afterward, sweep the courtyard. Oh, and I’m leaving on a long trip soon. It might take ten days or even half a month before I return. While I’m away, if you don’t wish to entertain any visitors, lock the main gate. Don’t call me, whether there’s an issue or not.”

Hawk quickly relayed his instructions, and without waiting for any response from Moyu, he turned and left.

Moyu stood in silence, somewhat dumbfounded.

From start to finish, he didn’t get a chance to reply.

“Speaking of which… Hawk can’t use Nen.”

Moyu’s gaze moved to the top of Hawk’s head, where a smoky form of life energy was naturally dissipating.