HxH: Ryomen... Satoru?

The Reversed Cursed Technique, capable of healing anything as long as the person isn't completely dead. According to Sukuna's method, if the soul of the deceased can be retained, then even if the body perishes, complete resurrection is possible.

Just look at Itadori in the original story—his heart was literally ripped out, his body was cold for days, yet he still came back to life.

Cyr wasn't quite at Sukuna's level yet, but pulling back someone who still had a sliver of life left? No problem.

Additionally, cursed energy could also be used to protect the soul. Because this world was full of bizarre abilities, he constantly maintained a flow of cursed energy and Nen to shield both his soul and body simultaneously.

As for why he could use his abilities so recklessly without being detected by those below… It was because he had deployed a Curtain.

The range was small, only ten meters around him, but that made it even harder to detect or break.

Those outside couldn't sense the energy fluctuations within the Curtain, yet those inside could still observe the outside world without obstruction.

"If this fight drags on, it's going to spiral out of control..." Cyr muttered as he observed the battlefield below.

After Gon, the next to fall was Maro. Killua, thanks to his outburst of power, was still engaged in battle.

And as for a certain big white cat… It remained airborne, quietly supporting Killua while also carrying Maro over to Cyr's side. Due to their contract, it could sense where Cyr was at all times. Its assistance was one of the reasons Killua was still standing.

But if this continued any longer, Killua would undoubtedly collapse from overexertion.

"You don't seem too worried though, do you?" Biscuit glanced at Gon—who had been on the verge of death moments ago but now bore no wounds—and then at Maro, who had been critically injured and barely breathing, yet stabilized and rapidly healing the moment the white-haired boy reached out to him. Her anxiety vanished in an instant.

What was this kid's ability?

To effortlessly heal those on the brink of death without any apparent cost?

Just how far could this power go? Could it even bring back the dead?

Judging by how he used it without consequence…

As she pondered this, she was suddenly startled to see the boy's expression remain indifferent as he let out a dry retch, vomiting a mouthful of blood. At the same time, blood trickled from his eyes and nose. As if this was routine, he calmly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood away.

So… this power did have a cost after all.

That made more sense.

Biscuit's emotions became complicated.

Cyr, while wiping the blood, caught Biscuit's glance out of the corner of his eye and curled his lips into a mocking smile.

Everyone thought the same thing—an ability to save dying people without any price?

As if something like that could exist.

Though, in his case, it actually did exist. He just didn't mind faking the consequences.

By forcefully damaging his own brain, he could easily trigger bleeding from the seven orifices. It wasn't a big deal—he could just heal it with Reversed Cursed Technique. It was just a bit painful.

But his little act had yielded an unexpected result—

[Congratulations, Host. Current Gojo Satoru compatibility has reached 60%.]

[Limitless Unlocked.]

In the manga, when Gojo Satoru fought Sukuna, his Limitless technique short-circuited. Simply put, he ran out of stamina—his CPU overheated, his mana was drained, and his brain essentially fried itself. So, Gojo deliberately damaged his own brain and used Reversed Cursed Technique to heal it, allowing him to restore his Limitless.

Cyr tested it out and immediately felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his head. It was still within a tolerable range, but… yeah, it made sense why Gojo didn't keep Limitless on all the time as a kid.

It was exhausting. And mentally draining.

It wasn't until Gojo unlocked Reversed Cursed Technique that he could recklessly use Limitless 24/7.

With Cyr's Six Eyes compatibility only at 60%, he could only use 60% of Limitless. In a full 24-hour day, he could maintain it for a maximum of four hours at a time before it started damaging his brain.

Could he keep it on all the time? Probably. As long as he healed his brain every time it fried itself.

——

A pair of golden eyes fluttered open.

The blond young man sat up immediately and, as soon as he saw the white-haired boy, instinctively dropped to his knees.

"My Lord, I sincerely apologize for disgracing you." He bowed his head with utmost respect.

As for nearly dying and then being revived? That wasn't surprising at all.

If the Lord willed it, anything was possible.

"Hmm? At least you weren't the first to go down." Cyr waved his hand dismissively, clearly unconcerned.

If he really thought Maro was that strong, he wouldn't have put him in the same training group as Killua and Gon.

In Cyr's eyes, Maro's skill level was about the same as theirs. In actual combat, Killua would probably even beat him.

"Don't you think that guy makes for the perfect whetstone?" Cyr gestured toward the man below.

Biscuit grinned. "I was thinking the same thing."

Binolt's strength was just right for Killua and the others to use as a sparring partner. Meanwhile, she and Cyr could slack off and just observe.

"Well then…"

Cyr stood up and casually snapped his fingers, dispelling the Curtain.

The moment it vanished, Binolt's gaze snapped toward them.

A young man and a young woman—both fairly young, standing there out of nowhere.

It was like they had appeared from thin air.

No killing intent. Just an eerily calm stare.

And yet…

Their very existence alone was a threat.

"Alright, ceasefire." The white-haired figure floating in the air lightly announced.

…Who the hell would just stop fighting because someone told them to?!

That's what Binolt thought—until, suddenly, the wind that had been interfering with him disappeared.

With that annoying interference gone, he immediately gained the upper hand against the silver-haired brat.

His scissors sliced through Killua's skin with every strike.

"Oi, Killua, Gon's fine." Cyr drawled lazily.

The white-haired boy, who had been attacking in a frenzied rage, froze.

Slowly, he turned his head.

"See? Perfectly fine." Cyr lifted Gon's unconscious body and shook him a little.

Killua's dark, lifeless eyes gradually regained their light.

"…That's a relief."

A smile—genuine and unrestrained—formed on his face.

The next second, Killua collapsed, completely drained from using his abilities.

Anyone with half a brain would know to seize the opportunity when their opponent was defenseless.

Binolt did just that.

He lunged forward, scissors gleaming as he aimed for the fallen boy—

—but before the blades could reach him, a hand caught his wrist.

Or… perhaps "caught" wasn't the right word.

Because he couldn't even feel the hand touching him.

It was like an invisible barrier had blocked him.

No matter how hard he tried, his scissors wouldn't move forward.

"We've decided—"

A white-haired, blue-eyed boy with dark facial markings spoke nonchalantly.

"—we're recruiting you as an assistant instructor."

It was a simple sentence.

Yet he said it like Binolt should be groveling with gratitude.

…Just like those detestable high-society types he had despised in the past.

"I'LL NEVER OBEY YOU!"

A surge of bitter memories rushed in.

Binolt's pupils dilated, his body tensed—he was ready to fight to the death.

"Can you not force my hand?" Cyr sighed, easily sidestepping the wild attacks.

"There's no bounty for killing you in this game, you know?"

Corpses couldn't be taken out of the game.

And when a player died, their body returned to reality.

Too much of a hassle.

With a blink-step, Cyr vanished—

—and reappeared behind Binolt.

A swift chop to the neck sent the man crumpling to the ground.

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