63 Chapter 63 Picasso-Hisoka

In the compartment.

Moses sat cross-legged on the bed, his entire body radiating a bright glow of Nen.

'Vow Effect +1…'

Moses wasn't sure about the specific benefits that "Soul Echo" would gain from it, but he still had to judge it based on the practical process.

'First of all... well, let's not rush with the Mimic Appearance.'

Moses was preparing to add an ability mechanism to "Soul Echo" when he suddenly thought-

Before understanding the approximate enhancement of the Vow Effect, he could try adding other abilities with higher levels.

For example,

The precious ability to exchange positions with his shadow, and switch places between the shadow and an enemy.

In terms of tactical value, it is superior to the Mimic Appearance.

There is also the ability of Shared Training Results. If it can be added successfully, the value of the training buff can be fully utilized.

'Let's try the Shared Training Results ability first... with limitations in place. If it succeeds, I'm not expecting to get back 100% of the training results, but it shouldn't be below 50%.'

Thinking this, Moses began his attempt.

About ten minutes later.

Moses ended in failure.

'It seems that the level of the Shared Training Results ability is too high. Even if the Vow Effect is increased by one level, I can't make it happen. But now that I think about it...'

'Clone-type abilities, depending on factors such as distance, power, and accuracy, usually require some strict activation conditions. In addition, maintaining abilities usually requires a high degree of mental concentration.'

'Shared Training Results is something I can't touch for now. But how the ability in the original work, 'leveling up by killing', was obtained? I wonder how many strict limitations one has to shoulder to develop that kind of ability...'

Moses didn't feel much about not being able to create the Shared Training Results ability. After all, he had learned Nen for less than a month...

'Let's try the ability to exchange positions next.'

Moses focused his mind and began to attempt the development of another ability.

In the end, it still ended in failure.

'I guess I was thinking too optimistically.'

Moses chuckled at himself. After his idea fell through, he honestly attempted to create the Mimic Appearance ability.

This time…

He successfully developed the ability.

The shadow figure originally only had a dark outline, but under the baptism of Nen, color slowly emerged on its body, and then it slowly transformed into Moses's appearance.

The shadow figure—

No,

It should be called a shadow clone now.

'The speed of mimicking appearance is too slow. I can only shorten the time limit slowly through training. It must reach at least 0.5 seconds to be considered qualified, oh?'

Moses suddenly glanced at a stain on the face of the shadow clone, propping his chin with his hand, smiling: 'The effect of the ability is even better than I expected.'

After successfully developing the Mimic Appearance ability, Moses has already churned out all kinds of dirty tricks in his mind, and he's just waiting for a destined person to experience its wonders.

'Let's check if there's any remaining Vow Effect... Let's start with the basic body functions. But, should we try the hearing ability first, or the ability to speak?'

After contemplating for a moment, Moses chose the hearing ability.

He poured his thoughts into the ability, waited for a moment, then casually plugged his ears with something and let the shadow clone step back. He then made a motion of lightly rubbing his thumb against his ear.

The faint sound generated was accurately transmitted to his ears.

'It worked.'

The corners of Moses's mouth raised slightly.

However, he didn't stop there and continued to try to develop the ability to speak.

After a while, there was no result.

"So be it."

Moses is already very satisfied.

His "Soul Echo" leaned toward a compound-type ability with unique characteristics, and the development difficulty spoke for itself. It requires strict limitations to achieve the effect of the ability.

Now, he had only set up a limitation of Shared Pain and received so much feedback...

So Moses was already content.

He had a premonition that, as long as his 'memory capacity' was sufficient, "Soul Echo" could bring him even more surprises.

'To celebrate the birth of new abilities…'

Moses beckoned the shadow clone to come over and threw a few punches at it.

The shadow clone was pushed back two steps by his punches.

'It feels a bit off.'

Moses looked at the shadow clone, which was identical to himself, with a frowned brow: 'It feels like I'm abusing myself when I beat, oh... I'm indeed abusing myself, but it still feels a little different.'

Saying that, instead of making the shadow clone revert to the form of a shadow figure, Moses pondered over a certain possibility.

'Interesting.'

Moses closed his eyes and continuously recalled the memory images related to people in his mind.

There is Hisoka, there is Chrollo, and there is Illumi...

In the end, Moses chose Hisoka.

The fleeting images of those memories that flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern suddenly froze on Hisoka, and gradually became clearer.

At the same time.

The shadow clone, like a terracotta warrior exposed to the air after a thousand years, lost its visible color at a speed visible to the naked eye and quickly turned back into an all-black shadow figure.

Shortly afterwards, bits of color appeared and spread across the shadow's body, diffusing like ink on rice paper...

With his eyes closed, Moses had some cold sweat quietly breaking out on his forehead, which made him look particularly strenuous.

Meanwhile, the colors on the shadow's body were gradually becoming clearer, and at the same time, its size was significantly increasing.

About fifteen seconds later.

The shadow turned into the appearance of Hisoka, or more accurately—

He looked a lot like Picasso's painting.

However, some obvious characteristics can also lead to the recognition of 'Ah, this is Hisoka'.

"Whew."

Moses wiped off the sweat with his hand, and then delivered a fierce punch to the face of Picasso-Hisoka.

Accompanied by a muffled sound…

Picasso-Hisoka staggered back, and Moses sighed.

'This feels much better.'

Afterward, Moses tried his best to beat Picasso-Hisoka. The beating was so exhilarating that he felt that the efficiency of pain tolerance training would be greatly improved in the future.

Somewhere in the world.

The twenty-year-old Hisoka held a playing card stained with blood between his two fingers.

In front of him, lying on the ground, was a well-built, lifeless Enhancement-type Nen user.

Hisoka lowered his head to look at the corpse, lightly kissed the bloodstained playing card, then used his index finger to press against the heavily swollen cheek.

"It hurts a bit, as if I've been continuously punched by someone."

Despite saying so, Hisoka showed a pleased expression.

Switching back to the office.

Moses, breaking the records, continuously and relentlessly beat Picasso-Hisoka for an hour. Only then did he dispel his ability, collapse onto the bed, and enter the Zetsu state.

He gave himself an hour of rest time.

Time passed-

An hour later…

Moses stopped using Zetsu and then walked out of the room.

Sanbica and the others are already waiting outside.

Without wasting much time, Moses, Sanbica, and Biscuit left the office under Lisha's watchful eyes.

Arriving at the side of the road, Biscuit hailed a late-night taxi, then straightforwardly used her power of money and buy the taxi on the spot.

"Don't forget to reimburse me."

Biscuit, who had taken the driver's seat without hesitation, winked at Sanbica.

Sanbica nodded silently.

"Sit tight."

Biscuit gripped the steering wheel with both hands, showing a hint of excitement in her eyes.

"Hmm?"

Moses immediately fastened his seatbelt, and at the same time, he did not forget to remind: "Sanbica, seatbelt."

At this moment, Biscuit stepped on the gas aggressively.

With the roar of the engine, a large amount of exhaust gas came out of the rear of the taxi, and the car rushed forward with a swish.

Half an hour later.

The taxi drove out of Spice City and traveled far on the spacious road without encountering any obstacles.

"It actually went very well."

Moses was a little surprised.

Just as he finished speaking, there was a very recognizable sound of helicopter propellers coming from behind.

"…"

Hearing the loud sound, Biscuit and Sanbica glanced at Moses silently.

"…"

Moses immediately kept his mouth shut.