After finishing the Water Divination and calming his thoughts, Conrad ordered food to his room.
He didn't go cheap this time.
He chose a proper meal warm, filling, something with meat and vegetables and a few bottles of beer to wash it down.
As he drank, Conrad pulled out his notebook again.
This time, he wasn't listing instructors or cities.
He was planning himself.
"What kind of Nen user do I want to become?" he thought.
It wasn't a question about power alone.
Power without direction was meaningless in the world of Nen.
He had seen that clearly through canon knowledge and personal experience.
Strength in this world came from intent, creativity, and understanding, not just aura quantity.
The first name that surfaced in his mind was Morel Mackernasey.
Conrad paused, tapping his pen lightly against the page.
"Morel," he murmured.
Deep Purple. Smoke manipulation.
Not flashy in the traditional sense, but terrifyingly effective.
Morel wasn't just strong he was adaptable.
He could fight directly, stall, deceive, divide the battlefield, and support allies.
His abilities weren't limited to a single situation.
They scaled with intelligence and preparation.
"That's what a master looks like," Conrad thought.
"The fact that Morel did not considered himself to be a combatant is still there..."
"He showed how a experienced nen user fights against the nen users who are drunk on their power."
Chimera Ants, had no chance against to him at all.
Then his mind naturally drifted to Isaac Netero.
He shook his head almost immediately.
"Netero is a monster," Conrad admitted to himself. "Built on decades of obsession and faith."
That path wasn't his.
It required a level of singular devotion and physical transcendence that Conrad neither possessed nor desired.
Trying to imitate Netero would only lead to failure.
Instead, other names followed.
Hisoka.
A predator. Simple abilities taken to terrifying extremes.
Hisoka's strength came not just from Nen, but from his mentality how he fought, how he pressured opponents psychologically, how he used unpredictability as a weapon.
"Hisoka is the example that a nen user would not need lots of conditions and limitations."
"With a simple practical ability, his genius made him came on top in many battles."
On the other hand, Conrad thought another name.
Chrollo Lucilfer.
A walking library of stolen abilities.
Calm, analytical, ruthless when needed.
Chrollo didn't rely on brute force.
He relied on preparation, positioning, and layered conditions.
There was also odballs, that used nen in a most different ways.
Morena Prudo.
Dangerous not because of raw power, but because of systems.
Her ability created structure, growth, and escalation. She turned people into assets and chaos into momentum.
Conrad leaned back in his chair, beer in hand.
"These people," he thought, "they understand Nen."
They didn't treat it like a tool. They treated it like a language.
He looked down at his notes again.
"My greatest advantage," Conrad said quietly, "is that I can create multiple Nen abilities without being crushed by memory overload."
His system allowed separation. Distribution. Management.
Something that normally destroyed people like Kastro if they weren't careful.
"But that doesn't mean there are no risks," he added.
Conditions still mattered.
Limitations still mattered.
Nen always demanded balance.
Abuse it, and it would turn on you.
Conrad began writing more seriously now.
Versatility.
That word appeared again and again on the page.
"I shouldn't specialize too narrowly," he thought. "At least not yet."
A single trick was dangerous. Enemies learned. Adapted. Countered. But a Nen user who could switch approaches mid-fight control, deceive, strike, retreat was far harder to deal with.
"I need to be a jack of all trades," Conrad concluded.
Not a master of everything but competent in many areas, with the intelligence to choose the right option at the right time.
He imagined a fight.
An enemy expecting close combat only to be trapped or manipulated from afar.
An enemy preparing for manipulation only to be met with direct, reinforced strikes.
An enemy analyzing his ability only to realize too late that it wasn't his only one.
"They shouldn't be able to predict me," Conrad said softly.
That was the key.
Unpredictability wasn't chaos. It was controlled uncertainty.
Conrad took another drink and closed his notebook.
"Manipulator as my base," he summarized. "Specialist when necessary."
Abilities that could control, influence, divide attention. Conjured tools or constructs when needed. Conditions carefully designed, not rushed. Each ability filling a gap, not overlapping uselessly.
"And above all," he added, "I fight smart."
He wasn't trying to be the strongest.
He was trying to be the hardest to deal with.
As he finished his meal and leaned back, Conrad felt something solidify inside him not power, but direction.
After reaching a conclusion about his overall path, Conrad stayed seated for a long while, staring at the notebook on the table.
The words he had written earlier circled back in his mind versatile, unpredictable, control, preparation.
All of them pointed toward the same idea, even if he hadn't noticed it at first.
One word finally surfaced clearly.
"Magic."
Conrad repeated it quietly, testing how it felt.
Not magic in the fairy-tale sense, but something closer to how Nen already worked. Structured rules.
Conditions.
Effects that looked impossible to those who didn't understand the system behind them.
More accurately, he thought, a sorcerer. Or a mage.
Someone who didn't rely on brute strength alone.
Someone who fought with preparation, layered techniques, and clever use of abilities.
Someone who could control the flow of a battle without always standing at the center of it.
"That fits," Conrad said softly.
A Nen user who acted like a mage could fight directly when needed, but also set traps, create delayed effects, manipulate the battlefield, escape when things turned bad, and return later with a different plan.
It wasn't about overwhelming power it was about options.
Teleportation. Control techniques. Seals.
Conditions that punished enemies for careless actions. Utility abilities that didn't look impressive but decided battles quietly.
The more he thought about it, the more natural it felt.