Gon's Harem System

As he kept staring at the pages, a thought occured to him, what if the scroll wasn't actually empty but needed a key to unlock it?

Gon stared at the blank scroll, his thoughts racing. 

What if his grandmother had left something truly important or secretive for him, something he had completely overlooked in his emotional turmoil? 

What if, in his frustration, he had dismissed it too quickly? His heart pounded at the thought of having missed something that could change everything.

Gon's fingers trembled as he traced the edges of the scroll again, Maybe the blankness wasn't a sign of nothingness, but rather a puzzle he needed to solve.

But what could it be? And what would the possible keys be? 

Gon furrowed his brow, staring at the blank scroll as his mind churned with ideas.

Maybe it was some artifact, something physical that would trigger the magic hidden within the scroll. A gem, perhaps, a gem that could resonate with the scroll's magic. It made sense, in a way. 

Many ancient spells and secrets had been bound to objects, artifacts that acted as conduits or keys to unlock hidden powers. 

Maybe his grandmother had left something like that for him, and he just hadn't realized it until now.

He thought back to her belongings, to the things she had kept in her room when he was younger, was there something he had missed, something that might connect to the scroll?

The idea of a gem was a tantalizing possibility, but what if it wasn't something so obvious?

What if the key was something more personal, something tied to his emotions or his will?

Or maybe it needed to be held over a flame.

Gon had heard of that before—ancient scrolls or hidden texts that revealed their secrets only when exposed to heat. 

The parchment would scorch, revealing symbols or words previously invisible to the eye. 

The idea lingered in his mind, tempting him with the possibility that a simple flame could unlock the scroll's mysteries.

But Gon shook his head, quickly dismissing the thought. He wasn't willing to risk burning the scroll. 

It was all he had left of his grandmother, the last piece of her that had been passed down to him. 

Even if it held nothing more than empty promises, he couldn't destroy it, not like that.

The idea of watching it curl and blacken in flames was too much for him to bear.

Flames would be the last resort, he decided.

He would explore every other possibility before considering that. 

If the scroll truly held something important for him, he was determined to uncover it without destroying what little he had left. 

There had to be another way.

"Come on, think," Gon muttered to himself, his mind racing. He could feel the pressure building as he racked his brain for any clue, anything that might make sense. 

What could it be? What had his grandmother liked? There had to be something about her preferences, her habits, something that could give him a hint.

As he sat there, staring at the blank scroll, an idea slowly began to form. It was small at first, barely a thought, but then it grew stronger as he remembered. 

His grandmother had always had a strange fascination with blood. There was something about blood, some connection she had with it that others never understood.

Could that be the key? Gon's heart skipped a beat as the thought settled in his mind. What if the scroll required blood, his blood, specifically, to unlock whatever hidden secret it held?

It seemed strange, even unsettling, but given his grandmother's peculiarities, it made a strange kind of sense.

Gon stood up, his pulse quickening with a mixture of excitement and fear.

As he stood, he asked himself, Was he truly willing to cause himself to bleed, just to unlock a mystery that might be pointless, or worse, dangerous ? 

The answer was yes!

There was a blade by the side of this drawer.

It was a gift from his father, the blade of his latest conquest. A blade supposed to represent power and prestige.

It was a beautiful thing with a very thin sharp edge.

Gon unsheathed the blade, loving the metallic sound.

He then took a deep breath before swiping his hand across the edge.

"Ouch", He whispered as a slightly wide cut appeared on his hand.

He quickly moved his hand over the scroll.

The first two drops failed to elicit a response and his heart began to sink in despair.

However the third drop met the paper with a faint hiss.

Gon's breath caught in his throat as he watched, mesmerized. A wisp of smoke curled upwards from the parchment.

Gon sucked in a breath.

The moment two more drops touched the paper, a strange, sharp hiss filled the room.

Gon froze for a moment, the sound sending a chill down his spine.

Then, to his amazement, the paper began to shift. 

Slowly, faint lines of ink began to appear, swirling across the surface like dark veins coming to life. 

The words emerged one by one, forming sentences that seemed to burn themselves into the paper.