Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Illumi couldn't find out, and even if Milluki were there, it wouldn't make a difference, because before being taken in by Moritonio, he was a homeless orphan.

"How do you know me?"

Illumi was like a piece of chewing gum; wherever Oboro went, he went too.

"Were you always this annoying?"

The vague answer was irrelevant to the question.

You should know that... at this time, Illumi is not the same person he was when the story unfolds; to put it bluntly... he is still a teenager.

Oboro never expected that Illumi would be like this at this time.

Indeed, one's nature is hard to change; Hisoka is like that... and so is Illumi.

"My family likes me very much."

Illumi began to speak with an air of seriousness.

"Ah…"

Long let out a sneer.

"You know my family well? You know my father or grandfather? Was it the person who taught you the practice of mind control who told you? In that case, he's very likely a client of my father or grandfather... Graham, is he involved in the underworld? Their clients are usually important figures... Indeed, compared to them, I need to hurry up and expand my client base..."

It's clear that Illumi, who is currently in the rising phase of his career, is working very hard...

On the first day, Oboro endured the torment of being harassed and nagged by Illumi, and subjected to all sorts of interrogations.

Of course, Oboro completely ignored Illumi's inquiries.

In the following days, Illumi calmed down a lot, but he would still find Oboro from time to time... Oboro got used to it and let him be his little shadow.

He truly admires his own adaptability.

Perhaps it was because of Hisoka's training...

Finally, half a month later, the airship landed in a city in the Dendora region of the Republic of Padokia.

Long felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders; she could finally get rid of the expressionless boy...

However, after descending the airship steps, Oboro suddenly had a plan.

"Here... this is someone's contact number. I think he's more likely to become your big client than I am..."

Oboro handed a note to Illumi.

Illumi nodded without any doubt: "Stronger than you?"

“We haven’t seen each other in a long time, and I don’t know him well… However, he should fit your Zoldyck’s definition of ‘target group’ better… This guy likes to kill and often causes trouble… You guys are experts at handling problems, so it’s a perfect match.”

Without even saying goodbye, Long ran off as soon as she finished speaking.

Let Illumi go find Hisoka... they're birds of a feather and can get together.

This would also distract Illumi and prevent him from being targeted again.

Illumi watched Oboro's departing figure, then lowered his head, took out his phone, and dialed the number on the paper.

After a few calls, the call was connected.

"Long?" A lazy yet expectant voice came from the other end of the phone.

Xisuo.

This number was specially prepared for Long, and only Long knows it.

It had been almost two years since they last met, and Hisoka had been wondering when Oboro would contact him.

“Sorry, it was Oboro who gave me the number… He said you have some trouble that might need to be dealt with, and I can help you… As for the price, since it’s your first order, I can give you a discount.” Illumi replied as if reading from a script.

"..."

There was a brief silence.

"Who are you?"

Hisoka's tone turned a little cold.

14. Sky Arena

The Temple is some distance from the Sky Arena.

The Heaven's Stadium is located in the northeast, while Kukuroo Mt., where the Zoldyck family is located, is in the Dendora region in the northwest, which is the exact opposite.

After leaving the station, Oboro boarded a bus to her destination.

There were no empty seats on the bus; it was all full.

Moreover, most of the passengers looked like they were martial arts experts... some were burly and strong, while others were as thin as monkeys, but their eyes were sharp.

There are all kinds of people... but without exception, they are all after money and fame.

These people come from all over the world, and for them, making a name for themselves at Sky Arena is a great opportunity to turn their lives around and grow.

The Sky Arena is the fourth tallest building in the Hunter World, hailed as a holy land for fighters and a paradise for martial arts enthusiasts. It attracts over a billion viewers annually, with more than four thousand challengers registering every day. In addition, there are countless betting platforms of all sizes related to the Sky Arena, which significantly boost the gambling economy.

There's also the underground fighting industry...

This has also made Sky Arena a famous tourist attraction; even without playing matches, people from all over the world visit it every day.

If Oboro remembers the rules of the Sky Arena correctly, winning a match on the first floor only costs 152 Jenny, equivalent to the price of a glass of juice. The higher you go, the higher the prize money becomes. The prize money needs to be accumulated... If you lose, you might lose it all, and the Sky Arena organizers aren't going to give away money for nothing... Around the 50th floor, the prize money is about 50,000 Jenny. After reaching the 100th floor, participants will be assigned personal rooms.

The prize money for floors 150 and above exceeds ten million, and for floors 190 it's two hundred million... Once you reach floors 200 and above, it's basically a battle for reputation, and there are no more prize money.

However, the room will be upgraded to a luxury suite, weapons will be allowed... and an agreement will be signed, the style will be more deathmatch-oriented, and there will be life-threatening situations.

Two years later, when he was six years old, Killua came here for the first time. He reached the 150th floor in two months, but stopped at the 200th floor. It took him a total of two years.

During this period, there must have been eliminations and failures, and you have to start 'climbing the stairs' all over again.

It is clear that floors 150 to 200 are the most difficult.

Above the 200th floor, although there's no money to be made, Long's idea is simple: he can use the prize money he's saved to gamble on his victory. In this way, the money will multiply... and he can earn an astronomical sum!

However... this method has a time limit. As he wins more and more games, the odds will definitely decrease, and in the end... there will be no suspense, and he won't make much money.

"I could contact one of the bigger casinos in the area...it would be best if I could be the bookmaker myself..." The car started and slowly drove away. Long, sitting by the window, looked at the scenery outside and thought to himself.

"Young man...are you here for tourism?"

Sitting next to Oboro was a bald man with explosive muscles, a thick golden beard, and wearing a white training uniform.

It's obvious that he's a fighter.

The bald, burly man grinned, appearing very enthusiastic.

"Ah."

Long smiled and nodded.

Judging from both his physique and his attire, Long was not as professional as his opponent; he was just an ordinary person.

"My name is Charles, and I'm a rising star who's about to make a name for myself in the Sky Arena... Do you want me to sign your autograph? Maybe it'll fetch a good price in the future..." The burly man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"No thanks."

Long politely declined.

"Are you sure? I'm really good... You missed a golden opportunity. You might regret it once I become famous~"

"..."

Long let out a soft sigh.

The car wouldn't reach its destination until very late, which meant they would have to spend a long time on the road... Judging from the bald man's appearance and enthusiastic attitude, and how talkative he was, Long felt that if they didn't agree, he would probably keep nagging.

"sorry to bother you."

Seeing that he had even taken out a small notebook and pen from his backpack, Longjian said something.

Rothschild.

The bald man's eyes lit up, and with a flourish of his pen, he wrote his name on the paper, tore it off the page, and handed it to Long.

He even gave Long a thumbs up: "You have great taste!"

"..."

When you encounter someone like this, even Long can't expect to have any peace and quiet.

Throughout the journey, Charles chattered on and on, demonstrating his extensive knowledge of the Sky Arena.

He was eliminated after reaching the 40th floor of the Sky Arena in the past... According to Charles, he was too young back then. This time, he is back and is very well prepared, confident that he can reach the 200th floor.

He spent five years training diligently, visiting and learning techniques from many martial arts schools, before regaining his confidence and preparing to make a name for himself in the Sky Arena.

Long looked at the newbie in front of him, who was talking non-stop, without mocking him.

Instead, it showed sufficient respect—respect for dreams!

As night fell, they finally arrived in the city where the Sky Arena was located.

As soon as I got off the bus, I was greeted by the bustling atmosphere of a big city.

Skyscrapers, neon lights... This place is more developed than Graham Garland, whether in terms of economy, population flow, or level of modernization, it is incomparable to the former.

"Charles".

After getting off the bus, Long called out to the bald man.

“I can take you to the Sky Arena…” Charles assumed that Oboro was new to the place and had no sense of direction, so she wanted to ask him for help.

"Do you have money?"

Unexpectedly, the next second, Oboro reached out his hand to him.

"what?"

Charles was taken aback.

"Hurry up..." Long beckoned with her finger, the meaning was clear.

After realizing what was going on, the bald man inexplicably took out his wallet and handed over a small stack of large bills.

"Thanks."