Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

In the current game, heroes are the slowest to create compared to the other categories, and require the most effort.

To date, he has only created a little over twenty heroes.

46. ​​Welcome home

Among the heroes that Oboro has created so far, besides Nunu and Willump, there are also Master Yi and Kassadin.

He initially wanted to choose either Master Yi or Kassadin.

But they gave up quickly.

The reason I didn't choose it is because there are variables.

The highland bloodline of the Sword Saint and the Voidwalking of Kassadin can grant him super speed and the ability to appear and disappear unpredictably, but there are too many of them... so it's not very suitable when the Nen abilities of these people are unknown.

Because the heroes Master Yi and Kassadin are very afraid of being 'bound'... If the enemy's numbers cannot be reduced by more than half in a short period of time, the balance will tip... Oboro doesn't like taking risks.

He enjoys fighting, he pursues and desires personal growth... unlike Hisoka, who craves thrills.

He's afraid of dying...

Therefore, he will not put himself in danger.

He needed to end the fight quickly, in one go.

Therefore, considering all the options, the best among the heroes he could choose from was... the Snowfield Twins.

"There's not much left of my recitation..."

Oboro murmured something.

His injuries were alright... He was intentionally guiding the course of the battle, avoiding several fatal wounds. His abdomen was the most serious, but his internal organs were not damaged.

Whether the fighting will continue... is really hard to say.

If the 'beast' beside the Ten Elders Brown were present, and the number of Nen users had increased to around thirty... Oboro would absolutely not engage in a direct confrontation! There are many ways to fight... utilizing the terrain and environment to defeat them one by one is the optimal solution.

The hero chosen might also be different...

He would only give it a try if there were only a dozen or so people.

He is confident in himself!

However, he did not believe that he could defeat an entire Brown squad of Nen users in a head-on confrontation.

Different situations require different solutions; one must be flexible and adaptable.

In the square, a group of people were scattered everywhere, some dead... some still clinging to life...

Long walked to a corpse and looked down at it.

The woman named Uka had her lower body torn apart and her face unrecognizable, but frost had formed on the wounds and was melting little by little without bleeding... Her ball of yarn had disappeared.

This woman isn't a manifestation type; she's a specialization type...

Once that ball of yarn was woven into a little figure, Long had a premonition... that something bad was going to happen to him!

He walked over to Green again; the boy's chest was rising and falling slightly... His face was ripped apart, even his eyeballs were shattered...

"Still conscious?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's a bit of a pity...

For a boy of this age, this level of skill is already quite outstanding.

If he weren't an enemy, Oboro might have given him some pointers.

As his voice faded, Green's life force ceased.

Long finished off the remaining survivors one by one... and finally came to the person with the least injuries.

It's called "light" only in comparison to death.

The man's body was covered with wounds cut by the wind and snow, dense and shocking... but he still largely retained his 'human' appearance.

His pupils were dilated, and he was lying on the ground.

It was that guy who used the syringe to extract Nen... He jumped away immediately, but didn't create enough distance. He seemed to be thinking of taking advantage of the situation, having his companions hold off Oboro first, and then trying to escape after the blizzard arrived.

It's too late...

"I can save you. Do you want to live?"

Long stopped and spoke to the man.

The man's eyes flickered slightly, but his body was severely injured and he could not speak.

"Are you an exorcist?"

Seeing that he seemed to be falling into a coma, Long asked again.

Extracting Nen power... This inevitably reminded him of an extremely rare group of Nen users.

Exorcist Master.

The method of eliminating thoughts... can be considered a bug to some extent.

Oboro hadn't expected that the enemy's team would include an Exorcist... If he could revive them and have them serve him, they might prove useful and valuable in the future. Regardless of what kind of hunter he became, he couldn't fight alone... He would definitely need to build his own team, and in Oboro's vision, an Exorcist would have a place.

A true master is a rare find.

As if experiencing a final burst of lucidity, the man's eyes suddenly cleared, and he grinned at Long.

Immediately afterwards, the last vestiges of life in his body vanished like a kite with a broken string...

This person dissipated their 'qi' on their own...

"..."

Upon seeing this, Long frowned slightly.

Without a ripple of emotion, he simply walked away.

Although he was injured and had little mental energy left, he could still manage to clean up the survivors in the palace.

……

A few days later, the four Nen users under Brown's command who were in charge of leading the armed forces returned to the palace.

Their task was to deal with the chaos caused by the infiltration of the seven major families by the Fels family, to purge the troublemakers, and to leave troops behind to maintain order.

The four of them took a rare break from their busy schedules to come back and rest.

However, they also felt a little strange.

Because their companions had not contacted them for days, nor had they relayed any further orders or plans from their boss.

"Those guys can hide here and have some peace and quiet, damn it!"

At midday, the car stopped at the entrance of the palace. One of the men got out and grumbled, "We've suffered so much, and now we still have to..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's expression suddenly tightened.

Because he smelled blood and a foul stench.

The three men who got out of the car after him didn't react immediately, and chimed in, "Stop complaining, the sooner we finish, the better. After things calm down, we'll ask the boss for a long vacation... Anderson and his gang have almost wiped out the Fils family... They even destroyed the headquarters building, they moved faster than us! Now only some small and medium-sized gangs are left... I reckon it won't be long before the boss..."

Similarly, the conversation was only halfway through.

The three people's expressions changed suddenly.

"Hey, hey, hey... what happened?!"

"Someone has come knocking on the door? It's the Fils family? Impossible... If they had gathered a large number of people, there would have been news of it... Besides, their people have been fighting against Anderson's side all along. If they had transferred their forces, it would have been over by now... They wouldn't have lasted this long!"

The group spotted a rotting corpse lying on the ground in the distance, surrounded by a swarm of flies and emitting a foul stench; it was a guard.

My heart sank immediately.

"What's the panic... Grimm and the others are here... They probably just don't want to come out and clean... These lazybones!" A Nen user snapped out of his daze and rubbed his head.

Fa, looking helpless, said, "It seems that something did happen while we were away... Quite a few people died. Let's go in and take a look."

After speaking, he walked towards the gate first.

The other three followed.

"Judging from the traces left behind, it doesn't seem like a large-scale or team-based firefight... Were there only a few enemies? Or... just one?" The four of them ventured deeper into the palace, surrounded by uncollected corpses, some of them patrol personnel, others of checkpoint guards. "They were almost all killed instantly... The killer was very strong!"

The four experienced people immediately spotted the problem.

As the number of corpses they saw increased, and the manner of their deaths became increasingly bizarre, the expressions on their faces grew less relaxed.

"Anderson and his team still haven't found Phils Lily, the butler... or Oboro, who's the boss!"

"You guess... that all of this was done by Oboro?"

"Himself?"

"What a joke! He can't be that stupid... If he relies on the remnants of the Fils family and the still unresolved gang situation, he might be able to buy himself a chance to survive in the chaos and maybe even escape... But if he fights his way here alone, isn't he just throwing his life away? How arrogant must this guy be to think that he can..."

The group discussed it for a moment, and one of them curled his lip and spoke sarcastically.

But halfway through his sentence, another companion with a serious expression interrupted him, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

It belongs to Green.

beep...

The phone was constantly busy; no one answered.

The group quickened their pace and finally passed through the tall and imposing portico.

Before us lay a plaza deep within the palace grounds.

A scene came into view for the four of them.

It made them feel like they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Under the bright sunshine, a man sat on a stone platform next to the fountain, smiling as he looked at them.

On the ground in front of the fountain, eighteen corpses were neatly arranged.

It's already rotten...