Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

“David, do as he says.”

"Phils Lily said softly."

"Yes."

The old butler struggled to his feet, slowly stepped over the corpse, and headed towards the door.

The man in the clown makeup suddenly appeared in the hall... completely undetected by the guards, including the group of Nen users recently hired by the Fels family. They threatened him and Lily's lives, preventing their men from making any rash moves.

David didn't want to give his patriarch his phone number, but Hisoka only said one sentence... he was going to kill Lily.

David didn't dare take the risk, so he could only take out his phone.

Having been in the underworld for so many years... he knew from the tone of the other person's voice that they were serious.

No kidding.

"It didn't scare you, did it?"

Hisoka's eyes held an indescribable glint as he stared at Lily... There was a sense of danger in his gaze...

The woman's beautiful eyes darted around, a smile appearing on her face as she looked towards Hisoka's location. "Oboro... he seems to really dislike you."

"Bingo! You guessed right... because I am one of the people in this world who understands him best. Neither of us likes the feeling of being seen through... the less the outside world knows about us, the better... it is precisely because we understand him that we are disliked..." Hisoka extended his finger, and with a flick of his fingertip, the trump card he was holding disappeared.

He rested his chin on his hand, smiling as he looked at the woman. "I didn't expect him to be interested in the mafia... but I can guess why he did it."

"why?"

Phils Lily asked the question knowing the answer already.

“Of course… it’s for fun… the fun of getting stronger,” Hisoka replied.

Judging from your expression... you don't seem to agree with what I said.

He observed the subtle changes in the woman's expression and found it delightful.

"Hisoka...may I call you that?"

"of course."

“I may not know the head of the family as well as you do, but… I think you might have misunderstood. I don’t think the head of the family considers you a friend… and you and he are not the same kind of people,” Lily said bluntly.

There were only her and Hisoka in the room.

She seemed completely unafraid of Hisoka.

"Hmm...it seems he's changed a bit since we parted ways..." Hisoka said with a hint of amusement.

"What do you mean?"

"Lily asked."

She actually had no interest in Hisoka himself, nor was she curious about him... but since it concerned Oboro, Lily was willing to waste some time and words.

"What do you think he would do if I killed you and the butler?"

Hisoka tilted his head.

"I will kill you..."

"Why? To avenge you?"

"..."

Lily lost her voice.

“It’s because I ruined his plans… As for you and the butler, it doesn’t matter… He was just looking for a pretext to vent his anger. He’s an extremely dangerous beast… All of this is just a game, a game that will help him achieve his goals and become stronger.” Hisoka’s voice once again silenced Phils Lily.

"As for you... you're just people who are touched by a bit of warmth he exudes in their spare time... Don't take it too seriously, or one day he might devour you."

"You misjudged him... because you don't pose a threat to him. Your purpose..."

She wants to rely on him, which is something he can do effortlessly… without any trouble. However, if you do even the slightest thing that makes him uncomfortable… guess what he'll do?

Hisoka laughed and issued a warning.

"You really don't understand him..."

"you sure?"

"..."

Lily's breathing became erratic.

Hisoka stood up from the sofa, walked past Lily, paused, and glanced at her sideways. "Now I understand why Oboro kept you here..."

After saying that, Hisoka regained his composure and smiled, "Can you tell me where his room is?"

"..."

……

On the other end, Long let out a breath of stale air and shoved his phone into his pocket with obvious annoyance.

Hisoka finding the Fils family was unexpected, but it's not something to worry about for now... Judging from Hisoka's answer, he doesn't want to break ties with me yet, and... that lunatic probably isn't interested in the mafia either. If he wants to completely provoke and enrage me, there are many ways.

Hisoka won't choose the least effective one...

Because... the gangsters and the Ten Elders are not Oboro's Achilles' heel at all.

He wasn't that invested... otherwise he wouldn't have been able to leave things to him and go on vacation.

Hisoka was well aware of this.

Now, Oboro's fear of Hisoka isn't as great as it was at the beginning... After all, Hisoka's strength has reached a certain level. Since their separation years ago, with the passage of time, the difficulty Hisoka faces in defeating her has been gradually increasing.

Another point is that Hisoka has some use for Oboro...

That guy owes him a favor.

This time, finding himself was mostly about seeing how much he had grown...

Becoming one of the Ten Elders is no easy feat. Hisoka should have some understanding of the underworld. With Hisoka's intelligence, he could certainly deduce that Hisoka had killed a large number of Nen users and formidable opponents this year. This would make Hisoka quite excited and eager for more.

"I reckon... they're currently at the Fels family's palace, searching for information about me, focusing on my battle records... to deduce my strength level..." Oboro chuckled, "It seems... you haven't improved at all these years..."

Having said that, Long put the little incident behind him and headed straight for the dock.

His next destination was the Luxon region, the habitat of the Kuruta people.

He wanted to see red-eyed people for himself.

When the Kurta people are emotionally agitated, their pupils turn a fiery color, and their physical condition changes accordingly... In particular, Kurupika's Nen ability makes Oboro very curious about these eyes and this bloodline.

The fact that the Kuruta tribe has not yet been wiped out is a rare opportunity to observe them up close.

Before noon, he arrived at the port on time and boarded the large sailboat that was leaving Whale Island.

After several transfers, we arrived in the Luxon region a week later.

Luxembourg is a plateau region with a landscape dominated by mountains and rivers. There are hardly any large cities here, only some relatively scattered towns and villages, making it a rather remote area.

Moreover, the residents living here have rather unique clothing, seemingly possessing their own distinct cultural background.

He inquired and found out...

When asked about the deeds of the 'Red-Eyed Demon,' most of the people interviewed were elderly. Upon hearing this name, their faces naturally revealed hatred, which surprised Long. She wondered what the Kurta tribe had done to be so hated... However, it was also possible that it was simply a case of 'anti-Chinese' behavior.

People are always afraid of the unknown and things they don't understand... which breeds prejudice and discrimination.

More than a hundred years ago, there was a tradition of hunting the Kuluta people in the area. However, as time went by, the Kuluta people became more secretive and discreet in their travels, and the phenomenon also eased to some extent as the older generation passed away.

But it still exists, only it's not as intense as it used to be.

After some searching, Oboro finally found a town that had recently shown signs of 'demon' activity.

Every so often, the Kuluta tribesmen would send out to purchase supplies. Although times have changed and the outside world knows very little about the Kuluta tribesmen, they usually appear no different from ordinary people.

But Lonely knew about the unique clothing and patterns of the Kuruta tribe... so all he had to do was wait here.

The last time signs of the 'demon' appeared was twenty years ago.

Long guessed that it was probably because the newcomers of the Kuruta tribe failed the Elder's trial and became envious in front of outsiders...

Going out shopping is a very difficult and important business for the Kuluta people.

Personnel changes are not frequent.

Persistence pays off. Long waited for more than half a month... Just when he was about to give up, his target appeared.

Two adult men, leading their mounts, arrived at the entrance of the largest supermarket in town.

Their clothes are mainly blue and orange, loose and flexible overall, and the fabric and the patterns are the same.

Oboro smiled…

Another reason he was interested in the Kuruta tribe was... the origins of the Kuruta tribe.

In a previous life, someone discovered that the architectural patterns on the clothes of the Kurta tribe, those vine-like patterns, including the labels on their specially made ineffective potions, were a simplified 'gateway', extremely similar to the 'gate' to the Dark Continent... In addition, the Kurta tribe raised a unique creature, which is what Oboro is seeing now, a mount that looks very much like an ostrich. This ground bird is exactly the same as a creature marked in the illustrations of the Dark Continent.

In addition to their fiery red eyes and special physique, there's the so-called 'demon messenger,' the origin of this title...

It inevitably makes people think a lot.

Of course, it could be a misunderstanding... but Oboro is happy to learn about the history of this race.

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Two members of the Kuruta tribe left the town carrying large bags and bundles. Long followed them, traversing mountains and valleys, and it took them two or three days to reach the Kuruta tribe's habitat. During this time, the two were very vigilant, consciously taking detours and observing their surroundings, fearing that they would be followed.

If the location of the Kuruta tribe is exposed, the disaster it brings to the tribe could be devastating.

As he ventured deeper into the tribe's territory, Oboro discovered many traps and mechanisms, cleverly disguised... but none of them could stop him.

Deep in the mountains, Long stood on a tree trunk tens of meters high, looking down at many unique and distinctive houses below, most of which rose from the tree roots... The roofs and porches were also carved with the unique vine patterns of the Kuluta people.

This race is immediately recognizable for its reverence for nature...and their outward appearance is peaceful.

However, this cannot conceal the fact that they are of a fighting lineage.

There were over a hundred people scattered around the area. Long concealed his presence and went unnoticed. When night fell, most of the people were asleep, leaving only a few patrolling soldiers. Long then descended from the branch, his feet touching the ground without making a sound.

Then, it transformed into a black shadow and darted toward a house.

Based on his observations during the day, he deduced that the relatively large building must be where the Kuruta tribe kept its books, and that someone had come out of it carrying books. Not far away, a Kuruta tribesman seemed to sense something amiss, picked up an oil lamp, turned around to shine it, found nothing unusual, and continued walking along the route.