Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Centuries of oppression and death have kept the Kuruta tribe absolutely vigilant, even after so long.

The room was pitch black.

But it didn't obstruct Oboro's view. Sure enough... there was a row of bookshelves and some equipment inside.

He casually picked up a book and flipped through it, then raised an eyebrow and realized he couldn't understand it at all... The text wasn't written in the font commonly used in the Hunter x Hunter world.

Oh no... I forgot about that.

The Kuluta people have their own language and script for communication…

He glanced at the bookshelf and saw some texts printed in common characters, but they were mostly general knowledge and academic subjects, mainly the channels and methods used by the Kuluta people to understand the outside world, as well as some information about other ethnic groups.

After searching for a long time, Long finally found a book that he could understand.

But he only understood the images, not the text.

The little figures on the page are in various poses, holding weapons... This is a technique related to fighting.

“That makes sense… Such a group is full of uncertainty, and everyone has to learn to arm themselves… It seems that this is how Kurapika learned his basic skills.” Oboro muttered to himself. In his eyes, this kind of martial art was too rudimentary… It did not arouse his interest at all.

He shoved the book back in, then his eyes narrowed, he took a few steps forward, and reached out to grab another book.

This book is placed in a rather unusual position, at the top of the bookshelf in the very center, with no other books around it. The cover is red, and the text is also quite strange.

When he opened it, the first page contained a portrait and a slogan that read like a poem.

The painting contains both a sun and a moon, and a group of tiny figures kneeling on the vast earth, seemingly in prayer…

Lines are also drawn in the air

A gentle breeze…

Turn the page further, and it's all text...

However, the last page of the book features a pattern of a large gate, identical to the design on the clothing of the Kuruta people.

"Is it really... the gate to the Dark Continent?"

Long's pupils contracted.

If the guess is true, that would be really interesting...

It's important to know that in the original work, the main theme of the Dark Continent revolves around Kurapika... Togashi, the old master, never does anything pointless; he's devoted so much space to making Kurapika the protagonist, could it be...?

Regardless of the outcome of the power struggle for the throne of the Kakin Empire, a portion of the people on the ship will eventually reach the Dark Continent.

The subsequent developments will most likely revolve around Kurapika…

"Should we get someone to translate this?"

A thought arose in Long's mind.

Suddenly, he noticed something and turned his head slightly.

Outside the window behind me, a light appeared... it was a torch!

Then came the sound of footsteps gathering in a disorderly manner.

"come out!"

Someone shouted in a deep voice.

"I was actually... discovered." Oboro was somewhat surprised, let out a soft sigh, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Good heavens, as soon as I opened the door... I saw dozens of people holding various weapons, staring at me as if I were facing a formidable enemy, and some of them... had their bows fully drawn.

The leader was a short, elderly man with a prominent scar on his forehead, who stood with his hands behind his back and had a stern expression.

He was the great elder of the Kuluta tribe.

Besides the Grand Elder, all the other elders of the clan were also present…

Some women and children stood at the very back, with the children being tightly protected by the adults.

Oboro also saw Kurapika and his good friend Pyro.

"Who are you? What are you trying to do by sneaking into our territory?" The elder stared at the man, and his expression changed after he caught sight of the book in Long's hand.

He spoke in a universal language, so Leng could understand him.

"Um...can I explain?"

Long shrugged, shamelessly saying, "I'm a scholar... I have a strong desire to explore the cultures of various ethnic groups... especially after learning about your Kurta tribe. Let me clarify, I have no ill intentions; I'm simply searching for some information about your past. I know your Kurta tribe is very wary of outsiders, and I sympathize with and mourn your past suffering, so... I can only act while you're asleep..."

Long was making things up in a serious tone.

"We don't welcome outsiders here... Put down what you're holding and leave now!" the elder scolded.

scholar?

Even though they rarely interact with the outside world, I've never seen any scholar dressed in a suit and tie... This guy doesn't seem to fit the image of a scholar at all.

The fact that an outsider has managed to get here is already an enormous risk.

"Don't worry, I won't reveal your location. In return... could you send me this book? A rubbing would be fine too. If you could translate it for me, that would be even better; I'm willing to pay..."

Long took shamelessness to the extreme.

“Or… let’s be friends. I’ll keep the book, but I need to know what’s written in it… and also, its background related to your Kurta tribe. Are you a native Luxen people? Or… did your ancestors migrate from elsewhere?” Oboro asked.

The elder pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I'll say it one last time: put the things down and leave."

Open it here!

"It seems... the negotiations have failed... Sigh..."

Long sighed and stuffed the book into his clothes.

This action made the Grand Elder's eyelids twitch.

"I'll borrow it for a while, and I'll bring it back to you when I'm done..."

He unilaterally issued the notification and decision!

Robbery!

"..."

"You bastard!"

"Do it!"

The Grand Elder gave the order.

In an instant, a group of Kuruta warriors rushed towards Long, and an arrow was fired first.

But no one expected that the skilled warriors would be thrown to the ground as soon as they got close to the man.

The arrows flew down, pierced the target's body, and were deflected without causing any damage.

The eyes of the surrounding tribesmen gradually turned bloodshot.

Their momentum began to rise…

But the thief was so fast that he was like a blur, a black lightning bolt that darted out from the gaps in the crowd and instantly arrived beside Kurapika, who was only ten years old. At that moment, time seemed to slow down as Oboro looked at the boy and placed something in his hand.

Then, a gust of wind swept through, messing up Kurapika's hair.

When he came to his senses, the man had already turned into a black dot, leaping and shifting between several large trees like a flea... In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the night.

"Hurry up and chase!"

The elder's eyes showed anxiety.

A group of people, carrying torches, rushed quickly in the direction the thief had fled...

Kurapika looked down and saw a wallet in his hand.

This night was destined to be sleepless for the Kuruta tribe...

……

"They're very strong... Although I intentionally held back, it was to prevent them from moving or attacking, but the effect seems to be less than expected... After activating their Scarlet Eyes, their blood and physical strength have clearly improved further... Even without completely concealing their aura, being able to detect this means that some of them have extremely sharp senses... No wonder they left an impression on the Phantom Troupe..."

Long's figure moved through the woods like a ghost. He glanced back and gave a faint smile.

He doesn't understand the Kuluta language... but surely someone else does, and at worst... there's always V5, right?

His intuition told him that this book... had some value.

Number 59, 001 (Please continue reading)

v5 maintains a state of information blockade regarding the Dark Continent, and prohibits outsiders from learning anything about it.

This book from the Kurta tribe might be a bit troublesome... so the best way is to first use the gang's influence to hire some real linguists to analyze it... if that doesn't work, then capture a Kurta... and later you can make contact with Kurapika.

Contacting V5 rashly could pose a threat to both the Oboro and the Kurta clan if information about this book were leaked.

"Hmm...should we...try to infiltrate v5...?"

The next day, in a city outside the Luxon region, Oboro sat on a street corner, drinking coffee and watching the passersby, lost in thought.

His purpose in becoming one of the Ten Elders was to gain access to V5. Having his own people within V5 would make it much easier to become a Hunter or do other things in the future. Most importantly, it would allow him to be unrestrained… but to truly have a voice, ordinary V5 officials wouldn't suffice.

If V5 were so easy to infiltrate, then people with power and skill, like Yang De, Pariston, and even the chairman, wouldn't be subject to such limitations.

Actually, Oboro had a plan in mind...

Just like the Kakin Empire, it forced V5 to lower its standards and try to absorb it... into V6.

To achieve this effect, you first need to possess a country, and that country must be large and influential. Therefore…

“Developing a country…” Long chuckled wryly, his head throbbing slightly.

This is no joke. In reality, it's ten or even a hundred times more difficult than joining a gang and becoming one of the Ten Elders. The time and effort required are unimaginable.

Let's leave it for now.

"Let's start by increasing our numbers... to build a network of contacts..."

Thinking about it, Long made a phone call to David.

Have him compile a list of officials within the V5 organization and try to win them over using the identity of the Fils family... regardless of their rank.

After hearing this, David understood Long's intention. He also mentioned that planting spies within V5 was not something that could be done overnight; it might take a long time. In particular, as a gangster, they were at a disadvantage, and if some big shots found out about their little schemes, they might be in trouble.