Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Personality..."

Bisky read a sentence.

"He's very smart... Judging from what he's done in the gang, he's organized and good at planning. It's not easy for him to hold onto the position of the Ten Elders. But such people are often driven by their own will. For them, there is no good or evil. If you put him on a heavy responsibility, there will be two outcomes: either light or darkness, all depending on his mind... He won't listen to other people's opinions, and external factors are hard to sway him."

Netero's words silenced Bisky.

Actually, she had noticed this about Oboro a long time ago.

"This little guy looks a lot like my rebellious son..."

Next, Netero's next sentence made Bisky on the other end of the phone hold her breath.

"But they're not entirely the same... They both have their own set of rules and standards for judging the world. Judging from Long's personality, he still has a certain moral bottom line... Once he sets his mind on something, he won't give up until he achieves his goal. Since his primary motivation is self-interest, then let's make his desired interests public and guide him step by step in the right direction..."

The problem is... no one can guarantee how long he can stay on the right path...

When the topic of Byrd came up, the conversation between the two suddenly became somewhat heavy.

"Of course, they are only similar in some aspects of their personality, not exactly the same... So don't worry too much, hehehe." Suddenly, Netero started laughing again. "This little guy is a lone wolf, and probably doesn't like to be with people. But this way, without taking on some responsibilities, his growth will be limited. You know, sometimes there are things more important than your own life... that can further stimulate his potential."

"That's why I want him to join the association... to become a hunter as soon as possible. If he has his own team or makes friends, things might change."

Biskey said solemnly.

"Change...maybe..."

Nitro echoed this sentiment.

62. Hello

Oboro was unaware of Netero and Bisky's discussion about him; he was currently lying on a hotel bed, reviewing his battle with the old man.

"Although it was a few years early, this level of physical fitness..."

He muttered to himself.

Netero's current physical strength should be better than when he fought Meruem, the King of the Chimera Ants. After all, at Meruem's age, his body will decline over time.

But at least for Nen users of Oboro's caliber, the old man's physical strength is still unmatched.

This further demonstrates just how terrifying Neferpitou and Meruem are.

When the old man first met Neferpitou, he said... even in a one-on-one fight, his chances of defeating Catwoman weren't very high.

Yet they dared to confront the Ant King head-on…

Perhaps this is what makes humans so unique...

Even without Niteró, someone else would have used the 'Rose of the Poor' to achieve their goal.

“Interspecies life…is very difficult to bridge the gap between each other through effort and time,” Oboro said softly, looking at the ceiling.

He could hardly imagine just how strong the Chimera Ant King Meruem's body truly was...

It feels like something beyond human capabilities.

"The only hope is that I can continue studying..."

Long's lips twitched, but her body was still in excruciating pain.

Thoughts... hold infinite possibilities!

His Nen ability, the treasure trove of games for the endless dreamers, was created specifically to deal with this situation!

"Continue developing martial arts... I only strengthened certain parts of my body before, and my physical body still has significant limitations. I need to improve it holistically. Also, after these past few years, my muscles, bones, and flesh have developed sufficiently... I need to catch up with body tempering and start training again... In all aspects, I'm still far from enough..."

Having witnessed Netero's charisma, Oboro's dormant ambitions were rekindled.

He...cannot stop!

……

Time passed slowly, and in the following days, there were signs of an increase in the number of outsiders wandering the streets and alleys of Bangji, but it wasn't too obvious... These were all candidates who had passed the preliminary selection.

The number of people who take the Hunter Exam each year is enormous.

The ratio of those who pass the preliminary selection to reach the final examination room and participate in the formal examination is one in ten thousand.

There are generally a few hundred people, which, to put it simply, means that... there are at least several million people who take the Hunter Exam every year.

Each year is divided into big and small years. The 287th year, which Gon and Killua participated in, is considered a big year, with more than 400 participants. Oboro has been going to Hall 3 of the amusement park occasionally these days. The deadline is approaching, and there are only more than 200 numbered tickets. It is estimated that the number of people who can arrive at the venue this year will not reach 400... only around 300.

It's definitely the Little New Year.

It's not that there are few applicants, it's just that this year's preliminary trials are more difficult... not many people can make it to the end, there's a lack of good talent.

Some successful candidates choose to stay in the venue and wait for the final time limit to expire. On the other hand, they can also make some new friends, which makes it easier to gather information.

And then there are those who, like Oboro, only come to take a look occasionally.

But every time I enter the museum, the atmosphere inside isn't very good... Everyone is quite wary of each other.

There are also a few very active individuals.

For example… in his previous life, the man called 'True God' by his full-time fans, Tonpa!

He has a square nose, is short, and has a bulky figure... but his expression gives off a kind of honest and simple vibe, making people feel that he is very honest and thus lower their guard.

Every time Oboro comes to the hall, he can be seen chatting enthusiastically with the newcomers, introducing his resume like a 'senior' and telling them about his past experience in the Hunter Exam, radiating an aura of 'love' and 'care for juniors'.

Sometimes he would try to win Dongba's favor but was met with indifference, but it seemed to have no effect on the great god.

To this day, Tonpa has taken the Hunter Exam nearly thirty times, which means that he was once in the same batch of candidates as Moritonio and King Freecss. Even if it is unclear which year it was, whether he made it to the final exam hall, or met the two of them, in terms of experience, he is undoubtedly a veteran.

For those with skill and intelligence, the preliminary rounds of the Hunter Exam are not difficult, but for the average person, each time they pass, it is a test and a growth experience, no matter how small the improvement is... The accumulation of dozens of times is enough to make Tonpa have some extraordinary abilities.

Although he is jokingly called a "master" in jest, his ability to consistently participate in the Hunter Exam without ever getting discouraged is a mindset that truly surpasses that of many others.

Don't underestimate someone just because of their appearance.

Although... in Oboro's eyes, the Toba was no different from ordinary people.

The reason I'm paying attention to this person is because I want to have some fun...

Unfortunately, every time he appeared, he failed to attract Tonpa's interest. In fact, Oboro noticed that Tonpa's gaze towards him was full of wariness. Later, Oboro realized what was going on. The number tag hanging on his chest was 001.

This means that he was the first to arrive at the venue, even though he was a new face... Dongba was clearly wary of him.

The Dongba's number is 49, which is relatively early in the list.

The fact that Dongba didn't come to see him left Long somewhat disappointed, but he couldn't very well try to ride on the coattails of the great god's popularity...

Finally, the last day of the primaries arrived.

Long arrived at the venue early in the morning, found a quiet spot to sit down, and idly scrolled through her phone... chatting with David about recent developments and news in the underground forces. Groups of three or five people stood around them; some were already acquainted or knew each other, while others... were friends who had passed the preliminary rounds together.

The atmosphere was tense; even when people spoke, it was in hushed whispers…

People nearby glanced at him, their eyes fixed on his number 001.

Inside the museum, the damage caused by his battle with Netero has not been repaired.

The association is clearly shirking its responsibilities…

Out of the corner of her eye, Long spotted Dongba weaving through the crowd… This guy was having a blast getting to know the newcomers. Some of the other candidates who recognized him wore gloating and mocking smiles. You see, many of them had participated two or three times already, and many knew exactly what Dongba was like… they just didn’t bother to expose him.

After all, the fewer competitors, the better for them.

Wow...so many people, it's so lively!

Just then, a voice came from the doorway.

This drew everyone's attention.

Every time someone comes in, they are first 'spyed on' by hundreds of people, who scrutinize them from head to toe.

.

People with social anxiety might really find it hard to handle.

There were two people who came in.

The man in front of me was dressed in sportswear, with his hands in his pockets, exuding a cool aura.

His slicked-back blond hair and barely visible eyebrows gave him a fierce look, coupled with his cold eyes… which sent chills down one's spine. Behind him, the person speaking was a sunny-faced, typical young man, constantly looking around with curiosity and a sense of wonder, seemingly oblivious to any pressure, and always smiling.

Because there were people in front of him as he tried to enter the arena… The blond, eyebrowless man took a few steps forward, looked at the examinees blocking his way, his pupils flickered, and he coldly said, “Get out of the way!”

"..."

The students who were being scolded looked angry, but as soon as they met the former's gaze, they immediately became timid and subconsciously moved away.

"Oh, Phinks... be polite, don't scare him."

The big boy behind him chuckled, patted his friend on the shoulder, and as he passed several students who were drooling, he even said, "Sorry..."

"Humph!"

Finks showed no remorse whatsoever, and instead let out a disdainful sneer.

In the distance, Long, who had initially felt listless, raised the corners of his mouth.

What a surprise…

The two people who suddenly appeared were actually the Swordsman and Phinks.

Numbers 5 and 6 of the tour group.

He squinted slightly. He remembered that in the original story, the knight did have a hunter's license... but he didn't know when he took the test. He didn't expect that Phinks would come too!

And he just happened to stumble upon it!

This is interesting... He had thought this exam would be very boring.

The two of them were both in the top 100... they should have arrived in Bangji long ago, but they haven't shown up yet.

Phinks led the knight 'unimpeded' into the crowd, and the surrounding examinees seemed to feel threatened and made way for him... Then, the two finally stopped at the spot where Oboro was sitting. Because the entire venue was relatively empty except for the place where Oboro was sitting, and there was no one else around.

It was relatively quiet.

The test takers, influenced by the information conveyed by license plate number 001, felt that the man in the suit who kept fiddling with his phone was a dangerous person... so they consciously avoided him.

The two sides were less than three meters apart.

Phinks and the Swordsman glanced at the man sitting on the ground, who showed no reaction to their arrival and was still pressing his phone...