Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Long nodded.

"If I finish the task before you, how will you thank me?"

Hisoka smiled.

“This is what you should do…you owe me a debt of gratitude.” After saying this, Long stepped directly into the middle of the cave.

"Hehe... Let's see who's faster!"

Hisoka's figure also disappeared into the darkness.

Kaki was left alone, looking around, but in the end he chose to follow Captain Oboro.

There were some torches stuck in the walls of the passage, but they were not lit at the moment.

As they ventured deeper, the darkness grew increasingly oppressive, to the point where they couldn't see their own hand in front of their face. The cramped and confined space easily made them feel depressed and restless… Oboro and Kaki didn't encounter any traps, but they wandered around for a long time, the constant intersections making it difficult to discern directions.

An hour was wasted in total.

After a while, the two stepped out of a hole and were met with entrances to passages in four directions.

“This…” Kaki licked his dry lips.

He was dizzy and completely lost.

Long stepped forward, inserted one hand into the soil, dug up the soil, touched it, and felt that it was damp. He said indifferently, "The direction is not important. As long as we know our position and keep descending, we can... It's just that this will take more time."

hum…

Suddenly, a pile of stones and soil fell on their heads, causing a slight tremor.

A battle has broken out inside the mountain!

"It's Hisoka? He fought with the Bozwa people? So quickly?" Kaki exclaimed in surprise.

"wrong…"

Long frowned slightly.

The tremor seemed to come from above, not below... Based on this labyrinthine internal structure, Oboro judged that the Botswana people must be hiding in the deepest part of the mountain, underground. In other words, Hisoka either ran into a trap or the other side sent people.

They were moving slower than the two of them.

"Let's go," Long called out, and took the lead into a cave entrance.

Oboro was using the soil layers to analyze whether their location was closer to underground, while Kagi's Nen patch also came in handy, at least ensuring that the two wouldn't return to their original path. Half an hour later... a light appeared at the cave entrance ahead of them, and the loose soil beneath their feet was paved with stone bricks.

Long emerged from the cave and stepped into a spacious underground space, resembling the interior of a grand hall.

Each burning brazier emitted light and heat…

Ten enormous pillars stood before me.

The stone pillars are carved with exquisite patterns, and in the very center, in a space that resembles an altar, sits an elderly Botswana man.

A familiar white robe, and a long, gray-white braid.

"Stay put." Long looked at the old man, his heart sinking, and gave Kaji the order.

In an instant, his figure flashed and he darted to the front of the altar.

The old man had been bowing his head, cradling a skull in his hands, as if asleep.

As if startled, upon hearing the noise, he slowly raised his head to meet Long's gaze...

Long used 'Condense' to look at the skull in the other's hand. Sure enough, he saw a cluster of black energy surrounding the skull, its aura ominous... This was it, the creation of the ritual! This skull was clearly not a real human head, but rather looked like it was made of some kind of stone, and was also covered with strange patterns.

Is he the only one?

Long raised his senses to the maximum... In the vast underground space, apart from the old man, there were no other Bozwa people.

"Outsider... are you a lackey sent by the king?" The old man clearly spoke Common Tongue, and stared at Long with cold eyes.

“No, I’m a hunter hired by someone… I came here to complete a mission.” Oboro looked around, met the old man’s puzzled expression, and pointed to the skull he was holding: “That’s it… We came here for this.”

Even if the Hunter Association were mentioned, the other party probably wouldn't know about it, so Oboro was too lazy to explain.

"Your situation is worse than I thought... There are probably only a few of your people left, right? If you keep letting the insects split and evolve, expanding the battlefield... the sacrifice will naturally be faster, but right now the battlefield hasn't even reached the capital of East Godot... and it doesn't pose a real threat to that king."

Long calmly said, "At this rate... even if the parasites spread to the royal city, I guess... the insects won't be able to divide anymore because no one will offer sacrifices. Once they are wiped out, everything will be over."

Even with the use of ancient rituals, it is still not easy to fight against a country.

He thought there were at least twenty or thirty Botswana people still alive, but now it seems... there might not even be half left.

The remaining survivors were all dispatched to various battlefields to prepare for the next wave of sacrifices…

This is also the last wave.

The old man was somewhat surprised that Long had seen through the secret of the ritual. "It doesn't matter... Only by starting the ritual can our Bozwa people have any hope of survival... Even if we can't kill that tyrant, we must take a piece of his flesh and let him feel the anger and hatred of our people!"

“As long as we Botswana people are alive, even if only one of us remains, the flame of revenge will not be extinguished… If not this time, then next time… One day, he will pay the price he deserves.”

Long fell silent.

"You might be disappointed. Based on my understanding of the current monarch of Donggoth, he is probably still indulging in debauchery and pleasure every day... I'm afraid that even now, he doesn't take you Botswana people seriously."

"So...he deserves to die!"

The old man slowly stood up, and at the same time, his spiritual energy erupted from his body.

He is a Nen user...

Oboro also activated his Nen... and directly used his Nen ability.

The face button appeared, then disappeared with a strange noise.

“I have no interest in your conflict with the monarch of Donggoth. I only want the skull in your hands… The ritual is to continue your race, which means that even after the ritual ends, there will still be one person alive… I can escort him away from Donggoth and give him an identity in the outside world to ensure his safety for the rest of his life. In exchange, this skull will be mine. How about it?” Oboro said.

“I can feel your sincerity, but there’s nothing I can do… I have to refuse.” The old man’s answer did not surprise Long at all.

"I'm sorry then..."

Long's heart stirred.

I got a rune skill again this time, what bad luck!

Due to limitations, he was unable to configure Flash and Heal, including the runes he had previously selected.

The old man didn't seem very strong to him... he should be able to handle it.

But... there's always a sense of unease in my heart...

82. Purpose x Rule x Imminent Death

Bang bang bang!

Stones were piled up from the altar and transformed into stone statues holding various weapons.

Operating system.

Long didn't give the old man any time to launch an attack, and immediately used his sprint to accelerate, soaring into the sky.

With a wave of his hand, the old man caused the stone statues to line up, blocking Long's figure, and he swung his weapon to slash.

Because of a persistent, uneasy feeling, Oboro decided to end things quickly.

Using his shoulder as a shield, he charged at the stone statues with martial arts techniques as he approached. With a loud crash, several statues shattered, sending debris flying and creating gaps in the carefully arranged 'wall of formation'.

The old man tried to back away and manipulate the stone to rewind... but with the acceleration effect active, Long instantly pounced in front of him.

Divine Fist!

Long threw a punch, hitting the old man squarely in the chest. The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible, and the old man's body flew through the air, crashing into a pillar not far away.

Several life-sized stone statues attacked from behind, stabbing Oboro in the back with their weapons, but the weapons all shattered... having no effect whatsoever.

The old man slipped to the ground, coughing up blood. Before he could stand up, he had already rushed in front of the stone man who was entangled with him.

A barrage of punches rained down on the old man.

This left the latter with no chance to breathe...

Boom boom boom!

The stone bricks beneath his feet shattered, and the old man hurriedly parried and defended, but his fighting skills, including his experience in using Nen, were not very rich. He was not on the same level as Oboro at all. He could only try his best to use Nen to protect his physical body. In just a few seconds, half of his body had already sunk into the shallow pit, and cracks appeared on the stone pillars around him.

With another loud crash, the thick, upright stone pillar broke and shattered into several huge pieces of rock that crashed down. Long withdrew his hand and jumped away.

The old man was struck head-on by the boulder and buried in the pile of stones.

The stone figures he controlled with his telekinetic abilities also collapsed instantly.

Oboro frowned... So weak. Whether it's Nen ability, experience, skills, or physical strength... she's only slightly stronger than an average Nen user. Why does she feel dangerous?

"He should be dead by now..."

Long murmured, preparing to step forward and dig out the old man's body.

After being struck hundreds of times by his fists, the old man's psychic defenses could no longer withstand the blows... His body was deformed and bleeding profusely. In the end, he seemed to lose consciousness, his psychic powers vanished... In that state, he was hit by several huge rocks in succession, leaving him with no chance of survival.

Most of it turned into minced meat...

But Long Gang took a step forward and then stopped.

Then the rubble that had buried the old man floated up again and combined to form a giant several meters tall.

Furthermore, behind him, the stone figures that had disintegrated were 'reassembled and reborn'.

"not dead?"

Long's pupils contracted.

How can it be…

He should have been doomed... He wouldn't make such a basic misjudgment.

In the instant the stones flew and scattered, Oboro saw his opponent slowly rising from the pit. The old man was disheveled and covered in blood, with many dents and broken parts on his body, which made strange noises and were instantly repaired and healed.

These are all fatal wounds!

"His Nen has become stronger!"

Long noticed something was wrong.

Is it an insect?