Creating gods in the Hunter x Hunter world

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"You're the same way." Fu Long was speechless. What right did you have to say that to me?

Jin laughed and said, "That's not bad. By the way, have you guys been to the temple in the graveyard battlefield?"

“I’ve been there, and I’m the one who took the Medal of Wisdom.”

"I see, that's good too." Jin nodded.

Fu Long didn't say much. He could tell that Jin had arrived at that place and received a medal, though he didn't know whether it was the Medal of Courage or the Medal of Strength.

"We don't know what's here, but why don't we go in and take a look?"

Fu Long gestured for him to enter. Others might not be able to open the door, but Jin should be able to.

Sure enough, Jin arrived at the two doors, his mental energy surging out, and the muscles in his body tensed up.

"Heh." As Jin exerted his strength, the two huge stone doors creaked.

A short while later, a huge opening appeared in the stone gate.

"Let's go." Jin led the way and went inside.

Fu Long and his group followed behind and entered the palace.

A voice said, "The brave who have passed through the Forest of Inquiry will now face a test of their soul."

A test of the soul? Fu Long raised an eyebrow; this place was rather interesting.

Moreover, I really want to see what the test of the soul is all about.

Boom! The door slammed shut, plunging the area into complete darkness.

Then, a point of light appeared in front of me.

"Brian," Fu Long called out, only to find that there was no sound around him.

He reached out to the side to pull, but couldn't reach anyone. What was going on? Billy was clearly not far away.

Could it be that, at the moment the door closed, I or someone else was teleported to another place?

Fu Long checked his mother and child talismans and found that they could both be used, so he was no longer worried. If they really encountered danger, Billy would use the mother talisman to return to the mountain god temple.

So now it's up to me. This light in front of me is probably trying to get me to go and take a look. But should I go? That is the question.

Fu Long thought for a moment, then quickly stepped forward.

Whatever it is, there should always be a spirit of exploration.

After passing through the light, Fu Long was completely stunned.

Because he came to a manor.

This is a wealthy family, the kind that has a lot of money, and they own a small estate.

Fu Long was still wondering what was going on when he heard someone calling him.

"Young master, young master, the master wants you to go see him."

Master? Fu Long scratched his head. Why am I the young master and the one over there is the master? What's going on? This is so strange.

Turning my head again, I saw a pretty young woman dressed in a maid outfit. She looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old and was very beautiful.

She came to Fu Long's side, still slightly out of breath, looking very delicate and endearing.

Fu Long felt something stir within him.

Hmm, he should recognize this woman; she's someone from his memory, but he can't quite recall her name.

He could only hum in agreement and then walked forward.

"Young master, the master told me to keep an eye on you. You can't run away even if you want to. Come this way."

"Oh, did we take the wrong road?" Fu Long was utterly speechless.

He wasn't thinking of running away; he genuinely wanted to see who that old man really was.

Following the maid, we arrived at the front yard, which turned out to be a study.

Entering the study, I found three people inside.

A man in his fifties was writing at the table.

On the other side of the desk, two people sat in chairs: a beautiful young woman in her early thirties and a child of about ten years old.

The child was being playful, but when he saw Fu Long, he stopped playing, bowed to Fu Long, and said, "Big Brother."

The young woman, however, rolled her eyes at Fu Long, her eyes full of disdain.

Fu Long's heart skipped a beat; he had finally figured it out.

That middle-aged man must be the father of this body in this world.

An old man dressed in a very antique style.

The reason I say it's antique-style is because this guy is very particular.

We need to live in a courtyard with three courtyards inside and out.

The interior is decorated in a classic and antique style, completely detached from the hustle and bustle of high-rise buildings.

The food is prepared using traditional methods, and it still has a very refined taste.

The problem is, if you're going to go for the ancient style, go all the way. What the heck is this black silk maid? It's neither Chinese nor Western, and she looks old but does all sorts of fancy things.

Fu Long was speechless.

When the old man saw Fu Long, his face turned cold, and he said, "Hmph, look at you, what kind of behavior is this? Why don't you greet your stepmother?"

Fu Long frowned, checked his mental power, and found that he could still use it, proving that although this was an illusion, he could still use his power.

So he said, "As an illusion, it does have some realism. But then again, what use is your reappearance? Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, what should disappear should disappear."

As he spoke, Fu Long activated his psychic power, unleashing the Poisonous Thorn, which struck directly at the opponent.

*Thud*, the old man was hit and collapsed to the ground, crying out in pain.

Fu Long was taken aback. This was interesting. Logically, since he had made his move, the illusion should have disappeared.

But no, instead the old man was hit, and the pain he felt was very similar to that of a poisonous stinger.

What does this mean? It means that this illusion was created because one felt something within oneself.

To put it bluntly, the Nen abilities you use will also be copied by this illusion.

"What are you doing? How could you attack your father?" The stepmother on the other end was also anxious and jumped out.

"I've already said, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Since the illusion remains unbroken, you might as well just die."

After saying that, Fu Long drew his nine-toothed rake.

Chapter 470 A World of Birdsong and Fragrant Flowers

A head flew off, and the stepmother was instantly and utterly dead.

This terrified the remaining two people.

One of them was the younger brother who had just called out "Big Brother." He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he died.

As for the old man, he bit his hand tightly, refusing to utter a sound, as if afraid of being hit.

"Oh dear, this illusion is really stubborn. In that case, let's burn it all."

They chopped down the master and his younger brother, then ransacked the house. Luckily, there were still some flammable materials left. They piled them all up and set them on fire.

The wind fanned the flames, and soon the entire courtyard was ablaze.

"This is your heart."

A voice came.

Fu Long just laughed. My heart? What are you talking about? I don't know this master, I'm not familiar with that stepmother, and I've never even seen that younger brother before.

Fu Long understood that everything here was the inner world of his own body.

So it was burned.

"Alas, without your own heart, you will lose everything." The illusion finally dissipated.

Fu Long then realized that he was still in the same place as before.

No one moved.

In other words, when this place turned into a dark room, they were tricked, so what they saw afterward was all an illusion.

He even called out to Billy, and then deliberately reached out and swiped at him.

It's completely useless; nothing in the illusion is real.

Fu Long then realized what was happening.

He can move now, while the others are still in the illusion.

Fu Long walked up to Billy and pinched Billy's cheek.

Billy immediately swayed twice, as if he was about to wake up.