Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Long remained unmoved, his expression indifferent.

He was going to fight a dozen Nen users whose abilities were unknown. The amount of information his brain needed to process and the responses his body needed to make were unprecedentedly demanding... He didn't even have time to catch his breath... The opponent's attacks would not stop for the slightest!

Everyone present was highly focused.

Oboro's brain... is like a CPU that's been overheating, and it could overload at any moment!

Swish!

Suddenly, two more people rushed to his side—they were Enhancement-type!

Despite her injured joints, Oboro, keenly aware of the presence of people, managed to dodge. But before she could move, someone grabbed her from behind. This person's limbs were as soft as clay, clinging to Oboro's hands and feet and wrapping around her.

It severely restricted Oboro's movements!

There was no way around it... there were just too many people to deal with! Sometimes, numbers do make a difference... It felt like being surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves, and most importantly, none of these dozen or so people were ordinary.

"Just obediently wait to die..."

The Nen user lying on top of Oboro chuckled coldly, tightening his grip on Oboro's hands and feet with immense strength!

His companions had already seized the opportunity and attacked Oboro.

We're about to succeed!

However, the person on his back twitched and realized that the arm he was binding was being slowly broken free by the man with brute force!

The next second, there was a puff.

Oboro shook off one of his hands.

The other person's arm was restrained, and their fingers, like a sword, stabbed towards the back of his head.

In a single breath, it pierced the man's throat!

However, this Nen user did not release Oboro; in fact, the Nen power he was channeling was intensifying! This made Oboro's body even more immobile... The will he displayed was astonishing; even if it meant death, he wanted to buy time for his companions!

Clearly... he did it!

His breathing had become barely perceptible, and a swarm of dark figures rushed towards him…

First, someone kicked Oboro in the back of the knee from behind, causing him to kneel on one knee. Immediately afterwards, a dagger pierced his abdomen with pinpoint accuracy, but Oboro's abdominal muscles instantly tensed, clamping the blade and minimizing the damage.

Immediately, someone else grabbed his arm and used a grappling technique to press down on his shoulder, reducing his chances of retaliating!

Another Nen user jumped onto his back, holding a 'giant syringe' in both hands, and inserted the needle tip into Oboro's body.

Strangely, Oboro felt no pain when pricked by the needle... as if the thing did not cause any real harm. However, as the person on his back pulled the syringe, Oboro's Nen was being frantically drained away like flowing water, causing his Nen and aura to become increasingly weak.

Oboro was suppressed!

The entire exchange has been very short, lasting only two or three minutes.

Facing a dozen or so elite, fearless Nen users, he certainly wouldn't gain any advantage. Most importantly, due to their numbers, it was as if he were facing a dozen or so unknown Nen abilities...

"Watch me drain all your resentment, bit by bit...hehehe..."

The person stepping on the back of the dragon let out a triumphant shriek.

"This ability... is it the ability to eliminate thoughts?" Oboro's heart stirred.

His current situation... looks very bad.

“You should thank our boss… He said he would wait until he came back in person before dealing with you, otherwise you would have been killed by us by now…” The woman named Uka, holding a ball of yarn, came to Oboro’s side, squatted down, reached out and wiped Oboro’s bleeding abdomen, then smeared Oboro’s blood onto the ball of yarn in her hand.

Then, the ball of yarn seemed to wriggle as if it were alive, quickly weaving and crossing itself, and in no time it had woven a small foot for a plush doll... and was still repairing it little by little.

"Don't move! The boss's orders are the highest priority, but you're in danger... so... if you make even the slightest movement, I'll kill you!"

Green held a baseball bat, aiming it at Oboro's head; his eyes beneath the brim of his hat were unusually cold.

Issue a warning.

"Green, aren't you making a mountain out of a molehill? This guy can't move anymore, hahaha!"

Someone laughed.

"How about it?"

The situation seemed to be under control to the group of Nen users. Grimm glanced at a companion who was walking over and asked.

"Dead..."

The latter said in a deep voice.

The two were referring to the first person who attacked Oboro and was slammed to the ground... Although he avoided Oboro's follow-up kick and survived for a moment, he still lost his life.

It was just a head-on collision, and he died...

Of the eighteen people, two died and one was seriously injured!

This has exceeded their expectations. They thought that sacrificing one life would be the limit of what Oboro could do!

They are not some weaklings or insignificant fools...

"how long?"

Green then looked at Uka

And the ever-changing ball of yarn in her hands.

"It's rather slow...at least ten minutes."

“Once the curse is formed, killing him will be a piece of cake…” Uka said confidently.

At this moment, the Nen user who had been binding Oboro with his hands and feet died completely, and his body slid to the ground.

"careful!"

The Nen user who had his hand gripping Oboro's shoulder and was in a grappling position suddenly narrowed his pupils and let out a soft shout. He was the first person to sense the slight changes in Oboro's body and muscles!

With a snap, Oboro's shoulder was dislocated.

This person never expected that even though he was injured, Oboro would fight back so fiercely!

Does he really not want to live anymore?

The man on Oboro's back, carrying the 'syringe', jumped away alertly. He wasn't a close-combat Nen user, so he decided to avoid danger first!

Oboro, who had been crouching, suddenly sprang up with astonishing speed, twisting his waist and swinging his hand back, striking the cheek of the person who had captured him. In a daze, half of the person's face was gone... and he fell straight down.

His eyes widened in disbelief!

Then, Oboro reached out his large hand and grabbed at Uka.

His intuition told him that this woman's abilities were troublesome!

With a thud, a baseball bat struck the back of Oboro's hand, causing her hand bones to crack with a sound...

It's Green!

The boy stared intently at Oboro, his gaze piercing, veins bulging on his forehead. He swung the baseball, striking Oboro's temple with lightning speed!

Another one killed!

Green was furious…

"go to hell…"

Since Long wanted to die, he would grant her wish.

At the same time, the others in front of him also attacked!

"Half of your psychic power has been drained..." Long lowered her eyes, looking at her hand with its raw, torn skin, and suddenly laughed, "Your eyes weren't fixed on me the whole time... That's very unprofessional."

He was speaking to Green.

Yes, at least to others, in that situation just now... Oboro was almost no longer a threat.

Now, with one arm severed and injured, and half of his psychic power gone... why?

Why should this man fight them?

We couldn't win from the start, and we're even less likely to win now!

"You're not the only one who's become lax; it's all of you..."

"I intentionally lured you all here, to bring you all together..."

With Oboro's soft whisper and the inexplicable smile on his face, his psychic power suddenly ignited like a flame.

In an instant, a phantom resembling a spirit materialized on his body. It was a monster carrying a little boy, with a fierce appearance, thick fur, and horns.

Oboro chose the heroes Nunu & Willump, the Snow Twins!

The monster roared, and a terrifying blizzard instantly swept up around Oboro, chilling to the bone.

The wind and snow were mixed with ice blades, and the wind curtain was so strong that it made it difficult for more than a dozen people in the area to move... Everything in front of them was a white blur, and they could not escape the hurricane's grip.

This is... the game rules, the slowing effect of the skill!

Oboro unleashed the hero's ultimate move, Absolute Zero!

A snowy area has formed!

During the skill's channeling, Oboro gains a shield, so... the attacks from Green and the others nearby didn't stop and all hit her, but were neutralized by a thick, scabbed ice shield.

In the wind and snow... Long looked at the boy in front of him, who had a blank expression, whose clothes were flapping and whose face was covered with white frost, and said indifferently: "If you consider yourself a hunter, then as long as the target is not dead, the hunt will not end... Anything is possible. A qualified hunter will nip all possibilities in the bud. You are not qualified in this respect."

After that, the skill tutorial ended.

boom!

At this moment, countless sharp gales and ice blades slashed wildly, and exploded with a roar within the domain!

A dozen or so figures, riddled with holes, like tattered rag dolls, were swept away by the wind...

It's quiet now...

The ground was covered with ice crystals and drifting snowflakes…

A burst of hot white breath escaped from Long's mouth. He moved around a bit and reattached his severed shoulder.

"That ultimate move...it feels pretty good..."

He expressed his sincere admiration from a player's perspective, saying that the visuals and effects were absolutely stunning.

It's no wonder he put in so much time and effort when creating heroes in the 'game world'.