Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

Oboro observed differences in the speed of resurrection and self-healing.

But I didn't expect it to happen this fast.

Even if you sever someone's head, it will probably grow back in an instant...

"Hahahaha... Every time I die, my regeneration speed increases, and I evolve. In this ritual, I am a god!" The old man's dilated pupils instantly regained their light, and he arrogantly declared.

The time between death and resurrection has been shortened infinitely!

If the target is killed again, the old man will revive even faster.

It might not even take a second.

In other words, I need to react in less than a second... The recovery of mind and body has a momentary pause, just like a disconnected server reconnecting. I just need to seize the moment when the old man's consciousness recovers and kill him when his strength is weakest, thus disconnecting the server.

The problem is that every death accelerates this time interval... It's one second now, but what about the next time?

millisecond?

Or... faster than signal transmission in neurons?

Can you do it yourself?

During this period, one cannot make a mistake; a mistake means death, until one is forced to die in the old man's place.

The ritual is considered complete only after all the Botswana people have been sacrificed.

You need to kill the target at least ten times in a row...

It's too difficult... so difficult that it makes you despair.

A thought flashed through Oboro's mind.

But he didn't hesitate, because he had no way out!

Thinking this, Long's arm, like a giant spear, pierced towards the old man.

Snapped!

What happened next caused Oboro's mind to go blank for a moment.

The old man gripped his wrist tightly.

"I was just killed by you..." A sinister voice entered his ears. When Long looked up, he saw the old man's face, which was as ferocious as a demon.

With a snap, the old man exerted force, and Long, who had always been confident in the strength of his flesh and blood, was defeated for the first time.

His thoughts... his martial arts technique, Iron Shirt, were as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

It was easily breached and broken!

The old man's strength has increased at least tenfold, with each evolution more terrifying than the last, and... it's comprehensive.

Crushing...simply crushing.

Without any skill or trickery, at this moment, Long realized that... in terms of pure physical strength, his opponent far surpassed him.

Before she could even process what was happening, Oboro felt dizzy.

There was no pain, no feedback, and he couldn't process anything... His brain was like a computer that had stopped working and had been disconnected from its power source.

The body only trembled slightly…

He became just an ordinary person.

I heard a cracking sound in my ears…

His eyes unconsciously glanced at his chest, and his thoughts... began to dissipate.

His chest wasn't pierced by the old man's fist, but it shrunk down as if it had been hit by a rock.

Something was flowing from his eye sockets...and from his mouth and nose as well.

Is it blood?

I must look terrible right now...

I can't let Hisoka see this...

In that instant, a series of absurd and comical thoughts surfaced in his stagnant mind... not fear or dread of death.

“You’re right! I do want to live… Everyone’s selfish. If I had any guts, I could have gone to the capital to find that bastard king. Even though I’d ​​die after the ceremony… and the Bozwa tribe would cease to exist, at least we’d have gotten our revenge! But… that’s something only a fool would do. I can live a long time…”

The old man grabbed Long's broken arm, lifted him up, and dragged him in front of him.

He looked at him with a satisfied expression as his breathing gradually weakened.

Even though they were so close, Long could no longer hear what the former was saying... She could only vaguely sense an arrogant face waving in front of her.

The Hunter world is indeed too dangerous...

I've done so much... isn't that enough? I've clearly tried my best.

So this is what death feels like. I should be terrified of death, but I'm not panicking at all.

As a time traveler, I'm such a failure...

Even on his deathbed, Oboro was still mocking himself.

"I can be resurrected after I die, but can you? People always have to pay the price for their ignorance and recklessness!"

Suddenly, as if in a final burst of energy, Long's five senses became clear again.

He heard the old man, who had been babbling on and on, say his last words to him.

Then, they threw him into the air like trash.

Below, a group of stone figures who had been positioned all raised their weapons, piercing and slinging the deformed creature through him.

A body with a shape and a continuous flow of blood.

resurrection?

Unfortunately... I didn't draw any equipment or heroes, and I even lost two rune skills in a row. Otherwise, I would still have a life left...

With this thought in mind, Oboro's consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness.

The elder of the Bozwa tribe, also known as Chief Ik, gazed at the stone golems scattered across the ground before him, and at the endless surge of Nen energy within his own body. This boundless power fascinated and captivated him... It was simply wonderful.

As an ordinary Nen user, for the first time he felt... looking down on everything in the world, as if he were the creator of the world.

Unfortunately, this is the effect of the ritual, and it will disappear once the ritual is over.

He can only enjoy the experience to the fullest within this limited time.

“Too weak…” Ike glanced at the lifeless Oboro and said disdainfully.

There is no denying the man's power. If it weren't for the ritual, he would have been killed in a single encounter in the past.

And that was indeed the case; the first time the other party killed him, it was effortless.

But now, even experts of this level pose no threat to him...

It's really cool.

Ike was immersed in pleasure when a noise suddenly came from afar.

Looking up, they saw a hole that had been blocked open, violently broken open, revealing two figures.

It was Hisoka and Kari.

"They didn't run away?"

Ike stared at Kaki, somewhat surprised, then smiled: "Great...you two, you should let me play a little longer, right..."

As soon as Hisoka and his companion rushed into the underground, they saw Oboro being held aloft by the stone weapon.

The drops of blood that splattered from his own body formed streaks of glaring red...

The presence... was almost imperceptible.

"Dead..."

Kaki opened his eyes wide, slumped to the ground, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

They arrived as quickly as possible... but they were still too late.

As for Hisoka… his expression had frozen.

Then, his expression turned gloomy... his eyes turned crazed as he stared intently at the old man.

It kept grinding its teeth, making a terrifying sound...

His expression was twisted, filled with a chilling killing intent…

Despite clearly feeling the terrifying pressure from the other party, Hisoka remained unconcerned.

His fruit... was picked.

And it's the very top one on the tree!

Hisoka has always tried his best to suppress his desire to obtain the 'Oboro' fruit, because this fruit is different from others for him!

Oboro's existence can stimulate his own potential and make him stronger... Hisoka wants to see how strong Oboro can become, and how much he can improve under this pressure.

Then, everything was prepared before going on stage... for the most magnificent and grand 'performance'.

It belongs only to him and Oboro, just the two of them.

It doesn't matter who dies in the end.

The fruit Oboro has a value and significance that no other fruit can replace.

The process of Oboro's transformation from naivety to maturity is so pleasing to the eye, making people especially look forward to his 'deliciousness'. Oboro is also the driving force that inspires him. Everyone else is just a side dish, only Oboro is the main course.

Two people, growing up together...

Even if there's only one Oboro fruit on the entire tree, that's enough!

Hisoka's fantasy world, the dream of tasting the fruit of 'Oboro', collapses at this moment!

He unleashed his anger recklessly... with only one thought in his mind: to kill the old man.

Kill this bastard who destroyed his 'dream'!

Kaki, standing to the side, was completely terrified by Hisoka's appearance. He felt that Hisoka had become another kind of creature... like a demon.

Whoosh!