Hunter License? I Refuse!

"Ho ho ho ho ho! Seeing you so full of spirit puts my mind at ease."

Accompanied by that distinctive laughter, an old man with a high ponytail and dressed in traditional martial arts robes walked into the ward.

He was none other than Isaac Netero, reputed to be the strongest Nen user in Hunter World—a monster who had lived for over a hundred years and still retained immense combat power.

The old man first glanced at Lupos, who had climbed up from the floor and assumed a highly vigilant stance. Then, he slowly pulled a card marked with two Xs from his robes and held it out directly before Allen.

"After discussion among all the examiners and observation of your performance during the test, we unanimously decided to approve you as the only successful candidate of the 286th Hunter Exam. Here, this is your Hunter License."

"A Hunter License? For me? A loser?" Allen stared at the card within arm's reach, confusion written across his face.

During these days recuperating in the hospital, he had roughly sorted through the memories left behind by this body's original owner and understood why he had run into that freak Hisoka the moment he transmigrated.

The answer was simple!

The body's original owner had taken part in the 286th Hunter Exam and happened to encounter Hisoka during one of his surges of murderous intent. Hisoka had directly injured an examiner before beginning a slaughter of all the examinees. Unfortunately, the original owner had been pierced through the heart by a playing card and died on the spot, allowing Allen's transmigrated soul to take advantage of the empty body.

Incidentally, next year's 287th Hunter Exam would be when the four protagonists—Gon, Killua, Kurapika, and Leorio—made their official debut.

"Ho ho ho ho! The Hunter Exam does not simply judge whether someone can become a Hunter by success or failure. It tests your potential. In my opinion, the fact that you managed to injure Hisoka under those circumstances already proves that you are outstanding enough. So do not belittle yourself. I believe you will become an excellent Hunter. Take it. This will be the beginning of your new life."

As he spoke, Chairman Netero pushed the Hunter License closer once more, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

He had watched that battle through the surveillance cameras and knew very well just how difficult it was to temporarily suppress, or even injure, a battle-hardened madman like Hisoka without having learned Nen abilities.

Especially when faced with that terrifying killing intent and grievous injuries that had left him on the verge of death, this boy had not revealed even the slightest trace of fear. Instead, he had fought with all his strength until the very last moment.

Once he learned Nen abilities, such powerful willpower would allow him to grow into an expert with absolute certainty.

Staring at the small card before him, Allen did not reach out to take it at once. Instead, he fell into silent contemplation.

What did a Hunter License mean?

As someone who had watched the anime, Allen naturally knew very well!

With this tiny card, one could not only enter ninety percent of nations and restricted zones that seventy-five percent of Ordinary People could never enter, but also use ninety-five percent of Public Facilities for free, access professional Hunter websites for information, use it as collateral for loans, or sell it for a fortune large enough to live comfortably for several lifetimes.

Most importantly!

Under normal circumstances, only after obtaining a Hunter License would one begin a Hunter's final trial—learning Nen abilities.

Otherwise, most Ordinary People in this world, and even more than eighty percent of wealthy people and High Officials, did not know Nen abilities even existed.

But the problem was that Allen did not want to pass the Hunter Exam as a loser.

In his view, unless he could defeat Hisoka in the Hunter Exam, he would still feel deeply dissatisfied even if he received the license. It would be as disgusting as swallowing a fly, and he would even see it as a symbol of humiliation.

After repeated inner deliberation and struggle, he finally opened his eyes and said slowly to the old man standing beside the bed, "Sorry, Chairman. Please allow me to refuse."

"Oh? Refuse? Why?" Netero asked with a smile.

"Because this is not what I want! Don't worry, my refusal this time does not mean I do not want to become a Hunter. On the contrary, I believe I am still unworthy of passing the exam. Give me one year. One year from now, I will return here again." Allen answered with a solemn expression.

"Ho ho ho ho! I see! Very well, I understand. Then I wish you a speedy recovery. See you next year."

Netero smiled and withdrew the Hunter License, then Clean and Neatly turned and left with Mr. Bean, without the slightest hesitation.

Listening to the two men's footsteps gradually fade away, Allen, who had been lying in the hospital bed, immediately sprang up. Neither his movements nor his agility resembled those of a severely injured patient who had nearly died.

He first carefully checked the surrounding area, then glanced at the clock. Once he confirmed that no one would disturb him for the next few hours, he drew the curtains, locked the door, placed one hand on Wolf King Lupos's head, and silently uttered, "Teleport."

In an instant!

A flash of white light swept past, and the man and wolf vanished from the ward without a trace.

The next second...

They appeared inside an ancient and enormous ruin. Huge statues and stone pillars stood everywhere as far as the eye could see, while Troggs could vaguely be seen wandering back and forth through the passages on either side.

Any player from the vanilla era could recognize it at a glance. This was the classic level-forty-five Dungeon—Uldaman—which revealed much about the relationship between the Titans and their creations, the Earth Spirit and Dwarves.

Of course, Allen had long since memorized this history of Azerath's changes. He directly pressed a hand to his chest and summoned the Hunter Panel's equipment, preventing the bandages around his body from getting stained with dust or other filth that would be difficult to explain to the doctors when he returned.

Once he had finished all this, he immediately threw a Freezing Trap onto the ground, then gave Wolf King Lupos the attack command. "Go! Tear them apart!"

"Awoo!!!!!!"

After a piercing Wolf Howl, the silver giant wolf shot forward with a whoosh, pouncing on the nearest Trogg Shaman and pinning it to the ground before tearing into it savagely. The sight was bloody and brutal beyond measure.

But Allen had clearly grown accustomed to all this. Without hesitation, he raised his hand and cast Hunter's Mark.

Multi-Shot, Serpent Sting, and Arcane Shot followed immediately after!

With the overwhelming advantage of his level and a frenzied barrage that spared no Mana, the two Elite Troggs soon collapsed to the ground, becoming loot in the form of Experience Points, money, cloth, potions, and more.

There was no need to ask; he was using this method to gain Experience Points, as well as certain things that could only be obtained in the game.

As for why he did not go out onto the world map to complete quests, it was naturally because he could only remain inside the Dungeon. The moment he touched the vortex-like entrance at the Dungeon's exit, he would immediately be teleported back to the hospital ward.

This was the conclusion Allen had reached after repeated experiments.

The grievous wounds that would have killed Ordinary People several times over had long since healed completely with the help of healing potions. The reason he had not yet left the hospital was mainly because he did not want to attract attention. At the very least, he intended to stay for a month first.

Otherwise, with such a healing rate, word would definitely reach the Hunter Association, and it might even bring unnecessary trouble.

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