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When Oboro entered the prison, he saw some Association members imprisoned there.

Many of them were tortured terribly... unfortunately, they are already dead.

He was killed prematurely...

Jed's work.

After sensing the deaths of the Hungry Ghost and Asura, there was no need to keep these hostages.

With Netero in hand, everything becomes much easier.

As for his subordinates, he could still use the Cursed Grudge to capture a large number of men.

As Long ventured deeper, he finally saw the source of the terrifying resentment: a white-haired man with his back to him.

At this moment, the other party had one hand raised high, pinching a boy with the same hair color as him.

Killua.

Killua was enveloped in resentment, his limbs trembling and twitching.

It's clear that his consciousness is resisting the negative emotions of resentment... he doesn't want his will to be eroded.

Killua's spirit was also very strong, and he did not fall for the control as quickly as other Nen user.

Oboro arrived just in time; otherwise... if he had arrived any later, Killua might have died.

Inside the cage to the side, Netero sat cross-legged, and his expression relaxed when he saw Oboro.

"Thank you for your help."

He said it softly.

In a tone never before heard before.

No longer easy.

After all, this matter involves the Association's 'ugly' practices and is also related to his early experiences.

Be careful.

In Netero's view, Jed still posed a certain danger.

The exact duration of the latter's resurrection is unclear to outsiders.

Jed can strengthen himself by constantly absorbing resentment... In addition, due to the special nature of Cursed Grudge, even Oboro must be wary of dealing with it.

Because of the nature of resentment, even if Oboro destroyed the guy who used the restraints to limit Netero's abilities and keep him in a living dead state, it was useless.

There is no way to untie Netero's restraints for the time being.

Long turned her gaze away from the president, looked at Jed, and then walked out, saying, "We can't act freely here, let's go outside."

He's issuing a challenge.

Oboro was very clear about Jed's personality in the story.

Arrogant and overbearing.

"Hehe..."

Jed tilted his head slightly, one eye fixed on Oboro's confident expression, and sneered before violently throwing Killua away.

Too young...

He was a top-tier powerhouse who lived in the same era as Netero.

Jed knew more than anyone about Nen and Nen.

He played a crucial role in the rise of the Hunter Association.

Jed was more than happy to teach Oboro a lesson! He wanted to destroy Netero's hoped-for 'savior'...

After thinking it over, he followed in Long's footsteps.

"Jed ..."

Netero called out before he left.

Jed glanced at his old friend.

"The real significance of what you and I did back then lies not in us... not in the Association, but in these younger generation who died at your hands. They are the hope for the future of the Association. Although Oboro was not a good representative, in him you can see... the value of our existence in our early years."

Netero looked very serious.

However, all he received in response was Jed's cold gaze.

"Yes... you are the only beneficiary."

"The Association no longer has any reason to exist, and I will destroy it with my own hands."

After leaving behind two sentences, Jed walked away.

Netero closed his eyes with a complicated expression.

Outside the prison, corpses lay strewn everywhere.

Longxian stood still beneath the swirling snow...

A moment later, the door behind him was pushed open, and Jed came out.

"Oboro, is that your name?"

Jed questioned.

"Um."

Long turned around and said indifferently, "You don't need to remember my name. You're going to disappear anyway... what's the point?"

"It's clear that you and Netero are not the same kind of people... It's quite unexpected that someone like you could enter the Association."

Jed glanced at the severed limbs and frozen blood around him, his face full of sarcasm. "Back then, Netero was determined to make the Association bigger and stronger, but his purpose was not to win over companions like you... The wonderful Association he envisioned should not have people like you."

"Reality and dreams are two different things."

Oboro answered calmly, not bothering to argue with Jed, and said directly, "Your body is a manifestation of some kind of power from Cursed Grudge, right? What I find strange is that if it's just a manifestation of a single power, it shouldn't have independent consciousness... So, you do have a soul."

"Of course, there are also some special abilities that come with this effect."

Long changed his tune again.

In his memory, on the Black Whale in the original story, the tenth and eleventh princes of the Kakin Empire were inseparable. After the death of the tenth prince, the guardian spirit beast's ability 'Two-Person Symbiosis' was triggered, and the guardian spirit beast transformed into the tenth prince's appearance before his death, also possessing independent consciousness and thought.

It is a form of evolution that occurs after death... through Nen.

The Nen Beast itself is also a kind of ability.

Oboro wasn't quite sure whether this was the self-operation of his Nen after death, or an effect that only occurred in a specific environment, namely within the ritual barrier.

Oboro was interested in Jed because the ghosts he commanded, through the development of his abilities, also possessed simple individual thoughts and a hint of Post-Mortem Nen consciousness...

He amplified the remaining will from life in every soul.

But it has no physical form. If Cursed Grudge could make ghosts more like real, living spirits... that would be wonderful.

His trip was worthwhile.

Furthermore, the existence of a soul means that Jed can drop loot after he dies.

"I am who I am... a living, breathing being."

Jed, word by word.

"It's confirmed..."

Long suddenly laughed, "Your soul is derived from resentment, a product of pure darkness, a vast negative emotion... It is merely imitating 'you,' but it is not your true soul!"

At this point, Oboro's eyes lit up.

Counterfeit!

"In other words, Cursed Grudge can be made into a soul core... Although it is fake, it still has the original driving force, controlled by the will of the dark side, making it indistinguishable from the real thing! Just like a walking corpse whose mind has been corrupted, except that the resentment you possess belongs to a higher level of energy."

Resentment seems to be more suitable for developing Thresh's abilities than Nen power.

"Great... you're the best experimental material!"

Long's tone became more animated, and she spoke with a hint of excitement.

Experimental materials?

Jed squinted.

Long's arrogant tone made him feel humiliated.

In his mind, even Netero had never been this arrogant when facing him...

Boom! The next second, the world changed dramatically.

Endless black resentment surged forth, engulfing the entire space surrounding the prison base.

In an instant, Long felt as if he were in a pitch-black realm where he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face.

He was instantly swallowed up by the black torrent.

"You... you really want to die so badly?"

Jed stared at the corner of the ground that had been completely impacted and washed by the resentment, his words becoming violent.

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