Welcome to Hell

The mental pressure released by Jed was accompanied by a huge amount of Cursed Grudge power, which was far beyond what Hungry Ghost and Asura could match... Basically, as long as you were touched by his resentment, your consciousness would be invaded immediately, and you would not even have a chance to struggle.

Killua was able to put up some resistance earlier because he wasn't using his full strength.

Right now, when facing Oboro, the Cursed Grudge erupting from Jed's center is like a flood breaking through a dam, washing over the sky and the earth, its power is incomparable to what it was before.

Even Killua and Netero, who were in prison, felt the building tremble and the dust falling down... They felt uneasy.

Killua has awakened from the ground and severed the cage bars imprisoning the chairman, but... because of his lack of understanding of Cursed Grudge, he is unable to free the old man from his constraints.

The black resentment emanating from the person kneeling on the ground, whose fate was unclear—whether dead or alive—continued to tightly bind Netero's limbs... Even Killua's Nen power attacks against the Cursed Grudge had no effect whatsoever.

He tried to awaken the consciousness of the person who exerted the control, but to no avail.

"Don't worry, it's him who's coming, there won't be any problems..."

Killua, despite his young age, was surprisingly mature and even tried to comfort Netero.

He noticed a hint of worry in the chairman's expression.

Killua was convinced that Oboro would win.

It was because... he learned from his family that his father and grandfather had been defeated by Oboro.

Furthermore, the Zoldyck Family has raised the price of missions related to Oboro to an inhuman level.

He was naturally aware of Jed's terrifying nature...

But recalling his father's evaluation of Oboro on the phone, Killua still felt that Oboro was better.

During this time, he and Gon had been training with Biscuit on Greed Island, and had learned a lot about Oboro's past, including some of his deeds within the Association. Considering the current situation, Killua deduced that neither the guild master nor Biscuit had a good understanding of Oboro's current strength.

Biscuit once said that Oboro also created a real-world game called Hero Island, which, in terms of playability alone, surpasses Greed Island. Furthermore, Oboro's Nen also originated from the game's concept... But all of that is in the past. When Oboro's grandfather and father fought against him, the Nen that Oboro displayed... was completely different from what Biscuit said.

Killua felt that Oboro was deliberately hiding his true strength... or perhaps, for a powerhouse of his caliber, very few things could force him to reveal his true abilities. Within the current Association, there were probably very few people who truly understood Oboro's capabilities.

And he happened to be one of them.

Therefore, he suppressed his discomfort and made a special phone call to his older Illumi.

I made a deal.

If Oboro is a role model and an idol for Gon, then Oboro is a role model and an idol for Gon.

In Killua's eyes, that was the opponent he had to defeat in the future...

He absolutely had to settle accounts with Long.

"Hehe... I never thought that an old man like me would be comforted by a child like you."

Netero resumed his natural smile and said with a gentle smile.

He saw through Killua's little scheme.

This little guy...

Since the Zoldyck Family knew some of Oboro's secrets, how could he, as the chairman of the Hunter Association, not know? He had been maintaining contact with someone from the Zoldyck Family all along.

Including Zeno.

Netero was not worried about Oboro's safety.

Rather, he realized that Oboro had come with a purpose, and the person he was targeting was Jed.

But what can Oboro use to exploit Jed's resurrection? Only... the power of Cursed Grudge.

What is he going to do? That Nen to control souls...

On the other side, black resentment surged like a raging tide, completely filling the space where Oboro stood.

Jed's white hair fluttered in the wind and snow, his expression sinister.

"You younger generations... have all come this far by following the path we paved! You need to know your place... and understand who you are talking to!" Jed said coldly.

"Are you comparing yourself to Netero?"

Suddenly, Jed's pupils contracted.

From within the black tide of resentment ahead, a perfectly calm voice rang out.

With a loud bang, the massive Cursed Grudge controlled by Jed tore apart instantly.

In the center, Oboro stood unharmed, surrounded by wisps of green mist. Around him, a group of ghosts floated in the air, protecting him. To Jed's astonishment, thanks to the green mist and the presence of these ghosts, his resentment was completely blocked from reaching his target.

Why? He couldn't understand it.

Oboro stretched out a hand, took a few steps, and voluntarily put his arm into the Cursed Grudge.

He actually used his palm to tear off a piece of the black energy.

This is... Jed's 'qi'.

"As expected... Cursed Grudge gains power by amplifying the darkness within one's heart... It's a very low-level emotional catalyst, which looks intimidating! The way it gains power is simple and brutal, but the stronger the power, the bigger the hole in your heart... It's like robbing Peter to pay Paul, completely focusing its characteristics on one point."

With a clenched fist, the Cursed Grudge on her hand suddenly exploded into a cloud of black energy and dissipated.

"Nian... has a mature and complete training method and system, just like from elementary school to university graduation. It is the experience summarized by countless pioneers, and it is a process of constantly honing oneself to sublimate and grow. As for your Cursed Grudge ... to put it bluntly, it is a wild and unorthodox approach, something that is not up to standard."

His calm and collected words were full of sarcasm.

Thoughts are like a person strengthening themselves through exercise, martial arts practice, and breaking through their willpower.

It is laying a solid foundation.

As for Cursed Grudge... it's more like a person who takes everything he can see and makes it into rough, tattered armor, then sticks it on himself... seemingly armed and very strong, but in the end, he remains unchanged.

Jed absorbs the Cursed Grudge of others to strengthen himself; that's the method he uses.

They all relied on external things.

External things, and not even good things...

I am still weak.

Another crucial point is that the nature of Cursed Grudge makes the 'mind' of the person who controls it far less resilient than their 'thought'.

Enlarging the void in your heart and nurturing negative emotions will weaken your mind and cause extreme emotional fluctuations, making you vulnerable to losing control.

Losing control is equivalent to being completely dominated by the Cursed Grudge, becoming just an empty shell.

While it also granted significant power, it was undoubtedly a double-edged sword.

Upon hearing Oboro's words, Jed's forehead veins bulged, and his hair stood on end in anger.

As the giant hand swung down, countless enormous ribbons shot out from the surrounding surging resentment, wrapping around Oboro.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Mist outside the body of the ghost had already spread out, rapidly expanding within the black domain. Strangely, wherever the ghostly figures and mist touched, the black Cursed Grudge seemed to melt away like snow in spring.

Similar to the methods of the Emission, the black ribbons formed from resentment were torn apart and shattered by the ghosts that shot out before they even reached two meters in front of Oboro.

"My ghosts happen to have some spiritual effects... much like Cursed Grudge, they are a manifestation of the Post-Mortem Nen. The difference is that resentment is just a medium for spiritual transmission, a kind of energy... while these ghosts are more like your state of being in the world... of course, you are a bit more advanced."

"You are a product of the Cursed Grudge, and the nature of your resentment determines that you can reach a higher level."

"These ghosts are products of thought, and are naturally limited, unable to rise to a higher level, restricted by the characteristics of thought."

"Your appearance is an opportunity... a source of nourishment that allows them to enter a higher energy level."

To Jed, every word Long said sounded like thunder crashing down on his ears.

Is using Cursed Grudge to overcome the characteristics of Nen a form of fusion?

However... Cursed Grudge and resentment are two extremes by nature, and they can never be reconciled.

"You'll understand soon enough..."

Fang seemed to have seen through his thoughts and smiled slightly.

That smile sent chills down Jed's spine.

"Unfortunately... if it were anyone else, dealing with you would be extremely difficult, and might even be life-threatening... but coincidentally, I am your... natural enemy!"

A warning bell rang in Jed's mind, and he stopped hiding his secrets.

He crossed his arms in front of him and roared, "A hundred demons Cursed Grudge, Rakshasa!"

Suddenly, a fierce wind howled.

The world underwent a dramatic change.

All the Cursed Grudge solidified into one place, like a whale sucking in water.

They formed a terrifying figure that stood tall and towering into the sky.

Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva are exactly the same as those of Beyond.

Both are massive energy aggregates.

The difference is that, Beyond and Netero, the effects of their abilities are closely related to themselves.

The latter two individuals developed their outstanding abilities because of their personal strength.

As for Jed, he was too weak... Just as Oboro had said before, Cursed Grudge was like a wildly growing weed, without systematic training or self-cultivation... This made the enormous creature in front of him look frightening, but its power was extraordinary.

However, given that it lacks any 'cultivation', it is merely a paper tiger capable of simple actions and easily manipulated.

It's just a large toy.

"Let me prove just how fragile your laughable ability to resent is."

Long raised his hand without making a sound.

As he moved, countless souls suddenly flew out of the Ghost Mist, all soaring into the sky.

Like thousands of ants, they all landed on the surface of the giant Rakshasa.

Then, it tore open wounds on the Rakshasa's body and burrowed into it.

This made the enormous energy body appear as if it were being besieged by a swarm of ants.

Jed also wanted to control Rakshasa and launch an attack on Oboro.

"Howl!"

But the next second, blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

The giant Rakshasa behind him roared to the sky, emitting a mournful cry.

Its body trembled wildly, waving its hands as if trying to extinguish the relentless ghostly figures.

But it was all in vain.

The Rakshasa, towering like a building, indiscriminately struck and trampled, wantonly destroying and damaging the structures within the base.

Even the prison where Netero and Killua were located was not spared.

I wonder if either of them was injured...

"Wow."

Jed staggered and fell to the ground, kneeling on one knee.

Blood was gushing from his mouth, and he could not control it.

He was somewhat distracted, and his ears were ringing constantly.

He found himself losing control of the Cursed Grudge.

The Rakshasa behind him was also riddled with holes by the swarm of demons, looking as if it were made of paper.

How could this be? Even Netero's 100-Type Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn't possibly cause this kind of damage to his Rakshasa...

"As I said, based on the source of the Cursed Grudge's power, the faster this energy is absorbed and expanded, the stronger you will become, but in terms of mind and will, you will be more fragile and easily broken. My ghosts can cause a certain degree of trauma and influence to the mind and spirit... Any Nen user can resist this kind of mental attack, but you, who seem stronger, cannot."

"You haven't met your match... firstly because they lack the ability, and secondly because their will is too weak... someone like Netero can only rely on brute force to eliminate you. But for me, eliminating you... is too easy."

A faint, floating sound came from in front of me.

Jed's vision was blurred, and he could no longer make out Long's appearance.

"Thank you for your kind gift of friendship, and I gladly accept your soul."

With a soft slur.

Long suddenly appeared behind Jed and plunged his hand into the man's chest cavity, inserting it into his body.

He slowly leaned down and said calmly, "As a return gift to you, I'll tell you... I don't want to merge the Cursed Grudge and the spirit; that's something that's absolutely impossible under normal circumstances. What I... just want is the counterfeit soul that's being nurtured in your body."

"Welcome... to Hell."