Teaching Killua a Lesson

The pain is excruciating!

Jed felt his mind and body being Separation little by little...

A tremor that originates from the depths of one's soul.

Behind him, Oboro's arm was already burning with will-o'-the-wisps, a sign of soul transformation.

With his pull, a fragmented soul was ripped out of Jed's body.

This is not the state of the soul as understood by Oboro in the conventional sense.

Just like Prince Benjamin, as a healthy human being... Under the influence of Nen, the other party's soul became an almost ethereal human phantom, whose outline and appearance could be seen more clearly than the souls floating in the Ghost Mist.

But Jed's soul was extremely small, only about half a meter tall, and his spirit was not nearly transparent... but rather a mixed, shallow black substance.

At the center of the soul is a 'core' the size of a fingernail.

It is precisely the 'source' of Jed's life form.

"The fact that you can be affected by my Nen and touched by me means... you really do belong to the realm of souls." Looking at the energy held in her palm, Oboro smiled.

Beneath him, Jed's body went limp and collapsed to the ground, gradually vaporizing and disappearing.

Along with the enormous Rakshasa, it was annihilated in the wind and snow.

"Hehe..."

"Hehehe..."

Long was very happy; his calm laughter carried a hint of delight.

There was no scene of life and death as I had imagined.

There was no head-to-head fighting or struggle... Jed, who was a bit tricky to deal with for Netero, just like that... died in front of Oboro.

Splash splash splash...

A strange metallic clanging sound rang out in the air.

Several ghostly figures, embracing a lantern suspended by a Chain, emerged from the mist and flew to my side.

Offer up the Rigge's Lantern.

Oboro reached out and opened the small valve of the lantern, sending Jed's soul into it.

When the soul is not imprisoned, the Rigge's Lantern has no flame; in other words, it is not lit and is in an extinguished state.

Every soul within this mist must first undergo the transformation by the Rigge's Lantern before merging into the Ghost Mist and being controlled by Oboro...

As for the duration, it depends on the intensity of the Post-Mortem Nen.

Previously, what was hidden inside the lamp was a part of the soul of the eldest prince Benjamin.

Now, Benjamin is dead... so the lamp is empty.

After Jed's soul was placed, strange phenomena suddenly occurred.

Suddenly, a black, resentful force overflowed from the Rigge's Lantern, trembling in mid-air and making strange creaking noises.

Long stared intently at the dim light emanating from inside the lantern, his eyes serious.

This... is the most crucial step.

He couldn't combine the Cursed Grudge with his Nen power. Not to mention him, probably no one in the world could do it... because these are two completely different energies.

However, if it can be transformed by his Nen while retaining the characteristics of Cursed Grudge, then the mission will be accomplished.

Ability can break the rules.

After a while, the Rigge's Lantern gradually calmed down, and the Cursed Grudge emanating from them also showed signs of subsiding...

Seeing this, Long finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew... it was done.

Next, we just need to wait for a while for the soul to be completely transformed.

Although the progress seems rather slow.

After a moment, Oboro withdrew his Nen.

Stepping into the prison area, which had been affected by the Rakshasa riot and turned into ruins.

Netero and Killua were still breathing steadily, so they were probably alright.

"What... is that?"

After he got a distance closer, he saw Killua staring blankly at the sky, muttering to himself.

Netero- legged to one side.

The cell where he was imprisoned has collapsed...

Killua was stunned and muttering to himself because he had just witnessed an unbelievable scene: a dense swarm of demons rushing towards Cursed Grudge Rakshasa...

The number of ghosts summoned by Oboro is countless, and the Rakshasa is particularly tall and powerful, making it difficult to ignore.

This kind of battle scene was a bit beyond Killua's comprehension, as he had only recently become Nen user.

Only Netero stared at Oboro as she approached. Seeing the expression on Oboro's face, the old man knew... he had obtained what Oboro wanted! "Those ghosts... are they your abilities?"

Killua looked over with a particularly startled and wary gaze as he asked a question.

"Um."

Long did not deny it.

Anyway, I've met all the members of the Zoldyck Family.

"So fast..."

After receiving Oboro's affirmative reply, Killua became even more agitated.

He had thought that Oboro would have to fight Jed for at least a while... after all, the pressure Jed put on him was immense.

In particular, its Cursed Grudge power, unlike any other, is difficult to defend against.

"He wasn't a truly powerful expert to begin with... he just happened to be lucky enough to survive until now," Oboro joked.

"Lucky?"

Seeing Oboro's relaxed demeanor, Killua clicked his tongue. "This guy even captured the Hunter x Hunter Association President... You're just casually mentioning it as a fluke, you're just trying to hide your smugness."

"A bit hypocritical..."

Netero smiled, showing no anger whatsoever. Instead, he nodded, as if he had regained the vitality of his old child, and added, "Yes, Killua is right. The enemy is exceptionally terrifying."

"You must keep what happened here a secret for me... I'm already quite old, I don't want word to get out and be laughed at..."

Long glanced at the old man.

Still being cheeky...

It would be incredibly easy for Netero to easily defeat Jed ...

It can only be said that the old man spent his whole life cultivating himself, but in the end he still couldn't transcend worldly desires; he couldn't get past the hurdle of human nature.

Who among those close friends and family who hold a significant place in their lives can remain completely unmoved from beginning to end?

Faced with Jed, Netero couldn't bring himself to kill her.

My heart softened.

"In your eyes, haven't I always been a hypocrite...? It's not like you just met me."

Oboro looked at Killua with a mocking gaze, "Speaking of which... you don't seem to have improved much, are you? You look so disheveled? Shouldn't you be thanking me for saving your life?"

"..."

Killua.

"Impolite brats are easily disliked." - Oboro

Killua blushed, turned his head away, and scoffed.

Oboro stepped forward, walked to Netero's side, and prepared to remove the restraint of the resentment power from him.

"It's no use, I've tried everything... I don't know if this person is truly dead or not. He's clearly lifeless, but there seems to be a tiny bit of vital sign, protected by resentment. This restraint is very strong... I can't even move his body..."

Sensing Oboro's intention, Killua quickly spoke up.

"Any constraint or oath is closely related to the individual. No matter how strong the effect, it is impossible to break through the limits of one's own life. Moreover, most constraints and oaths are basically the overdraft of oneself or the future by some kind of rule, at the cost of life. This is the capital, and also the only bargaining chip."

"Although resentment and longing are different, the underlying logic is the same..."

As he spoke, Oboro took his hand out of his pocket.

Mist rose from his hands, then ghostly flames ignited again, transforming him into a spirit-like state.

"Wing and Biscuit probably didn't teach you and Gon about constraints and oaths in detail, did they? Study hard, you might need it in the future."

Long's arm was like a sharp knife, ignoring the protective layer of resentment outside the body and piercing directly into it.

Under Killua's shocked gaze, Oboro pulled out a wisp of soul light that had almost vanished.

At the same time, Oboro was also instructing Killua in the tone of an elder.

"His soul is reduced to this fragment; it's incomplete and has been gone for a long time..."

"The soul and the will of the spirit are inextricably linked... It is through this last remaining fragment of the soul that the most basic remnant of will is preserved, allowing the constraints to operate smoothly..."

As he spoke, the soul was absorbed by the mist in Oboro's hand.

The Cursed Grudge binding Netero was broken, and the black resentment dissipated like ashes from a fire, carried away by the falling snowflakes.

"The body is dead, the soul is gone, and so... that is true death, Vows and Restrictions no longer exist... For ordinary people, it is difficult to retain any remaining thoughts after the body dies... This is the rudimentary form of Post-Mortem Nen, which requires raising awareness."

After speaking, Oboro curled the corners of her lips and looked at Killua: "Did you understand?"

Killua swallowed hard; with his comprehension, he naturally understood.

However... he also knew one thing: Post-Mortem Nen, the ability to connect with the souls of others, like Oboro did, was not something everyone could do.

Furthermore, whether it's Nen power or Cursed Grudge... the soul seems to be more crucial than the body.

It's also the core!

Physical death can give rise to Post-Mortem Nen ...

But if the soul dies first... leaving only a physical body, then it's truly over.

"What are you showing off for? If I wanted to know this, I could find out anytime..."

Killua out of his daze, coughed awkwardly, and then scoffed, trying to save face.