Oboro's Ability × Nen × Hunter

The next day, in his room.

Oboro sat on the bed, Nen power emanating from his entire body.

His eyes were closed... as though he were deep in meditation.

Then, a Face Button suddenly appeared in midair above his head—the game's power button.

'Loading the game...'

'Loading modules... Please wait.'

'Update progress: 100%. Update complete!'

The Face Button issued its mechanical notifications, then turned into a puff of white smoke and vanished.

Oboro opened his eyes as well... wiping the fine sweat from his forehead.

Developing Nen... was no simple matter.

Generally speaking, in the Hunter World, fast Nen users could determine their abilities within a few months, while slower ones took about a year. That excluded some particularly exceptional people, such as Hisoka and Netero.

After spending half a year working behind closed doors in the mountains, Oboro had then spent another year gradually developing his ability during breaks in his training.

Though he was a Conjuration user, the angle and method behind his development differed from ordinary people.

He had incorporated a little of the traits of other Nen categories. Since the system had given him the optimal ability plan, it meant his Nen power possessed a certain degree of both Specialization and Transmutation.

Naturally, he could not use those two adjacent categories the way pure Specialization or Transmutation users could... he could only do his best to mix and fuse them in.

After all, even if you specialized in mathematics and understood a little literature... you still could not compare to someone who studied it professionally.

He could only make the best use of them within limited bounds.

To transform those traits and build his Nen ability more effectively, Oboro had put in no small amount of effort.

He had contemplated nature and observed the energy of all kinds of life, all to lay the groundwork before developing his ability.

Otherwise, his vision for his Nen ability would have been nothing but a fantasy... If he relied solely on Conjuration Nen to create it, the Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer would become a watered-down version!

What he needed to do was simple.

First, he would use materialized Nen to create a physical entity.

Namely, the Face Button—the power button.

Then, he would give that power button a certain function and effect. That was the key to the ability.

Linking dimensions.

In fact, this effect had already appeared among Hunter x Hunter characters. Shizuku's Blinky, for instance—her vacuum could absorb all matter that was not "living organisms" and dispose of it like garbage, meaning it stored vast amounts of things in another space.

Otherwise, given Blinky's size, how could it possibly accomplish such a thing?

The same went for Owl of the Shadow Beasts, whose ability carried a similar concept... with just a small piece of cloth, he could hold an entire warehouse's worth of items.

And Knov's Four-Dimensional Mansion, which appeared later in the Chimera Ant Arc.

They were all Conjuration users.

They shared a strong commonality.

The difference between Oboro and them was that, in a sense, the alternate space connected by his power button was not passive... it could be actively modified. He could build his own Game World within it!

The true power of the Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer lay in two aspects!

First, everything inside the game: equipment, skills, maps, and so on.

That was the obvious part.

Second, the game rules. That was the hidden part.

Ordinary Nen users would find it difficult to notice, making it rather insidious!

But limited by his current strength, his Game World, including its rules, had yet to be fully created. When he fought Echimilu before, his ability had been random, and he had summoned Minions... he still could not choose according to his own wishes.

He had drawn a resource category and produced Minions because, in the current Game World, the only resources he had constructed were Minions, Scuttle Crabs, Murk Wolves, Raptors, and Gromps. Monsters with the strength of an Elemental Drake or even Baron Nashor could not be "made" overnight.

The game rules were the same.

There were still many missing pieces.

Maps, equipment, skills, and the other five major categories—he had to restore every detail completely. That was why he said his Nen ability was a massive undertaking.

It was also why his Nen ability was so complex and enormous!

Nen abilities could be simple, or they could be profound... simple ones had simple applications, while profound ones had profound principles. It all depended on the individual.

Clearly... Oboro had embarked on a path unlike anyone else's.

Furthermore, the reason he could make the Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer proactive, continuously enrich the Game World, and achieve what other Conjuration users could not was precisely because he had harmonized the traits of Specialization and Transmutation.

Ordinary Nen abilities were essentially created when Nen users made their "will" resonate with their own Nen power through a "mental projection." It could also involve processes such as setting conditions, purposes, adjustments, and direction. This was evident from the ability Kurapika awakened under his master's guidance, specifically to target the Phantom Troupe.

Nen abilities were balanced.

There were no trash Nen abilities, only trash users.

The stronger the Nen ability one developed, the greater the cost naturally became... Kurapika was a fine example. Under normal circumstances, at his level during the Yorknew period, he could not have contended with the Spiders... because he had simply not had enough time to grow.

The reason his ability countered the Phantom Troupe was the power granted by Nen. As for the cost... that was obvious as well.

Oboro's ability was no different.

If he wanted an endless upper limit... he had to consume vast amounts of Nen power and possess immense computational ability for the Game World.

And... he had to invest an extremely long time.

Unlike Kurapika, he was in no hurry... and he had plenty of time. He could take it slow...

So aside from the extremely high demand on his aura reserves, the cost of his ability was practically negligible.

As for brainpower, it was needed to control the Game World and understand all its various values. Since he had directly copied a game from his previous life, he had fully exploited the advantage of being a transmigrator. He had played this game for so many years that he knew it inside out, allowing him to take a shortcut.

The system could also search through his memories and help him fill in the settings and data.

In short, what Oboro wanted to say about the power system known as Nen was, "Nen is merely a way of fighting. Physical ability and intelligence are the proper ways to strengthen this energy called Nen!"

His goal was to one day manifest the entire Game World and create an effect similar to a domain.

If possible, the worlds he created would not be limited to just one.

Of course, even one world would be difficult enough... As for the future, Oboro did not know whether he could ever reach that level...

Though he was a transmigrator and had a system.

He could not deny that... in any world, there were always people beyond people and heavens beyond heavens.

Even Netero and Ging Freecss might not be capable of such a thing... so what gave him the right?

Oboro knew the difference between confidence and arrogance.

He would take it one step at a time...

The future could be left to the future. No one could say for sure.

"Zalon... a mercenary, huh... After reaching the 200th floor, he has won nine straight matches without a single loss or point conceded."

"I thought no one would challenge me anytime soon..."

A moment later, Oboro sat in a chair, sampling pastries delivered by the staff. He picked up a document, read it over, and chuckled softly.

Another formidable opponent!

"So? Have you watched the match footage I sent you?"

In another room, Wing trained his Nen at the side according to Biscuit's teachings.

The girl held a phone and asked the person on the other end of the line.

"Ho ho ho... I watched it."

A hearty yet gentle, distinctive laugh came from the phone.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Biscuit looked serious.

"Hmm..."

The person on the other end fell silent in thought.

Just as Biscuit's face darkened and she was about to lose her temper, the other party finally spoke. "All I can say is... young people these days are truly terrifying. The younger generation is formidable!"

"It seems... an old man like me... should retire from the stage."

"President, I didn't call you so you could wax poetic! At his age, it is impossible for him to possess such a deep understanding of Nen... From the way he fought, he is obviously a new face... It makes no sense. It just feels completely out of place, strange. The more I think about it these past few days, the more terrifying it becomes. How could someone like him possibly exist...?"

"Since becoming a Nen user, this is the first time I've ever seen someone like this!"

"To put it simply, even if it were someone like you, are you confident you could cultivate another person like him?"

Biscuit asked.

That was right. The person speaking with her was none other than Isaac Netero, President of the Hunter Association.

"The world is always changing, and life itself undergoes all kinds of changes. Just because you cannot do something does not mean others cannot... People are different. Change is what makes things interesting!"

The old man in the phone laughed.

"Aren't you curious?"

Biscuit widened her eyes. "Don't you want to come see him in person? If he could join the Association..."

"If someone with such talent cannot walk the right path, the consequences are obvious... Besides, it would be a terrible loss. I only reminded you out of kindness!"

The girl put her hands on her hips and pouted unhappily.

"If he does not wish to join, you cannot force him..."

"..."

"Learning Nen is the key to becoming a Hunter... that is the core of it. Ordinary people rarely come into contact with Nen. Generally, they need an opportunity—encountering another Hunter who can pass Nen on to them. Passing it on is also a Hunter's duty... So where exactly did he learn Nen, and from whom?"

Biscuit said.

"Well..."

The old man did not answer immediately. Instead, he seemed to smack his lips.

Was he drinking tea? A vein popped up on Biscuit's forehead.

Was he even listening to her seriously?!

"The kid's background is very clean..."

Netero seemed to know exactly what expression Biscuit wore on the other end. Every time, he waited until she was on the verge of exploding before answering slowly and cheerfully. After replying, he changed the subject. "By the way, how is your little apprentice doing?"

"Very well, thank you for your concern!"

Biscuit could not take it anymore. After saying that, she immediately hung up.

Air snorted from her nostrils, and she looked ready to kill someone.

Wing, standing nearby, swallowed and did not dare make a sound.

"Tch! What the heck... He is obviously very interested, yet he insists on acting like he doesn't care... Since you won't show yourself, I won't bother either!" After sulking to herself for a while, Biscuit calmed down and reminded Wing not to slack off, telling him to continue training properly in the room.

Then she skipped out of the room.

"Girls should be pretty... Why should I worry over something like this..."

"I heard an auction house has recently been exhibiting quite a few priceless gems... How exciting. I cannot miss an opportunity like this. It would be even better if I could buy them!"

Before leaving, Biscuit appeared somewhat excited.

It had to be said, the old lady's ability to regulate her mood was truly unparalleled.