The Silent Departure

The Ghost Mist dispersed, and the dust that had gathered together completely turned into gaseous matter, drifting and floating in the air.

They did not die; it was only Oboro's wish that made them pay an enormous price.

Instinct drives them to quickly find a host organism to parasitize.

Oboro also sensed the power that had been bestowed upon him: the ability to travel through time and space.

However... his abilities were far too weak for something as simple as opening the barrier between two worlds.

He deliberately described his wish as "freely traversing time and space," as this unrestricted request would maximize the extraction of the power of the rules of E.

It's impossible to actually achieve that.

Next, he will use the power of the rules he controls to maintain and amplify the rules of Ae, and strengthen his possibility of traversing the world... In order for the power of the rules to take effect, a complete rule equation must be constructed, including the conditions that need to be met, etc. It is difficult to produce an effect by using the rules without any process.

But the will that Oboro incorporated into the power of the rules was 'stability', nothing else.

Although the power of the rules has no effect, it is enough to maintain and supplement the abilities granted to him by E, and to enhance their effectiveness even slightly.

"At this level, I'm afraid... it can only be random." Oboro murmured as he assessed his own condition.

This effect is already quite good.

To think you can choose to travel to any particular world is just wishful thinking.

To think that E, with his individual abilities alone, could ignore the barriers of space and time... is just a pipe dream.

If even he can do that, then the likes of the Tree God and the Demon King would have already left the Dark Continent.

The reason Long was able to succeed was because he was a transmigrator, and his soul had already undergone the baptism of transmigration, giving him a certain degree of adaptability. Furthermore, there was his mastery of the soul... Although the Tree God was incredibly powerful, with unimaginable control and manipulation of energy, everyone has their own expertise, and he might not necessarily be stronger than Long in the 'discipline' of the soul.

As for the Demon King... although he also understands the power of the soul, he is still somewhat inferior to Oboro.

Furthermore, the Demon King's own soul lacks the unique characteristics of Oboro.

Therefore, only Oboro can do something like time travel.

At least for now, that's the case.

"Soul weight reduction... The reason my soul is so powerful now is mostly due to the numerical value added by my Nen. Therefore, the best way is to remove the added 'armor,' leaving only the most authentic soul body, and dissipate most of the life energy. Before that, I need to release some soul power to act as a guard and protect it. Once the soul is split, my strength will drop significantly... It is still very dangerous on this land, after all, there are still six months left."

"Another thing is... after preserving the core essence of the soul, we should find a way to leave us a usable trump card for the next world."

As Long spoke, wisps of black mist emanated from his body, solidifying into several spiritual entities.

It was none other than the Chimera Ant King Meruem, Netero Neferpitou Neferpitou.

"I will endow you with the characteristics of soul life... but after my power disappears, your time in this world will not be long. You will only survive by relying on the soul energy I release, but this energy has nothing to do with me. It's like a plant without roots. After I leave, you'd better find a life to possess or parasitize, otherwise... you will disappear sooner or later."

He gazed at the three spirit bodies and said calmly.

The three ghostly bodies were filled with immense soul power, making them appear almost solid.

At first, his eyes were very empty, but as he spoke, they gradually shone with the light of 'wisdom'.

After he finished speaking, the three spirits knelt down in front of Long.

Then, Oboro began to take action.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to Separation his own soul.

This process is incredibly painful... It's unbearable for ordinary people; it's like holding a razor blade and scraping flesh off your body bit by bit.

If it were simply a matter of absorption and growth, becoming one with the body, then... shedding one's own soul would be an enormous undertaking; let alone six months, even several years wouldn't be enough. Fortunately, Thresh, Senna, and Ekko's abilities were acquired through backdoors, using a medium, rather than being innate.

His original Nen, 'The Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer', sliced off his own soul 'slicing away One Slash After Another, ' causing Oboro's flesh, altered by the ability, to rapidly weaken and his aura to wither.

His connection with the three spirits, the communication between their consciousnesses, was slowly disappearing... However, the three spirits were still protecting him and had not left.

These three souls can be seen as a gift left to the world by Oboro before he sacrificed himself and left the Dark Continent. They are a kind of 'life form' that he personally nurtured.

Half a month later, Oboro's personal life energy dropped to an unprecedented low.

It's not even as good as his level before he went to the Dark Continent.

In just over ten days, he lost a lot of weight, becoming skin and bones, and his face was completely pale.

Sizzle sizzle.

But strange noises came from the air in front of him, as if lightning was flashing.

One after another, long-unseen, colorful data blocks popped out of the air.

As time passed, a circular black shadow in the center of the data block gradually revealed its appearance, as if drawn by an invisible paintbrush.

Power button!

Face Button!

"Powering on..."

Hearing the voices that had been absent for so long, Long smiled.

Successfully reduced the burden!

We can now begin the second step.

Using existing capabilities to pave the way for the next world.

The problem is that he no longer has a clear understanding of soul energy, and he can no longer control it at will.

Fortunately, it was a method we once possessed, and even though it has been Separation away now, it still retains some experience and a tiny bit of perception.

I can only rely on my intuition.

Find a way to integrate the Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer into your own soul.

You can take it with you...

Compared to when he traveled from Earth to this world, his soul has gained something more.

It's also a gift for him, since he's Hunter x Hunter.

"In my current state, I can't create or set up a game comparable to League of Legends... In order to successfully travel through time, the simpler the better. If it's too complicated, the spacetime barrier won't 'allow' me."

"Since I am Conjuration ability user... then..."

"Hehe."

Long stared at the Face Button, narrowing his eyes.

The last day of the year.

Long has completely finished his work.

Ready.

Long opened the system.

All the ratings on the panel have turned gray.

It remained before his soul was relieved of its burden.

"I hope that one day in the future, I will come back... to continue this unfinished journey." Oboro sighed softly.

He couldn't guarantee whether he would be able to travel through time successfully.

I have done my best, but it is also very possible that my soul will be completely lost in the turbulent flow of time and space and perish in some fragmented world.

"The Supreme Will encompasses many levels... Looking back on my journey through time, it seems I've been pursuing personal will, prioritizing and dominating the self... But, in its words, this is merely one manifestation of the Supreme Will..."

Long smiled slightly.

The "it" mentioned in the words is naturally the Tree God.

"If you were to rate me, what score would you give me?"

"Long said to the system."

A number appeared on the panel.

60 points.

"Just barely passed..."

Long shook his head.

"Then what will do I need to grow, to fulfill... to represent my will, to represent the belief that originates from the earth?"

Two more words appeared on the panel.

Passing on the legacy!

The will to pass on.

Hazy was stunned.

Indeed, looking at everything he did in the Hunter x Hunter World, although he changed some of the power dynamics in the human world, including the situation of the Hunter Association and the underworld, his actual influence on the human world was quite limited... His personal will always rested on his own shoulders.

Moreover, he only wanted to become stronger through his own abilities... In that case, this will does not need to be passed on or shared, and there is no need to pass it on at all. He simply proved himself, nothing more.

He just wanted to prove himself.

In comparison, Netero's will to carry on the legacy has a more profound impact.

To put it bluntly, the human world may not know which generation it has reached now, but future generations may remember Netero, but they may not remember him... especially the Hunter x Hunter.

Even though everything Oboro did and what he achieved was beyond Netero's reach... in some ways, the old man's thoughts and will will be passed down better in the long river of history.

As for Oboro, one day she will be forgotten.

Just like Netero once said of him, he was a lone wolf. Since he was a lone wolf, he was definitely self-centered.

"Inheritance... is a collective matter, and the will to inherit is indeed very important compared to individual will."

Long understood.

Inheritance refers to the passing down of a torch and the beliefs upheld by it.

Oboro did indeed take on 'disciples', including his teammates Kurapika, Menchi, and even Gon.

However, he only taught these people to have power, but not to have any thoughts.

Because it's unnecessary... Oboro doesn't need them to fulfill any will or responsibility, nor does he want to change them.

What he wants to accomplish and achieve, he can do on his own... that's enough.

Why rely on others when you can do it yourself?

In some ways, his heart is empty.

"Inheritance... requires shouldering responsibility, and one's perspective on the world must also shift from the individual level... Heh... It's quite interesting, not to mention giving it a try. Although I've always considered myself strong, from the perspective of the Tree God's life dimension, there are indeed shortcomings... The power system of this world of Hunter x Hunter can never revolve around the 'heart,' even after coming to the Dark Continent. If my 'heart' is stronger, perhaps my growth rate will be faster... Its words were referring to me; if I don't truly understand what the Supreme Will represents, I'm afraid that even if I continue to grow, I won't be able to evolve to the realm of 'god'..."

Long muttered to himself, picked up two things from beside his feet, and held them in his hands.

One was an empty cigarette box, and the other was a diary.

"It's inevitable to feel this way when it's my first time traveling through time. I'm so nervous and under a lot of pressure."

"Actually... there is something more wonderful than power, which has always been by my side, but unfortunately... I have never felt it."

Fills Lily's feelings for him... that woman, who would give everything for him.

Menchi and the others had genuine respect and admiration for him as their team leader.

Biscuit, who enjoys bickering with him regularly, also shares an absurd friendship with him.

And then there's Netero, that old man...

The deaths of Rita and Fante...

Everyone understands him, so they don't care about his indifference and ruthlessness. They might even silently reach out and push him forward on his own path.

His understanding of strength is power.

For some, his power... is the radiance that inadvertently emanates from his body.

It might be warm... or it might be cold...

"Humans... are truly creatures that are both simple and complex."

Long smiled wryly.

He looked up at the sky, but he couldn't tell if his gaze was directed in the direction of the Lake Island.

Maybe... when he comes back, he'll do even better than this time.

I'm sorry.

He murmured something in a daze.

After he finished speaking, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

His breath gradually Exhaust and eventually disappeared.

His physical body... died at that moment.

He was still clutching a cigarette case and a notebook in his hands...

The scars remaining on his face and body have never healed.

Beside him, three spirits exchanged a glance, and after confirming Long's death, they instinctively turned and left.

They no longer need to be protected.

Oboro... has already left.

Only an empty shell remained.

In the silent mountains, some ordinary birds with black wings, small life forms, like birds, came looking for the 'scent of death' and landed on Oboro's body one after another. Their sharp beaks began to tear at the human flesh and blood, and they frantically ate.

Absorb and digest that tiny bit of residual energy in the body...