His Name

Dark Continent.

The area that Long drove through, on an oasis beyond the desert.

A human figure strolled through the dense forest, his eerie eyes concealing a fierce intent, his fingertips constantly shifting the playing cards.

Bright red blood flowed down the wound, but he paid no heed.

A hundred meters ahead of this person, a tree was covered with lush green leaves, swaying and fluttering in the wind.

But the next moment, as if awakened by the smell of blood, all the leaves suddenly detached from the branches and flew towards the injured human.

These are all unique small life forms on the oasis, called the Ghost Bug.

Not only can they transform into vegetation and blend into their environment, but their presence can only be detected by those with extremely subtle perception of life energy. Their bodies are covered with a scaly substance that can even block and shield against spiritual energy.

The ecosystems and food chains of oases are far more terrifying than those of deserts...

Getting injured and bleeding here is tantamount to cutting off one's own life. If it is not treated quickly, it will attract a lot of strange things.

But the man strolling through the woods didn't care.

He stared at the swarm of flying insects, a wicked smile curving his lips.

Immediately, his murderous intent was revealed. He took the initiative to fly up and shoot into the swarm of insects. He waved his hands wildly, throwing and tossing sharp playing cards everywhere, or turning them into blades to cut and kill all the unknown creatures.

Half an hour later, the figure that had been using Nen power to move between the tree trunks finally landed.

Fragments of insect remains, like snowflakes, fell from the sky.

The man's previously sharp gaze suddenly softened...

His body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Life energy is rapidly disappearing...

Prior to this, he had already suffered a fatal wound; the seemingly minor injuries on the surface were only part of the injury.

Having made it this far, to fight another fierce battle is already the limit.

Hisoka.

At this time, Menchi and her companions had just returned to the human world... Hisoka found Menchi, managed to get her to talk, and learned some things about Oboro. Although Menchi didn't say much, it was enough for Hisoka ... She had smuggled herself into the Dark Continent.

In order to fulfill the promise made to Oboro.

Menchi originally wanted to stop him because Long had said that no one was allowed to enter the Dark Continent again.

However, Menchi knew about the relationship between Oboro and Hisoka, and given their agreement, Menchi turned a blind eye.

Moreover, Menchi believed that Hisoka would not be able to return alive.

Someone like Hisoka could never possibly understand anything about the Dark Continent ...

"When you get there, you'll understand... you'll never find the captain." These were the last words Hisoka said to Menchi before he left. Menchi was actually quite polite; she probably thought Hisoka wouldn't even be able to land and would die in the nearshore area, killed by those large aquatic creatures.

Having experienced the Dark Continent, Menchi and his two companions have gained new insights and understanding of 'energy'.

So... Menchi could also see that Hisoka was different from others.

I heard... he apparently killed the eldest son of the Zoldyck Family, the one named Illumi.

With the sublimation of personal will, the Nen power, that is, life energy, has made a breakthrough... but that's all.

"Hehe... you tricked me..."

"You... really know me well..."

Hisoka lay on the ground, a large amount of blood flowing from beneath him, staining the soil.

Hisoka gazed at the sky that occasionally peeked through the gaps in the trees, muttering to himself.

For Menchi, she didn't care about Hisoka's life or death at all, so she 'kindly' showed Hisoka the map, first the desert, then the oasis... Menchi and the others escaped the desert, and under Oboro's guidance and protection, they didn't waste much time. But Hisoka himself didn't know how many years had passed since he set foot on this land... He barely made it to the oasis, and he was only alive now thanks to some special 'food' supplies. Faced with deadly danger, he mostly chose to escape rather than fight.

Finding an oasis is already a stroke of luck...

According to Menchi, regarding Oboro's speed of travel, Oboro is probably already an unimaginable distance away from him. Even if he manages to stay alive by relying on some 'hope', he can forget about finding the latter.

The gap is too big.

Hisoka believed that he had reached the pinnacle of power in the human world, but... now, he realized his own insignificance.

Even with all that effort, let alone Oboro, he probably can't compare to Netero and Beyond.

Ryou was right. From a certain moment on, the gap between the two would only widen over time, until... he completely lost his goal on the path of cultivation.

Hisoka forcibly raised his hand, took something out of his pocket, slowly opened it, and put it in his mouth.

It's a piece of chewing gum.

He chewed slowly...

In less than half a minute, the frequency of his oral movements gradually slowed down and weakened, and finally stopped.

His eyes also lost their sparkle.

And just like that... his life ended forever in that one second.

Moments later, attracted by the scent of his blood, some small life forms and all sorts of strange creatures appeared nearby.

They surged toward his body.

One day, in another corner of the mainland.

A short man with black hair is helping a group of demi-humans, who resemble Magical Beasts, prepare some kind of food.

He raised a round stone cone with both hands and pressed it down again and again on the creatures piled up in the pit in front of him.

Among them were flowers, grasses, vines, and trees, as well as the corpses of many creatures... Under the crushing force of the stone tools, the remains of these creatures would be smashed, and liquid-like blood would flow out of their bodies, mixing with the broken vegetation.

This deep pit is like a giant cauldron.

The man stood to one side, working alongside the subhumans, clearly having integrated into the tribe.

He turned his head and saw a demi-human child who had opened his mouth and was sticking out a needle-like spike, happily sucking up the liquid in the pit little by little.

Life energy.

The man put down his tools and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

If Oboro were here, he would find that this person's appearance is very similar to that of Ging Freecss and Gon.

That's right, he is the person Oboro has been searching for all along, Don Freecss.

However... the Dark Continent is too vast; even if Long had reached the level of a Sovereign, it would still be like finding a needle in a haystack.

It took him a very long time to figure out just the area controlled by the Tree God...

In reality, Don Freecss was also in this area, but he entered the 'gate' and stepped into the territory of a certain ruler... The two may have been very close at some point, but they 'brushed past each other'.

It can only be said that we were not meant to be.

A demi-human walked over and spoke to Don Freecss in a foreign language.

Don Freecss, however, seemed to understand, and smiled as he opened his mouth to communicate with him.

The life structure and system of this continent, including the simple civilization formed by the evolution of various races, gave Don Freecss a sense of novelty every time he encountered it. So... even though he had been away from the human world for a long time, he was still full of interest and did not feel tired.

He wanted to understand this rich and wonderful world.

Of course, he also understood the cruelty and rules of the Dark Continent.

However, compared to the 'real' side, he believes that... the 'glory of life' created by various factors is more attractive.

After entering the gate, you are in the 'city'.

The ecosystem here is clearly different from the outside world. The most obvious manifestation of this is the greater number of intelligent life forms... whether they are subhumans or 'Magical Beasts'.

After talking for a while, the demi-human suddenly turned and left, but after a while, he came back with a stone slab in his hand.

He pointed to the portrait on the stone slab, then pointed to him.

Don Freecss glanced at it and was immediately startled.

Although the carvings on the stone slab are rather rough, the information they convey is quite clear.

Between heaven and earth, a tiny figure stood atop the body of an enormous 'snake'. Thousands of thunderbolts fell from the sky, and 'raindrop'-like objects floated in the air. Only the demi-humans could explain that these were 'souls'.

Two terrifying creatures fought, and the little man was the one who ultimately emerged victorious.

Humans...

Humans from the Lake Island.

The subhuman was asking Don Freecss if he recognized the figure in the stone painting.

Don Freecss was shaken. Someone had set foot on the Dark Continent before him, or rather... could it be that a pure-blooded human race lived here? Did human ancestors have their own territory on the Dark Continent?

According to the subhumans, this happened a hundred years ago: a human killed a ruler of a continent, and the story spread among 'them' like a legend...

"Humans a hundred years ago?"

Don Freecss couldn't believe it.

On the Dark Continent, anything is possible.

Just when Don Freecss thought that this was the ancestor of mankind and had not participated in 'evolution', the demi-human mumbled a few more words and gestured with his body.

This left Don Freecss stunned.

The latter refers to the little man, who came by boat from the lake...

It is extremely terrifying; it is the master of the soul and life.

Then he pointed to another small carving on the stone slab, depicting a scene of humans meeting with deities.

Powerful creatures, including the Demon King, were kneeling around them.

"..."

Don Freecss.

At the end, the demi-human paused for a moment, then tried to pronounce a name in human form.

One monosyllable.

"Hazy."