Just Having Some Fun

They were here!

Six streams of Nen power erupted from the darkness almost simultaneously.

Oboro locked onto the weakest aura ahead of him—the man standing beside Fills!

In truth, his instincts told him that the woman on the sofa was the weakest target, but there was someone else beside her. It would not be easy to make a move against that couple sitting together! Facing five opponents alone, he had to end this quickly.

Nor could he target the strongest one first. There was too much room for error.

The first thing he had to do... was reduce their numbers! They had definitely made preparations before his arrival.

"Hmm?"

Oboro's heart stirred.

He detected only two auras closing in on him...

The couple on the sofa had not moved immediately.

His eyes could not adapt to the sudden darkness after the lights went out... but it did not matter, because his senses were still receiving "signals."

"Trying to run?!"

With a Ta Bu, Oboro lunged like a tiger unleashed from its cage, charging at the Mafia boss and his male secretary.

Setting aside the weakest Nen user, capturing Fills first was not a bad option either!

The instant the hall went dark, the auras and positions of those two had sunk downward.

Oboro could not see them... but that did not stop him from attacking.

Sinking meant they were moving underground...

At that moment, the secretary had already placed a hand on his boss's shoulder and activated his Nen ability. The floor beneath them rippled like water, and the pair had sunk waist-deep into the ground, about to escape the area.

Protecting the boss's safety was the foremost rule for subordinates like them.

They could leave the coming battlefield to their companions!

Then they could cut loose and slaughter the target.

Complete the mission.

However, before he could vanish underground, the secretary felt a gust of wind sweep toward him. Immediately afterward, a blurry phantom rushed close.

"So fast!"

Goosebumps rose across the man's skin.

The sudden loss of light should have left the target unable to adapt. How had he remained unaffected while also detecting his intentions and position?

He had even changed positions ahead of time while carrying the boss.

"Stop him!"

The secretary shouted and raised an arm to counter the incoming hand.

The next second, he let out a muffled groan.

Oboro's powerful, sharp fingers were no different from blades. In a single exchange, the secretary's arm was torn off and fell to the floor in a spray of blood.

But by the time Oboro steadied himself, the living room floor had returned to normal. Only a pool of blood remained; both the man and Fills had vanished.

By then, Oboro's eyes had adapted to the darkness.

"An ability similar to passing through walls or inanimate objects?"

His thoughts racing, Oboro immediately turned and blocked an incoming fist. He retreated a few steps, and during the gap in his defense, a barbed blade flashed past his lower body alongside a ghostly shadow, carving a several-centimeter-long wound into his leg.

"His reactions are incredible... The damage we dealt him was less than expected."

The man who had succeeded in the sneak attack pulled back and spoke to the middle-aged man.

"The boss has already left..."

The middle-aged man replied.

"Bort! Nasha! Aren't you two going to make a move?"

"I heard you... why are you yelling? Let me first see what this kid is made of..."

Oboro looked at the middle-aged man before him, who seemed to be facing a great enemy, then glanced at the person holding a short blade who had wounded him. A playful smile appeared on his face.

The two worked together perfectly.

All of Oboro's past battles had been one-on-one fights. This was his first time fighting multiple opponents... and these enemies were all fairly capable.

Oboro tensed the muscles in his leg, trying to stop the bleeding, only to find it useless...

"Another ability?"

Across from him, the middle-aged man and the knife wielder moved left and right, their figures crossing rapidly as they shifted back and forth toward him.

Elsewhere, on the first floor of the castle.

The man who had lost an arm had blood soaking through his clothes, his face pale.

He had followed his boss, Fills, to the entrance hall by the front doors.

Subordinates stood guard all around them.

Kuga, the bespectacled man who had been waiting there, came forward and personally draped a trench coat over his boss.

Fills Garu remained remarkably calm, still holding a lit cigar between his fingers. He glanced at the badly injured man and praised him. "You did well!"

Then... that was it.

Someone opened the front doors for him, and Fills Garu strolled out as if taking a leisurely walk.

Once the boss had left, Kuga looked over the room and ordered, "Guard this place. Until this is over, not even a fly is allowed to leave!"

"Yes!"

A group of Mafia members shouted in unison.

"Treat his wounds."

Someone carried a medical kit and several instruments toward the man, who was panting heavily and slumped in a chair from excessive blood loss.

The secretary stared at the stairs leading to the second floor... lingering fear in his eyes.

Just now... he had nearly... died.

Back in the hall that had become a battlefield.

Oboro fought two against one. The middle-aged man repeatedly attacked him with fists and kicks, while concealed flashes of sharpness continuously slashed at him from every angle.

"The knife wielder is agile and fast, but physically weak... a classic assassin! This middle-aged man has decent close-combat skills... but he isn't an Enhancement type." Oboro's mind continuously analyzed the data.

"This bastard!"

As the captain of the Fills Family security team, Sam's mood grew heavier with every exchange.

In just a few minutes, his face was already drenched in sweat.

He could see that his attacks were completely incapable of putting pressure on Oboro.

Every move he made was easily defused... and many of Oboro's counterattacks could have dealt him fatal injuries.

Only his companion's restraint and carefully timed sneak attacks forced Oboro to change his moves... otherwise, he would probably have already fallen.

Moreover, the target was also dividing his attention to stay wary of Bort and Nasha outside the fight.

"Damn it!"

Sam cursed inwardly.

According to the plan, all four of them were supposed to surround and attack Oboro together. But now... Bort and Nasha were simply sitting there and watching the show.

"Not making a move?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Oboro glanced at the two on the sofa and saw through their scheme.

His movements immediately became fiercer. His fist collided with the middle-aged man's, making the latter grimace in pain and stagger back... Oboro pressed forward, thrusting a finger toward the man's eye socket.

Just as expected... the familiar blade light slashed at him from behind again.

But this time, Oboro instantly twisted at the waist with his powerful physical ability and extended two fingers, catching the descending blade at precisely the right moment.

The attack on the middle-aged man had been a feint. The one he truly wanted to kill was this man before him.

The knife wielder's ability was a little troublesome...

Oboro had noticed that not only was the wound on his leg impossible to stop bleeding, but after such a short while, it was even expanding...

The knife wielder looked shocked. He had not expected Oboro to catch the strike head-on. Before this, Oboro had always evaded it...

He tried to pull the blade free, only to discover that the other man's two fingers were like iron pincers, terrifyingly strong.

In his astonishment, Oboro's palm had already struck his chest.

In an instant, the knife-wielding Nen user was sent flying as though struck by the front of a car, blood spraying from his mouth as his feet left the ground.

His body slammed into a metal armored door panel before sliding down.

He tried to force himself back into the fight, but he could not stand at all...

"His Nen defense is quite solid..."

Oboro smiled faintly.

Though he had not killed the man, the man had lost his ability to fight.

Behind him, Sam darted into Oboro's blind spot while his companion was being knocked down.

"Here's my chance!"

Seeing that Oboro had yet to turn around, his eyes lit up.

A knuckle protruded from his fist as he drove it hard toward the back of Oboro's head.

Bang! Before the attack could touch Oboro's body, sudden agony in his abdomen made him dizzy.

With his back still turned, Oboro seemed to have eyes on the back of his head as he launched an elbow strike.

"Urgh!"

The middle-aged man's eyes bulged as stomach acid and saliva spewed from his mouth together.

Sam's body lost control. Oboro abruptly turned, then whipped out a kick that struck him in the stomach... and immediately prepared to finish him off.

However, a metal object resembling a block of lead suddenly appeared around Oboro's raised thigh. It was incredibly heavy and tightened around his leg like a handcuff.

His movements slowed as a result.

"A Conjuration type..."

Oboro said calmly.

In that instant, the middle-aged man had touched his thigh with his hand.

"He didn't activate it immediately because he planned to save it as a trump card and catch me off guard..."

The lead block was heavy, but he could still bear it... though it did indeed restrict him somewhat.

This thing... was probably indestructible.

The middle-aged man rolled away, smashing quite a few decorations in the hall.

"Bort! I don't care what scheme you're plotting... If you don't make a move now, we'll all die here!" Sam roared. He could tell something was wrong with that shameless pair, Bort and Nasha.

Only a few minutes had passed, yet the two of them were already at their limits.

"Peh!"

Bort rose from the sofa, no longer wearing his earlier frivolous grin. He spat lightly toward the middle-aged man. "Trash! I was planning to find a chance to use this kid to get you killed... but whatever. You're not surviving anyway."

He had intended to stab them in the back... but he had kept hesitating.

Because Oboro was too strong... so strong that even Bort could not tell whether he could kill Oboro alone if their side lost another member.

He understood better than Sam just how formidable the level Oboro had displayed was.

Because... he was an Enhancement type.

A Conjuration type... with combat strength similar to an Enhancement type!

That... was somewhat unbelievable.

Most Conjuration abilities were functional in nature. While some were suited for close-range fighting, they ultimately lacked the simple, direct effects of Enhancement.

Though Bort was usually careless and thickheaded, that did not mean he was stupid.

This Oboro was a rare expert!

He clenched his fists, and his expression turned serious.

"This man is the strongest of the four..." Oboro narrowed his eyes as he stared at Bort.

He saw that the badly injured knife wielder, after taking several breaths, had also slowly risen while supporting himself against the door... Though he was no longer much of a threat, he could not be completely ignored.

"When fighting multiple people, the amount of information and data the brain has to process in a short time increases. The rhythm and intensity are impossible to control; they aren't singular in nature... Relying solely on Nen techniques and physical combat makes it hard to clear the field quickly... These people rely more on coordination and the environment to maximize their abilities. If I were an Enhancement type, this would be much easier..." Oboro thought.

He sighed. "As expected... there's no end to growth!"

He raised one hand and activated his ability.

Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer!

A Face Button materialized in the air.

"Powering on!"

"Logging into the game. Beginning loading!"

"Player, please prepare yourself. Game start!"

The Face Button let out a strange cry.

The process was far smoother than it had been a year ago. It no longer stuttered and lagged.

These four were not rookies. They all possessed a certain level of strength...

Judging solely from the middle-aged man and the knife wielder, their cooperation and coordination were certainly excellent, and they were quite experienced.

Without relying on his ability, it would be difficult for him to end the battle instantly... and it would waste time.

Oboro had not activated his ability from the start because this was his first experience in a group battle... He wanted to familiarize himself with it while taking some time to gather combat information and learn their abilities.

This was also a good opportunity to sharpen his mind.

Now... it was about enough.

If he had to evaluate them... he could only say that these people had not brought him any "surprises."

"One minute... should be enough."

Oboro's gaze swept across them as he spoke softly before their eyes.