Half a month later, Oboro set out to meet with the other Ten Dons.
He was heading to Aizen Continent.
It had to be said, having money and status really made a difference. Before, he had always taken airships with other passengers. But now... the entire airship was his alone, exclusively private.
Not only that, the inside of the airship was heavily guarded at every level... Mafia bodyguards were stationed both inside and out.
Though he did not need protection... the spectacle was simply too grand.
"Almost a year..."
Sitting on a spacious, plush sofa that could even serve as a bed, Oboro crossed one leg over the other and gazed through the enormous floor-to-ceiling window before him. The vast landscape below was clearly visible as he muttered to himself.
He had gained quite a lot over the past year, even setting aside the resources of the Ten Dons and the Mafia.
Before this, all of his battles against Nen users had been one-on-one. But his experiences in the Mafia had broadened his adaptability and versatility in combat... He had also witnessed a richer variety of Nen abilities. The intense fighting had noticeably stimulated and improved both his aura reserves and physical body.
His use of his own Nen abilities had also become more refined.
Then there was the fact that... he had truly begun to integrate into and understand the atmosphere of this world.
It had become real to him... He was no longer merely a transmigrator.
Now, he was also a member of the Hunter World!
His success made it clear just how high the ceiling for Nen users truly was.
For ordinary people, even the boss of a typical Mafia organization was an unreachable figure, let alone one of the Ten Dons. Oboro believed there had to