Reborn Through Fire

"You brought this situation on yourself!"

"The most dangerous thing about rituals is the rules. Once you get involved, you have to abide by them... What's more, the ritual was initiated by the Botswa Tribe, so the rules will inevitably favor them. With your team's current configuration, rushing into the mission will only increase the difficulty!"

The next day, Biscuit's playful yet serious voice came from the ward.

She put one hand on her hip, pointed at Long with the other, and scolded her.

What seemed like an accusation was actually filled with concern in every word.

Meanwhile, Wing, as a friend, also rushed over to inquire about Long's condition.

"Master."

Wing leaned against the wall, pushed up his glasses, and let out a soft sigh.

The mission is over... Oboro is in a bad state right now, so there's no point in saying anything more.

With this thought in mind, Wing glanced at Long, who was lying on the hospital bed with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

According to the gangsters, Oboro has been like this ever since she woke up, for many days now...

Long remained in a coma for more than three months... and was kept alive by intravenous nutrition.

Members of the Association also come to take care of them from time to time.

It's already incredibly fortunate that they survived such a perilous situation.

"Given the situation at the time, if the ceremony had been allowed to continue, it would have taken at least two months to calm down. Avoiding direct conflict and waiting passively was impossible; the other side would definitely have slipped away as soon as the ceremony was about to end. The chieftain of the Botswa Tribe would have left the camp. Although East Gorteau's territory isn't large, finding someone there is like finding a needle in a haystack. All things considered, completing the mission would have taken at least half a year... I understand Long's choice," Wing said.

Bang! Before he could finish speaking, Biscuit One-Punch Man him in the head without hesitation.

Wing scratched his head with a wry smile.

"Compared to time... life always comes first!" Biscuit stared at him. "I taught you that!"

"The guild master clearly wants to train Oboro, and Oboro knows this too... If we follow your suggestion and wait until the ceremony is over to wrap things up, it might go against the guild master's wishes! Besides, Oboro has always been challenging strong opponents to break through his own limits..." Wing wanted to say something more.

Before he could finish speaking, Biscuit interrupted him.

Biscuit actually understood... that Oboro craved power too much.

If you don't face the danger head-on, you won't get the 'power' the old man talked about. That's the key to the trial... It was precisely because Oboro understood this that he took on the challenge.

"There are many ways to pursue and gain power... There's no need to fixate on just one path. To be honest, I disagreed with the mission Chairman Netero assigned to Oboro this time... Not only me, but also some other veteran Hunter x Hunter who knew about it. It's a bit too fast, forcing growth... The old man certainly has his own ideas, but there's no need to blindly follow them. If it doesn't work this time, there will be another time..."

Biscuit crossed her arms again, grumbling with obvious dissatisfaction.

Wing and Biscuit were arguing, while Oboro on the bed remained completely unresponsive.

"Power and risk are directly proportional. If the chairman wants Oboro to improve, no matter how many times he tries, the difficulty will not decrease, and may even become more challenging. Therefore, I disagree with your point of view, Master."

"Ahh! Shut up!"

Biscuit looked annoyed.

"Um... could he rest for a bit?"

Fills Lily, sitting in a wheelchair beside her, smiled gently.

"It's just a temporary loss of power, it's nothing to you... Besides, you can recover with proper training! If you can't even handle this kind of setback... I can only say I overestimated you!" Biscuit realized that Oboro's mental state was not good, gave Wing a wink, and the two turned to leave.

Before leaving, the blonde girl took a deep breath and turned back to say, "When you unleash your Nen power again, you'll find that... it has transformed and become stronger. As I mentioned before, psychic power needs to be supported by mental strength, which requires experience and understanding... You must be prepared for this."

"I don't fully understand your Nen, nor do I know how far you've developed them, but based on your performance at the Heavens Arena, while the abilities you manifest are complex, almost like a game... their strength is too weak! No matter what kind of world you've constructed, your 'power world' is a shoddy construction project; even if it seems vast, it will fall apart with the slightest breeze..."

"The foundation of ability, in the end, is still Nen... Although I don't agree with the old man's approach, I acknowledge his intention. Before you spend too much effort building up this shoddy project and exhausting your energy, tearing it down and starting over is undoubtedly the best way to cut your losses and turn things around. Your Nen will then be like steel and cement, the more solid raw materials for constructing your Nen... Now it depends on whether you have the courage to start over."

After speaking, Biscuit was the first to push open the door and walk out.

"Oboro...I believe you can do it."

Wing also chimed in with a word of encouragement.

"Thanks."

Just as the door was about to close, Wing heard Long's faint response.

Wing laughed...

The ward returned to calm.

Long turned her head to look at the open window; the sky outside was azure and the temperature was pleasant.

Previously, the Association had already informed him of the scene when he was found, including some inferences.

That is, what might have happened after he fainted.

What Oboro was certain of was that his 'Game World' had completely collapsed because he, as the 'server,' had malfunctioned.

He survived and even killed Ike ... According to the game's rules, his health was locked, perhaps by one or two drops. His subconscious drove the chaotic and collapsing Nen ... Many of the game characters he created could save lives in crucial moments, such as Zilean, Tryndamere, or Ekko; Heal and runes also had restorative effects.

However, due to previous limitations, he could only randomly choose one ability when using it.

Now that the limitations have been broken, the more recklessly the abilities are abused, the faster the game program will break down, until it disappears...

He wasn't discouraged... The reason he was habitually lost in thought was because he had been thinking about how to rebuild his abilities these past few days; he had indeed obtained the 'power' that Netero had mentioned.

As Biscuit said.

He truly established a connection and bond with his own thoughts...

Rather than simply exploiting.

From now on, no matter what happens, Oboro will choose to believe in it, to believe in his own thoughts.

In the years since he came to this world, he has relied on his advantages and perspective as a transmigrator, being 'omniscient and omnipotent'... but this mentality almost led him astray, and the old man Netero pulled him back.

Once his ability, 'The Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer,' is fully developed, it will be impossible to start over... At that time, it will become Biscuit said, a shoddy project that is all show and no substance.

It looks scary... but the intensity is actually quite low.

But it could easily make him, the 'creator,' immerse himself in the dazzling appearance.

Even if he realizes it, it will be too late to change his mind.

"The stability of the Game World depends on Nen. If I rebuild the other dimension, the high intensity of Nen can support more of my ideas and won't easily crash or need repair... The game's memory will be larger, and there will be a firewall to resist intrusion... Most importantly, I need NPCs, agents in the real world!" After this incident, Oboro's thoughts became clearer.

He realized that he had pushed open a door that could truly allow him to reach the top of this world!

Previously, his idea was good; his development and creation of Nen were perfect, thanks to the system, surpassing at least 90% of Nen user. However, he hadn't truly integrated into the Hunter World, and his practice and experience were far inferior to those of a top-tier powerhouse like Netero ... Merely surpassing 90% of Hunter x Hunter was far from enough.

He wanted to reach the pinnacle, to surpass everyone... to achieve a state that was unprecedented and unparalleled.

Rather than simply being above the majority...

"Lily."

"Oboro said."

"I am here."

The woman responded.

"Let the family recruit promising newcomers and train them to become Nen user. I will personally oversee and guide the development of their Nen," Oboro said calmly.

"Okay, I'll contact David right away."

Fills Lily nodded and pressed a button on her wheelchair.

David arrived quickly from outside.

What Oboro needs to do is help newcomers develop and define their game-specific skills.

He needs players...

We need a real-world Game World, not too big, but every player who enters it must sign an agreement beforehand.

An agreement that would pave the way for his future ascension to the top of the world.

Thinking of this, and feeling the gentle breeze blowing in from the window, a smile appeared on her face.

His gains this time were unimaginable, a veritable "huge fortune"! And it wasn't just about the quality of his reading...

Netero and Biscuit probably both believe that after experiencing death, Nen can help him grow and raise his potential.

However, neither of them understood Oboro's inner thoughts or the truth behind his Nen.

If you reveal all your secrets.

Their expressions will probably be priceless...

"The weather is nice today."

Long said something.

The words startled both Lily and David.

They could tell that the head of the household was in a good mood.

"Should I take you out for a walk?" David asked hurriedly.

"Good."

A moment later, in a private rest area outside the hospital.

Oboro sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by bodyguards...

David pushed him along the starry meadow.

A gang member dialed a number and held the phone to Oboro's ear.

"I hadn't heard from you for so long, I thought you were dead..." A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone; it was Hisoka.

"Aren't you going to kill me? This is a golden opportunity."

He said in a low voice.

"Right now, you really don't interest me at all. Besides... the stage I need belongs only to the two of us, and you know that very well." Hisoka joked, "Did you call me to ask what happened after you lost consciousness?"

"You've shown me something interesting..."

"No, I just want to confirm if you're dead." - Oboro

"I'm very saddened by what you're saying."

Is it Oboro?

Suddenly, another person's voice came through the phone asking a question.

He squinted slightly. That voice... he remembered it was Illumi.

These two are together! "Hey, hey, hey..."

Illumi shouted a few times into the phone.

"Oboro, I'm Illumi. Remember? Back when you were broke, I upgraded your spaceship cabin, and you were the one who introduced me to Hisoka..."

"..."

"I remember... you didn't need to describe it in such detail."

"Hisoka told me you became one of the Ten Dons... I knew I hadn't misjudged you. So, do you have any trouble to deal with right now? You must have quite a few enemies... I'm sure with your current wealth, you're not short of money..."

His face was expressionless.

This guy can't stop talking about work.

"Hello, hello, hello... are you listening?"

Illumi called out.

"Can you help me kill him?"

"You mean Hisoka? Sure... no problem, he's right here with me, very convenient. As for the price... let me think about it." Illumi considered it seriously.

After a moment, he actually asked Hisoka himself, "Hisoka, what do you think you're worth?"

"..." Hisoka.

Smack

Hisoka sensed something was wrong and immediately hung up the call.

To prevent the two from reaching this deal.