Mad Desire X Death Forbidden

Day three.

"Bang!"

A loud crash.

The minotaur, unique to this Labyrinth, was hurled away by the immense force and crashed violently into the wall.

If there's anything special about this Labyrinth, it's probably its walls; the towering walls that make up the Labyrinth incredibly sturdy.

By integrating with underground plants, even if damage occurs, it can be repaired by the plants over a long period of time.

The being who knocked the gigantic minotaur away was a girl wearing glasses and carrying Vacuum Cleaner.

Shalnark.

"Wow, you're really strong!"

Looking at the minotaur embedded in the wall, Pairo couldn't help but sigh.

Upon hearing this, Shalnark, who was standing next to her, hoisted the Vacuum Cleaner onto her shoulder and made a bodybuilding gesture with her right hand.

I wasn't complimenting you!

Pairo shouted inwardly, then couldn't help but complain.

Shalnark isn't Enhancement Type.

Generally speaking, people with good physical fitness are more likely to be Enhancement Type.

At the very least, it should be Transmutation Type or Emission Type.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Materialization Type.

"Have you found the exit?"

Shalnark asked from the side.

They met and worked together yesterday, so obtaining the treasure couldn't be easier for them.

This Labyrinth might be dangerous to others, but since Kevin had already cleared it once, it was incredibly easy for the two of them.

The same applies to finding treasures; it just requires a little more effort.

However, that's where the problem lies.

While all the Nen user thought finding the treasure would be their priority, they discovered that finding the exit, just like the other candidates, was what they should be worrying about.

Finding treasure is merely something you can do casually while searching for an exit.

This has led to the current third day.

Even Pairo is still searching for a way out.

Upon hearing Shalnark's words, Pairo stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes.

A three-dimensional map began to form in his mind, unfolding the areas the two had explored.

He has a very good memory, so he remembers everything.

"It's really strange. We've explored a large area. Even if we haven't found the exit, we should at least find some clues in the path."

The problem is, I still haven't found the right path among these winding routes.

Pairo fell into deep thought.

If it were yesterday, he might have thought that he hadn't explored enough areas, but now the number of areas he's explored is definitely enough.

By exploring a sufficient area and unfolding the map, we can make certain predictions and plans for the unexplored areas.

It is at least possible to find some routes that could lead to an exit.

However, the truth is no.

Because the last of the three possible paths is the very place where they are now fighting, which leads to the lair of this minotaur.

"Could it be—"

Just as Shalnark was about to say something, she suddenly sensed a murderous aura and turned to look in one direction.

Pairo also suddenly looked in that direction.

"Wow, that's really perceptive!"

A sound that disgusted Pairo came, and he knew immediately who it was.

Hisoka?

Hisoka emerged from behind a stone wall at a corner.

A strange smile graced his face, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the two of them, his murderous intent emanating undisguisedly.

Are you picking on us?

Pairo's face darkened, his eyes fixed on Hisoka's murderous gaze.

"Provocation?"

Hisoka's smile grew even more sinister as he looked on in confusion.

He slightly raised his head to look at the sky, his body in an odd posture, as if he were in an opera house.

"I'm so lucky to have met you all at this time. So, thank you!"

He looked at the two of them and licked his lips.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't exude murderous intent, nor would he want to attack the two of them.

But things are not normal now.

He'd been holding it in for too long.

From the moment the exam began, seeing the abundance of talented individuals among the test takers, he had already begun to feel a strong desire to succeed.

However, this desire was never satisfied; instead, it had to be suppressed due to various problems.

The more you suppress your desires, the more terrifying they become Emission.

As a combat maniac who turned into Martial Faction driven by desire, Hisoka was never born to excessively suppress his desires.

He has reached his limit.

At this point, two suitable targets came into his view.

Even if fighting these two targets doesn't align with his combat philosophy, and even if the battles bring about some troubles that are difficult to eliminate afterward.

But at this point, he had completely become a puppet of bloodlust.

Pairo frowned.

He had known for a long time that Hisoka was mentally unstable, but he never expected it to have reached this level.

After all, they are still in a cooperative relationship.

In the case of Phantom Troupe.

Especially now that Hisoka is an inside man within the Phantom Troupe, losing this inside man would make it extremely difficult to wipe out the entire Phantom Troupe in one fell swoop.

However, he was also a madman.

It would be fine if they were rational, but now the other party has clearly begun to lose their rationality.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson."

"Call out--!"

Several cards, imbued with Nen Aura, flew over with a "beep beep beep!"

A peculiar suction sound came through as the Vacuum Cleaner started up.

Before any of the cards could reach their targets, they spun around in mid-air and were sucked into the Vacuum Cleaner.

Even the cards on Hisoka's body flew off, and not a single one was left, as they were sucked into the Vacuum Cleaner.

They didn't give Hisoka a chance to persuade them to stay.

"Shall we continue?"

"I suddenly asked, "Pairo asked.

Hisoka took a deep breath, and his previously hunched body slowly straightened up.

Desire began to subside, and a clever mind once again took over.

If it were just one person standing here today, regardless of which of the two is standing here, he would continue to fight.

However, there are two people now.

Judging from the battle that just took place here, the main character in charge of the fight should be the woman named Shalnark.

This woman is someone Hisoka would rate above average.

Moreover, his self-restraint is remarkable. Although playing cards are not Hisoka's primary fighting method, they are one of his main offensive methods.

He can do many things with playing cards.

It's quite troublesome to have a major offensive weapon rendered useless.

"Don't even think about it. Your pink, clay-like Nen ability can't take the card back."

Pairo spoke again, determined to completely dispel Hisoka's desire to fight the two here.

Was "condensation" used from the beginning?

"How wonderful it would be to be alone!" Hisoka cried out.

Although Pairo hadn't had much contact with Hisoka, he already understood Hisoka's thoughts.

First of all, everything he did was in preparation for killing Si.

As expected, his final reward, a one-on-one duel with the Chrollo, will likely be a fight against him.

I dislike one-to-many situations.

The so-called dislike is not because he thinks fighting one against many is meaningless, but because he clearly knows that he is no match for them.

If it's someone who's clearly weaker than him, even if it's one against many, Hisoka will gladly take action.

He might say he enjoys one-on-one combat and relishes the feeling of dancing on the edge of a knife, but deep down he already has a scale in his heart.

He enjoys battles against opponents of similar strength, those who are slightly weaker, or those who can make him feel threatened in some way.

Rather than a battle where you feel death.

He didn't enjoy fighting strong opponents at all; he only enjoyed the continuous back-and-forth battles and the killing within them.

Seemingly crazy, but actually quite rational, knowing exactly what they want.

But when you die, you lose everything.

Not to mention continuing to enjoy the thrill of battle.

Therefore, he's just a madman, not a strong person.

Hisoka didn't speak, but the desire in his eyes subsided.

"I'm getting more and more excited for our date!"

With that, Hisoka turned and went back the way he came.

His reason for leaving was simple.

We can't beat them.

He was no match for two opponents at once, and even if he survived, it would only be because they needed him to continue infiltrating the Phantom Troupe.

When the goal is no longer suitable, all desires can only fade away.

But the urge to accumulate likes had already distorted his expression.

His body was completely hunched over, his hands hanging down naturally, as he staggered through the Labyrinth.

The person was completely Domination.

But under these circumstances, he instinctively restrained his aura, because he was now in a highly aggressive hunting state.

But it's in the direction of another road.

Bodoro was jogging slowly.

As the oldest remaining candidate in this exam, he possesses a certain wolfish nature.

Even at his age, he was still a fighter; his martial arts skills were beyond question.

However, this Labyrinth was far too incompatible with him.

Neither the monsters nor the winding environment allowed him to fully utilize his abilities.

Fortunately, his years of experience have not been in vain.

Although he looked somewhat disheveled, he remained in relatively good condition.

When he saw another corner ahead.

His expression became somewhat irritable.

It's been three days already.

Although he had calculations and plans, he had no clue how to find a way out.

I jogged slowly until I reached the corner.

When I turned my head to look...

"You!"

Hisoka's figure had already charged towards him like a sharp sword.

His palm was shaped like a knife, his fingernails lined up side by side, slashing down fiercely like a blade.

Even though Bodoro maintained a certain level of vigilance and did his best to defend himself under such circumstances, his strength was so small.

His left arm, which was blocking the attack, was severed without hesitation, and blood splattered everywhere.

The arm, along with its sleeve, slid in an arc and crashed to the ground.

At this point, Bodoro couldn't care less about anything else and pushed off hard with his back leg, trying to create distance.

His left arm was empty, but he didn't feel much pain. The opponent's strength and speed were too fast, and under the influence of adrenaline, the pain hadn't yet surged up.

"Why?!"

He questioned Hisoka, although he had previously been unhappy about being placed in the weaker group, he essentially accepted the examiner's assignment.

This wasn't his first time taking the exam; the examiners have a high degree of autonomy over the content of the exam, so it's meaningless.

But precisely because of this, he and the other party didn't have much competition or conflict.

"Demonic Beast? Demonic Beast that has become an exam taker!"

He had already considered a possibility, and roared through gritted teeth.

However, it's meaningless.

Hisoka only wants to kill him now.

Without hesitation, he charged forward and continued his attack, his blood-stained fingernails spiking out as he aimed to pierce his opponent's chest.

The death threat posed by Hisoka loomed over Bodoro.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Am I going to collapse here?

However, this is not the case.

Hisoka, who was about to charge at Bodoro and kill him, suddenly stopped in mid-air.

It even rolled around on the spot, then got up and turned to run away without hesitation.

They vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Bodoro stood there stunned for a long while before he came to his senses, panting heavily.

"Uh... ah!"

He knelt on the ground, covering the wound on his left arm.

The joy of surviving, the exhilaration of the oppressive feeling fading, and the pain of being overwhelmed.

His mind was completely muddled at that moment.

Even so, he still wanted to ask.

Why did Hisoka suddenly run away again?

Calling the other party Demonic Beast is just self-deception; Hisoka's reputation is already well-known to the test takers.

In mid-air.

Concealing his presence, Little Wang slowly chased after them.

Hisoka was now fully awake, and the deathly gaze he had felt in the Labyrinth had just descended upon him once more.

That was a completely inhuman gaze.

Those were the gazes of a predator, utterly unmatched by any force.

It's like humans encountering a predatory natural enemy.

He instinctively fled once again.

Even his desires were shattered in that instant.

Humans have no greater desire than the desire to survive.

"So they really are targeting me?"

Hisoka, who had fled quite a distance before seemingly escaping sight, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

He looked up at the central High Tower.

It's too far away; you can't see anything.

Little Wang, hanging at a distance, still followed curiously.

Kevin didn't actually ask him to target Hisoka; it was just that Little Wang was personally very curious about Hisoka.

Because of the strange, twisted aura emanating from the other person, which had a hint of Resentment.

Although it didn't quite reach that level, there was no doubt that the aura emanating from this human carried his twisted will.

I'm very curious.

It's different from the others.

I want to see more.

On the other side.

Bodoro was already pale, leaning against the wall.

The stench of blood filled the air, and he could faintly hear that some creature was heading his way.

His condition is extremely poor right now.

"He survived, but his life is nearing its end."

Bodoro leaned against the wall, resting with his eyes closed.

Experiencing the final moments of death.

He has been diligently cultivating for decades, striving to reach a higher level in the path of martial arts.

I came here because I heard that if I passed the Hunter Exam, I might have the opportunity to reach even greater heights.

Although they failed a few times, none of them were due to force.

But this one and only time, he lost his life there.

Perhaps I've already become obsessed to the point of demonic possession.

He muttered to himself.

"Old man, what are you muttering to yourself about?"

The sudden words made him open his eyes abruptly and look over.

Kevin held his severed arm in one hand, looking at him with a strange expression.

"The examiner?"

Bodoro looked surprised.

He hadn't expected Kevin to be here, and judging from his appearance, it seemed he had come specifically for this purpose. Could it be that he had come to rescue him?

It's not that he doesn't believe it.

This wasn't his first time taking the Hunter Exam, so he was fairly familiar with it.

The mortality rate was extremely high.

The Hunter Association never provides any rescue services for test takers; if you die during the exam, you die.

Even if they fail, they won't provide assistance unless they find a way to survive.

"You're surprised? Wow, is its reputation really that bad?"

Kevin tossed the severed arm over with a sarcastic remark.

Just as Bodoro was about to make contact, the severed arm unexpectedly curved around and stuck to his wound.

A Syringe had somehow gotten stuck in his body, and medication was being administered.

"Forehead-"

Bodoro groaned; he felt the wound writhing and changing, causing him great pain.

"Come on, drink this too."

After injecting one dose with the Syringe, Kevin took out another vial and poured it into the other person's mouth.

After the other person finished drinking, he knocked them unconscious with a single blow without hesitation.

"Take a good rest. It's admirable that you still have such ideals at your age."

Kevin muttered to himself as he picked the other person up, jumped into the air, and disappeared.