The Gourmet Exam Begins, Menchi Looks Down on Everyone!

A dripping-wet fog blanketed this boundless, desolate marshland all year round. From the depths of the bogs, gray bubbles carrying a foul stench constantly rose. Everywhere, the grotesquely twisted trees cast vicious black shadows.

After enduring the first exam—the long, exhausting, despair-inducing run—hundreds of examinees were now soaked to the skin, their faces covered in weary, sticky sweat.

Their boots were caked in extremely thick yellow mud that reeked of rot. Every step drained a tremendous amount of strength from their bodies. Huff... huff...

Heavy, ragged breathing echoed endlessly through the silent woods, like broken bellows. Kurapika and Leorio were in the middle of the group.

Kurapika kept gasping for breath. His hands weakly supported his aching knees. For some reason, deep within his heart, he always felt an exceptionally strange emptiness, as though...

Someone immensely important in his life had completely vanished. Yet no matter how desperately and painfully he tried to think, he could not remember.

There was not the slightest trace of that person in his mind. It was completely blank. "Leorio, do you feel like something is missing?" Kurapika asked quietly, wiping away the sweat sliding down his forehead.

Leorio hugged his briefcase, so exhausted that his eyes kept rolling back. "Does missing a meal count? I'm about to collapse. How could I have the energy to worry about anything else?" he panted irritably.

After the Supreme True God used the most brutal means to reset causality and memories...

They had completely forgotten every memory of that cheerful boy. Gon Freecss's traces had been forcibly erased from the concept itself by divine power. All that remained...

Were the two of them, continuing their mundane struggle through the mud. ... Creak... The massive, rusty iron gate slowly opened to both sides amid dull metallic grinding, revealing...

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