Those ability users who had come from the human world to the edge of the Dark Continent—whether through lucky coincidence, filthy political deals, or schemes and calculations—were all among the best of humanity's Nen users.
At that very moment, the Nen users felt their souls trembling. Before they even realized what had happened, their bodies and Nen aura had already begun moving on their own, carrying them toward the ship's deck.
Six days earlier, every Nen user aboard this ship had witnessed the terrifying event known as the Heavenly Change. In that instant, their entire worldview had changed.
As the saying went, any Nen user capable of reaching this place was surely among the finest of human civilization. Their strength placed them at the top of the food chain in human society. Every one of them possessed their own pride. Even if they knew there were Nen users stronger than themselves, they would only know who would win after fighting.
There was a saying among Nen users: victory, defeat, life, and death were not determined by the amount of one's potential aura or manifested aura. Practical application, combat experience, performance under pressure, and more all decided the outcome.
But six days ago, everyone's worldview had collapsed and been remade, because they had witnessed something that would not have appeared even in their dreams... Manifested Nen aura, visible to the naked eye, had blotted out the sky and covered a quarter of the distant horizon. And that Nen had an owner—it was the aura dispersed from activated Nen effects and Nen attacks!
If they had to describe their shock, it was roughly like seeing a handsome young man suddenly appear during the peaceful twenty-first century, lift an island from the Pacific Ocean, and hurl it into space.
Their worldviews had been