Hunter X Hunter: Tombbound Power

"He, and his family, I will let them know how happy it is to die."

Feitan's voice was deep, but to his ears, it was as piercing as frost.

"That's how it should be! The last time I was attacked by that silver-haired bastard, I haven't had a good time since!!"

Wearing an oddly shaped hat and a cloak like an Egyptian pharaoh, Phinks—who had no eyebrows and short brown hair—clenched his hands and looked impatient.

"Okay, then let's go. It's not too late to head to Heavens Arena after this matter is dealt with."

Chrollo nodded slightly, setting the final tone.

Then he seemed to remember something, looked at Shalnark, who was fiddling with the Hunter license, and asked,

"Is Machi just in Heavens Arena right now?"

"Well, she earns some extra money by reconnecting players who have lost their limbs, and she seems to have gained a certain reputation."

"That's it. Then let Machi pay attention to them first. If they become famous in Heavens Arena with their strength, they should rise quickly."

"Okay, then this time, do you want to inform Uvogin, Franklin, and the others?"

"No need. A few of us are enough." It was Feitan who spoke, squinting his eyes and rubbing his fingers in his clothes.

"I don't want my fun to be diminished by having more people around."

Feitan's fun referred to killing.

So, after deciding on the next action plan, the figures of the group disappeared into the night.

The execution ability of the Spiders is astonishingly high.

Tonight is destined to be an extraordinary night~~~

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Ronnel and Shizuku arrived in the city where Heavens Arena is located after taking the airship for nearly eight hours.

After getting off the airship, they casually hailed a taxi. After going around a few times, they finally arrived at their destination.

"What a tall building."

Although he had made some psychological preparations, Ronnel still felt a rush of emotions upon actually seeing it.

Once they were there, they didn't immediately sign up for the challenge floor. Instead, they found a remote hotel to stay in.

After Ronnel explained a few words, he went out alone.

Shizuku had nothing to do, with her simple character, it didn't matter where she lived.

With his head full of dreams, Ronnel circled Heavens Arena.

Even though it was already night, the faint cheers and shouts from inside the arena, along with the brightly lit and bustling shops outside, showcased the vibrancy of the night.

As he turned around, he noticed a cleaning staff wearing a green suit. With a few banknotes, he got access to the place where the bodies of those who died in Heavens Arena were stored—the morgue.

Looking at the words on the doorplate, Ronnel felt it was quite fitting.

There were two morgues, divided into left and right.

Both rooms exuded a gloomy atmosphere, but the corpse room on the left was standard and clearly better than the right.

In the corpse room on the left, all the bodies of the relatives were parked, so the standard treatment seemed to be better.

As for the corpses in the room on the right, they were obviously those of lonely ghosts, still rejected even in death.

Few normal people were willing to enter the gloomy morgue.

Except, of course, for a guy with a special Nen like Ronnel.

When he stepped into the morgue on the right and saw the bodies dressed in various martial arts costumes, a delighted smile appeared on his face.

"A corpse like this is only worth touching~"

Ronnel licked his lips subconsciously and approached one of the corpses.

"Super."

These two words were emblazoned on the clothes worn by the corpse, as if they belonged to a gym or a fighting school.

Ronnel activated his ability, and a cloud of white mist appeared in the center of his palm.

But this time, he didn't touch it immediately. Instead, he smiled slightly and said softly,

"I want to get the most valuable thing from this corpse, and I set a rule: the resentment of the corpse that needs to be dissipated will be expanded tenfold."

Restrictions and Oaths!

Making rules, setting an oath in his heart, and sticking to them—this was the way of power. The more difficult the rules, the more powerful the results.

Restrictions and oaths were double-edged swords, if one wasn't careful, they could easily bite back.

Just like the restrictions and oaths set by Ronnel—under normal circumstances, the grievance that needed to be dissipated would be increased tenfold to achieve the most valuable thing obtained from the corpse.

This restriction and oath were absolute, and Ronnel would be in grave danger facing the terrifying resentment that expanded and increased. It could even be said that he might be overwhelmed by the resentment and lose his life.

However, with the golden finger that could unconditionally remove all negative states of the corpse, this restriction and oath became an excellent means for Ronnel to quickly become stronger!

Nen, especially the restrictions and oaths, although they seemed contrary to one's will, obviously required objective facts.

For example, Phinks—his ability, "Ripper Cyclotron" condensed aura on the arm. The more the arm rotated, the greater the punching force.

Only when his arm actually turned a certain number of times, conforming to this objective reality, could he obtain the corresponding punching force.

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