Hunter x Hunter - Unlimited Abilities

Arin, after understanding how to create his first life-form, did not hesitate and left his room, leaving Life-Form 1 standing silently.

Arin looked back at it once before shutting the door.

"I need to understand its range of control."

Once outside, the air of the city hit his face, and he took in a slow breath.

He pulled his hands into his pockets and began to walk with purpose.

He kept his mind partially focused on the aura he left behind on Life-Form 1.

At the half-kilometer mark, he still felt the connection.

No problem.

At seven hundred meters, no degradation in control.

Finally, after exactly one kilometer.

He stopped and stood at a street corner, surrounded by old apartment buildings and dim streetlights flickering in the fading light of the day.

He closed his eyes.

"Still here. Still active. Still responsive," he whispered to himself.

He exhaled and opened his eyes, a glint of excitement forming in them.

"Due to the fact that a life sacrifice was used to create the Life-Form Aura 1, the range is pretty high."

He smiled slightly.

"Not bad for a first attempt."

"I should name them White-1 and so on..."

"Life Form Aura does not seem to make sense..." he said to himself.

This was a new stage of power.

He was now commanding actual living aura constructs, life-forms powered by the death of others.

And as he now knew, the more cores he created, the more he could command.

His next goal was clear.

He needed twenty.

And that meant nineteen more sacrifices.

The city around him was alive with its usual chaos of passing cars.

He took a small turn into one of the lesser-known areas.

The alleys narrowed.

The people changed.

Arin didn't have a strict moral compass; he never claimed to be a hero, but there were certain lines he preferred not to cross unless necessary.

His plan was simple.

Start by eliminating the scum.

The men who abused others, the thugs who tormented their neighborhoods, and the predators that roamed unpunished.

He passed by a dim bar. Loud shouting came from inside.

He paused.

Stepping slightly closer, he glanced through the dusty window.

Inside, four men were gathered around a small table, laughing as they poured drinks.

One of them, stocky and red-faced, slammed a girl against the wall and laughed.

Arin narrowed his eyes.

"First target."

He stepped back and waited in the shadows.

Twenty minutes passed.

The girl stumbled out alone and disappeared down the street.

Five more minutes, and two of the men left together, loudly cursing something about "not paying the full amount."

Arin waited for his chance.

Finally, the red-faced man stepped outside, alone.

He was lighting a cigarette when Arin appeared beside him, as if out of nowhere.

"Got a light?" Arin asked.

The man grunted, turning, clearly annoyed.

"Piss off."

Arin smiled.

"Wrong answer."

One second later, the man was dragged into the dark of the alley.

Arin's palm covered his mouth, his other hand already glowing with Ten.

The fight didn't last any moment at all.

For a nen user at the level of Arin, taking care of an ordinary thug is not a fight.

It is just execution.

No different than one would crush a fly to kill it.

Arin quickly moved the body behind a dumpster and covered it with some discarded boxes and rags.

The small pearl-like object pulsed with faint light.

He held it in his hand and stared at it for a moment.

"Two down. Eighteen to go."

The core glowed warmly in his palm, and then he slipped it into a small pouch attached inside his jacket.

He walked away from the alley and began scanning the street again.

The night deepened.

By the time the moon reached its peak, Arin had taken down two more targets.

One was a known loan shark who regularly beat his clients when they missed payments.

The other, a man Arin watched rob a teenager at knifepoint and then stab him just for fun.

He did not interfere during the robbery.

"I am not a hero."

"I am just a man who prefers to take out the trash instead of touching the clean ones."

"If I am going to kill anyway, I would prefer to kill the one that deserves it."

Arin started thinking like this from the time that he started doing meditation for the practice of nen.

It seems like his character and behavior are changing slowly but surely.

When the man separated from the scene and slinked into an alley to count his stolen money, Arin followed and made his move. Swift, brutal, efficient.

Three more White Cores now pulsed within his pouch.

It was addicting in a strange way.

Not the killing, not the act itself, but the feeling of constructing power from action.

He finally took a break around 2 a.m., leaning against a metal railing that overlooked a side street. The world around him was quieter now. Arin looked up at the sky. Cloudy.

"So this is what it feels like," he whispered.

"To build a system of power one corpse at a time."

He knew that if other real Hunters, Nen masters, and enforcers of some justice knew what he was doing, they might come after him.

But so what?

He was doing what made sense.

He wasn't just killing randomly.

He had rules.

And this power, this structure, it was just the beginning.

He looked down at his hands.

Soon, he'd have an army.

"That will be the time when I will have the ability to move more freely."