Hunter x Hunter - Unlimited Abilities

Arin entered his room.

The White Life-Form, his first, stood silently in the far corner, a humanoid figure formed entirely of compressed, manipulated aura.

He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the bed and sat down at his chair with a small circular desk.

He leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment to rest.

When he opened them again, he looked at the life-form, "White-1."

"Pour me a cup of whiskey," he said.

Without a word, the aura being turned toward the small cabinet, opened it, retrieved a glass and the whiskey bottle, and poured the drink.

Arin accepted the glass when it was offered.

He took a slow sip.

"So," he muttered under his breath,

"As long as I know what to ask… they obey perfectly. No hesitation, no confusion. Even if it's complex or layered. That's... incredibly useful to know."

He gave the life-form a dismissive nod, and it returned to the corner, standing at rest.

Arin stared into the amber liquid, swirled it slightly, and then leaned forward, setting the glass down.

"Time to finish what I started."

He had nineteen more White Cores to use.

Nineteen more life-forms to bring into existence.

He got to work.

The process was both simple and taxing.

He focused his aura, conjuring a basic humanoid framework, channeling the energy with precision. Each body was shaped deliberately, not too detailed, but functional.

Arms, legs, posture, weight, and balance.

Then, at the final moment, he took one White Core at a time, pressed it into the chest of the conjured aura body, and completed the connection.

The first few went smoothly.

Numbers Two through Five took less than an hour.

His training had made him efficient, and the practice with the first life-form showed its value.

But as the hours wore on, the strain began to build.

By the time he had created Life-Form Ten, his forehead was slick with sweat.

His breath came harder, and his eyes stung with focus.

The act of conjuring and manipulating this many aura bodies in succession was not something most manipulators could manage.

The only thing allowing him to persist was the amplification provided by the White Cores.

Without them, this would have drained him completely.

He didn't stop.

He conjured Life-Forms Eleven through Fifteen with grit in his teeth, pushing himself through the mental fog that had begun to settle in.

He muttered commands aloud now, testing them as he created each one.

"You pick up that chair and place it there."

"Walk across the room. Stop. Turn. Come back."

"Pick up the whiskey glass."

Each life-form obeyed, smoothly and without protest.

When he reached Life-Form Nineteen, it was just past dawn.

Arin stood, sweat-drenched, trembling slightly.

The final White Core in hand.

He shaped the aura body, fingers trembling now.

His breathing was ragged.

His aura flickered in small bursts, evidence of exhaustion.

Still, he pressed on; he embedded the final core into the chest of the humanoid.

The aura is being solidified.

It stood tall and still like the others.

"Complete," Arin whispered.

He collapsed back into his chair.

His limbs felt like lead.

His mind was exhausted but also... satisfied.

Nineteen new life-forms.

Plus the first twenty in total.

His silent army stood around him.

Some leaned against walls.

Some stood perfectly upright.

Others crouched, following his idle positioning commands.

Each one was tuned to obey him instinctively—no need to shout, no need for symbols or long explanations.

As long as the task was within their ability, they would perform it.

He let out a long breath and then laughed quietly.

"So much power… and I'm still not even finished."

A subtle vibration pulsed in his chest. Not physical but spiritual.

System Notification: Nen Points increased. Current Level: 23.0

He nodded.

"As expected. A full day of creating and commanding... it's only natural."

He closed his eyes again and focused briefly on his own aura flow.

Despite the fatigue, the increase in Nen Points had strengthened him.

After several long minutes of silence to rest his agitated mind.

He opened his eyes again and looked around his small room.

He stood and walked to the center of the room.

"Form two rows," he said aloud.

The life-forms responded instantly.

Ten stood in front, ten behind, aligned with mechanical precision.

"I need to test your speed. Then strength. Then strategic capability."

He started to plan the next step.

He would take them outside, one at a time, and observe them in mock scenarios.

He would create a system of identifiers, maybe visual marks or coded instructions, to differentiate them in battle.

And eventually he would give them roles.

The sacrifices had not been meaningless.

They had become tools. Life turned to power, and will turned to presence.

Arin looked at the nearest life-form and raised his whiskey glass in salute.

"Welcome to the world."