HxH: I Will Be Supreme

"Golden Time"

At that moment, Oboro's Hatsu ability demonstrated its conjuration and manipulation aspects.

Currently, his Nen ability 'Endless Dreamer's Archive' wasn't fully developed. He could only manifest six small items or two larger ones at a time, with restrictions on more powerful equipment.

Due to the complex conditions of his Hatsu, there were certain limitations on how he could use conjured items; if he wanted to manifest six items at once, all at full power, he'd have to wait until his Nen control became more refined.

Another aspect was to improve the conditions for manifesting new items through his aura.

The balance between aura cost, effectiveness, and limitations was something he had only recently begun to work on.

Whether it was conjured items, specialized techniques, or resources, the current limitations of his Hatsu allowed Oboro to enjoy certain advantages as a sole practitioner, but at the same time, the overall effectiveness of his Nen ability was significantly reduced!

If he wanted to fully realize his "game world" area and manifest it in reality, he needed to complete all the conditions and restrictions.

Once the conditions were set and the Nen space was established, he could truly unleash the full potential of the Endless Dreamer's Archive!

At that time, anyone who entered his Nen field would be subject to his Nen rules, completely affected by his ability, essentially becoming a "character" in his domain.

The difference was that others would be novices, while he would be the master of that domain.

In addition, once the conditions were complete, he could "modify" them at will, for example, he could prevent opponents from accessing certain aspects of his ability by imposing comprehensive restrictions.

This meant that they could only rely on their raw Nen abilities to fight, unable to benefit from the effects of his "domain".

The progress and outcome of battles within his domain could still significantly affect the targets involved.

Only certain "beneficial aspects" were blocked for enemies; the detrimental conditions and negative effects remained active.

His opponents also had to understand his unique Nen Domain in a short amount of time, which wasn't just difficult! It could be considered almost impossible.

Because this kind of Nen ability was completely foreign to the people of this world.

The effect and function of his Hatsu would increase dramatically! The most powerful aspect was the "modification"!

Even if he didn't achieve perfect mastery of his ability, his current level of Nen control was more than enough to overwhelm those who didn't understand the rules of his domain.

These were developments for the future, part of his ultimate vision. His Hatsu was still evolving, and its final form remained uncertain.

It wouldn't be fully manifested for some time, so there was no need to dwell on it.

Conjuration-based abilities, such as his improved items and resources, were naturally weaker in their early stages, but could become extremely powerful with mastery.

Different conjured items had different effects, such as increasing the penetration of defenses, nullifying certain Nen abilities, creating protective barriers, and so on. These would definitely allow Oboro's fighting ability to reach new heights.

There weren't many items in his arsenal yet, and Oboro focused primarily on creating basic equipment and small items, especially those with specific functions like Golden Time and Lightning Edge.

In his fight against Sammy, he had used two magic items.

One was Golden Time, and the other was Whisper, which increased attack power and defense penetration.

These two items were among the first that Oboro had focused on "constructing" with his Nen.

In critical moments, they could provide unexpected advantages.

Though the raw power increase was limited, it was enough to deal with a Nen user like Sammy.

Blood flowed from the wound on Sammy's neck as he remained silent. After a painful moment of consideration, he raised his hand to signal surrender to the referee.

If Oboro had held back, Sammy would have been dead.

Sammy was well aware of the situation. Even his Hatsu ability was no match for Oboro, which showed that his chances of victory were minimal.

There was no point in continuing.

The audience erupted.

The announcer also shouted.

It was significant to witness the birth of a new Floor Master, at least in the Heaven's Arena.

"Tsk."

Biscuit pursed her lips, and even though she'd expected this outcome, she still felt annoyed.

People admire the strong

Even though the reputation of the mysterious suit-wearing fighter had faded, and he no longer had the same mystique as before, at this moment, he was still the only dazzling presence in the spotlight!

After the match ended, Heaven's Arena began to broadcast the news of the Floor Master's succession.

Pictures of the battle were shown on screens throughout the city.

As the protagonist, Oboro simply packed his bags and prepared to leave.

The first step was to build a foundation, the second was to gain experience; he had completed these steps according to his plan.

Although he had his unique abilities, when he first arrived in this world, he had always felt insecure and pressured.

Of course, this was largely due to his encounter with Hisoka.

From his time in the circus, it was obvious that he had maximized his training time.

Because he knew how dangerous this world was and he wasn't sure if he could establish himself and achieve his goals.

Death could come early or something unexpected could happen.

But at least he could breathe easier now.

With his current abilities, even if he couldn't excel in the world of hunters right away, at least he had a solid foundation.

He didn't have to fear for his life all the time.

He could try bolder things now.

The next day, while it was still dark.

Oboro left the gates of the Heaven's Arena, no one saw him off, no one cheered, he was completely alone.

Just like when he arrived.

The flowers and the applause belonged on the stage.

He believed that in less than two months, maybe even a month, few spectators would remember him.

"Haha, Morittonio was right."

When he reached the plaza in front of Heaven's Arena, Oboro turned around, looked at the towering building, and smiled.

Circus performers and arena fighters were, in a way, the same kind of people.

Even though he had been in this temple of combat for quite some time, it was only meant to be a waypoint on his journey.

"Killua will arrive soon."

Oboro adjusted his sunglasses and laughed quietly.

He hadn't seen the boy in such a hurry for a long time, but they would definitely meet again in the future.

The sky was still dark, and even the bustling city seemed somewhat deserted in the early morning; aside from the flashing neon signs of the surrounding buildings and the sparse traffic, there were few people on the streets.

A cool breeze blew across his face. Oboro, wearing a black suit, spotted two figures in the street and his lips curved into a smile: "Here to see me off?"

Indeed, the people standing nearby were Biscuit and Wing.

"I knew you would leave."

Wing smiled too.

He stepped towards Oboro and turned back to find Biscuit motionless. He sighed softly and, ignoring the proper master-disciple etiquette, pulled her gently.

"Let go, I'm not here to send this guy away!"

"You consider him a friend, but he doesn't treat you like one who leaves without saying goodbye. You better be careful not to get hurt."

Although Biscuit seemed annoyed, she followed anyway.

If she really didn't want to see Oboro, she wouldn't be here.

"I'm touched. I didn't expect to make friends here."

Oboro teased.

"Don't be so full of yourself. I just couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air."

Biscuit retorted.

"What's this, are you breaking up with me?"

Oboro raised his eyebrows.

"You!!"

Biscuit looked displeased.

"Seriously, how old are you?"

Oboro asked even though he knew the answer.

"Don't you know that a lady's age is a secret that can't be revealed?"

Seeing the situation escalating, Wing quickly changed the subject: "Where are you going next?"

"I'm going to take the Hunter's Exam." Oboro answered honestly.

Hearing this, Biscuit's anger suddenly subsided and her eyes brightened: "You want to join the Hunter Association?"

Many Nen users didn't have a hunter's license; for some, a license was a convenience, but not a necessity. And once you took the Hunter Exam, your information would be recorded. Joining the Association meant following certain rules.

Of course, the benefits were considerable.

The Association provided access to shared information, resources and networks.

It's worth noting that the Hunters Association was an independent organization with official recognition.

The implications of that official status went without saying.

"Yes."

Oboro nodded.

"What is your focus? Your career direction, what kind of hunter do you want to be?" Biscuit's previous displeasure seemed forgotten as she asked eagerly.

There were many kinds of Hunters. Besides the well-known categories like Gourmet Hunters, Ruins Hunters, Treasure Hunters, and Bounty Hunters, there were also Virus Hunters, Jackpot Hunters, Blacklist Hunters, and many other types that covered all aspects of life.

A hunter's skills and personality often determined his specialization.

The most typical example was the distinction between combat specialists and non-combat specialists.

And Oboro was clearly combat-oriented.

"At first I was thinking about blacklist hunters or maybe ruins exploration, I'll learn more when I join the Association," Oboro said, looking at Biscuit: "What do you think?"

"Those are all extremely dangerous specialties, but they suit your personality."

Biscuit stroked her chin and seemed to think seriously.

After a moment she caught herself and coughed, "What does your career have to do with me?"

"If you don't mind, please give me your contact information."

Wing smiled.

"Fine."

Then Oboro wrote down his number for Wing.

Biscuit sneaked a look from the side.

The meeting with Wing and Biscuit had been unexpected for Oboro.

Without him, without the butterfly effect, Wing and Biscuit would have left long ago.

"Well, goodbye then."

Without much ceremony, Oboro said goodbye and prepared to hail an approaching taxi.

"Wait." Wing suddenly shouted.

"Hmm?"

Oboro turned to him.

"Oboro, will you accept my challenge?" Wing looked a little embarrassed, then suddenly serious.

He seemed nervous, as if he feared rejection.

"You want to fight me?"

Oboro processed the request.

"Yes." Wing answered firmly.

It was called a fight, but in reality it would be more like a sparring session, almost educational. Both Oboro and Wing understood the gap between their skills.

Oboro hadn't expected this request.

But he understood Wing's intentions.

"You won't stop me this time?" He looked at Biscuit, who ignored him.

"Alright, you choose the place."

Oboro smiled, lowered his raised hand and let the cab pass.

"Thank you." Wing's face lit up with joy as he expressed his sincere gratitude.