Becoming the Supreme Will starting from Hunter x Hunter

The two also saw the number on Oboro's chest: 001.

He sensed the fear and apprehension that those around him had towards Oboro...

Finks raised an eyelid, grinned, and revealed a wicked smile.

It seems like they're about to say something.

Seeing this, the swordsman immediately pulled him aside and stood against the wall, even raising his hand to greet Long, "Hello."

Hearing the voice, he turned his head slightly, pressed his index finger against the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and smiled, "Hello."

63. Phinks and the Examiner

Oboro didn't really have any feelings about the Phantom Troupe. It was undeniable that they were a group of very powerful Nen users with outstanding talent, but it was inevitable that people would feel that what they were doing was a waste of their talent... Of course, he had no right to judge them, since it was largely related to their background, experience and origin.

The Phantom Troupe was outstanding in the early stages of the original work, but as the Chimera Ant arc and the Dark Continent arc unfolded, they were no longer able to take center stage.

Ultimately, in the world of Hunter x Hunter... this group is just a bunch of bandits.

A very powerful group of thieves!

The city they are backed by, Meteor City, is the size of a small country, but its total combat power is still no match for a real country... Even though the Phantom Troupe never relies on any power and only believes in itself, it still has some influence.

In Oboro's eyes, with Chrollo's intellect and the members' abilities... they could unleash their full potential and do something far more 'wonderful,' not just simple plunder and murder.

As the saying goes, it's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering; these are all opinions from an outsider's perspective.

If you put him in an environment where he would grow up in hunger, poverty, darkness, and the constant threat of death, it would be difficult for him to develop any 'great ideals and ambitions'. Compared to dreams, money and material resources are the most practical and valuable things.

Oboro understands.

Moreover, the reason the Phantom Troupe is doing this is largely because they want to give back to their homeland, Meteor City.

The arrival of Phinks and the Swordsman was just a minor incident. The three of them clearly had a natural aura that separated them from the other candidates. Long put his phone in his pocket and waited quietly... The discussions in the venue grew louder and louder because the time had come, but the examiners still hadn't appeared... Some people began to show impatience.

"What's going on? Where are the examiners?"

"Tsk... They're not going to make us wait like this forever, are they..."

Someone was shouting.

Long glanced up at the shadows in the second-floor corridor.

There stood a man wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his muscles bulging... he was one of the association's hunters.

He was also one of the examiners for this competition.

The other party had already appeared ten minutes ago, but... most of the test takers didn't notice.

Finally… applause came from upstairs, instantly silencing the arena. Everyone looked up and saw the figure on the second floor. The examiner slowly walked out from the dim light, his hands resting on the railing, bent over, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He had a rugged appearance and looked at the crowd of weaklings in the arena with a cold, undisguised mockery. However, his gaze paused for a moment when it swept over Oboro and Phinks before he spoke: “Trash… congratulations on passing the many tests and arriving here. Let me introduce myself. My name is Aldama, and I am your examiner… Next, you must pass some more hurdles… and I will be in charge of the first one.”

Being called trash... The candidates present were somewhat embarrassed, but dared not speak out. However, seasoned veterans like Dongba were completely indifferent.

“From now on, you just need to stay here quietly and don’t leave… After 24 hours, you’ll pass and can follow me to the next destination,” Al-Dama said calmly.

So simple?

Some people looked surprised…

What is this?

What kind of test?

"As long as we don't leave this venue, it's fine, right?" a young man said excitedly.

"Yes."

Aldama answered expressionlessly.

Then, he hung a pocket watch that had started ticking on the second-floor railing, and then turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

At that moment, Phinks, who was next to Oboro, suddenly raised his hand with a sneer on his face.

Aldama turned his head slightly, looking down at the athletic man making the noise downstairs.

“If… I kill them all, does that mean they’re eliminated… and I’m the only one left? Then there’s no point in continuing this exam, right?” Phinks said in a mocking tone.

He pointed his finger at the people around him.

Their words were unrestrained and reckless.

His words caused a group of nearby examinees to turn pale, as if the temperature had suddenly dropped, and they fell silent.

Aldama upstairs took a drag of his cigarette, exhaling white smoke, his voice turning cold, "Kid... this is the Hunter Association's testing ground, what do you think this place is? If you want to cause trouble... go home."

Upon hearing this, Phinks' forehead immediately bulged with blood vessels, and his eyes flashed with coldness. "Oh? Since you set the rules... I wonder, if killing you, the examiner, counts as passing?"

“Finks…”

The swordsman on the side sighed.

The other candidates were astonished that the eyebrowless man was so arrogant, daring to provoke the examiners in public!

Full of hostility.

Long took off his sunglasses, twirled them with his fingers, and looked amused... How interesting.

He loves watching things that have explosive moments... It would be even better if a fight broke out.

“I am the examiner. According to the rules, I can decide at will whether any one of you is qualified to proceed to the next stage… In other words, I hold the power of life and death over you! Right now, I'm the one in charge here… You can try to kill me and see if you can. Regardless of the outcome, you're out of the running for this year's exam…” After saying the first sentence, Aldama's voice suddenly rose in volume: “So… do you understand?!!!”

"With me...you have to listen to me!"

"If you don't want to stay, then get out!!!"

A terrifying sonic boom instantly reverberated throughout the building, and some glass windows shattered in a flash.

Many test takers covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain.

No one expected that the examiner in the first round would be so short-tempered and fierce!

It's terrifying.

Inside the arena, only five people were unaffected by the sound waves.

Oboro continued to twirl his sunglasses, a half-smile playing on his lips, his eyes scanning the crowd for two other figures… one of them was clearly also a Nen user. The Hunter Exam wasn't just for beginners; there were also a few who had already awakened Nen… they were all just going through the motions, simply aiming for a Hunter License.

Although this year's Hunter Exam had a small number of participants, making it a typical "small year," there were quite a few strong contenders.

The veins on Phinks' forehead bulged even more, and his predatory gaze became undisguised.

The swordsman beside him tugged at him…

People who associate with spiders are all lawless and unruly.

Oboro had originally hoped that Phinks would take direct action and have a fight with the examiner to add some fun... but he was disappointed.

Phinks, who had been furious, suddenly calmed down, stared at Aldama, and smiled: "Alright, examiner Aldama, do as you say."

When saying the other person's name, Finks deliberately emphasized it.

He twisted his neck a few times, and his cervical spine made a cracking sound.

He seemed to have calmed down, but the murderous aura surging within him... was clearly felt even by Oboro standing to the side.

This is a plan to settle scores later...

This Aldama seems to be quite strong... I just don't know if he's a match for Phinks.

Upon hearing the former's reply, Aldama remained unmoved and, sensing the other party's murderous intent, coldly pushed open the door from the second floor and left.

After witnessing this scene, the nearby examinees retreated again, moving even further away from the three of them.

Because… Finks’s gloomy expression looks… quite frightening.

"what…"

Suddenly, Long yawned, stretched, and leaned against the wall for a short rest.

His action made Finks take notice.

"Alright, don't be angry, don't be angry. Let's get the hunter's license first," the knight quickly comforted him.

"I will find him... I hope that by then, he will be just as tough as he is now..."

Finks let out a cold laugh.

He crossed his arms, hugged his shoulders, and closed his eyes.

64. Murder must be dealt with swiftly.

The examinees inside the hall calmed down and began to do their own things... some were conserving their energy, while others were taking notes.

They recorded the information they observed in order to prepare for the upcoming exams.

But soon, they noticed something was wrong…

Now I understand why Aldama confined them to this environment…

The venue was initially quite cool, but suddenly the indoor temperature began to rise. The overhead pipes seemed to be spewing hot air... quickly turning the venue into a giant oven. In addition, the venue was already crowded with people, and the air circulation was slow... In less than ten minutes, many candidates were already drenched in sweat and completely soaked.

Someone was calling the examiner's name, but no one answered.

After a while, some people began to take off their clothes…

It seems like Oboro is asleep...

The knight sat cross-legged on the ground, while Phinks remained motionless like a statue, his eyes always closed.

Within half an hour, the room was filled with steam, resembling a sauna... The candidates who passed the preliminary round were all quite capable, enduring the ordeal. The test was essentially a test of everyone's endurance... Some were flushed and even had difficulty breathing, yet they still persevered.

Some people had already made preparations or had ulterior motives, such as running to the ventilated area in front of the window... or secretly taking out the water they had hidden and drinking it.

These measures can only provide temporary relief and do not address the root cause of the problem.

As several hours passed, everyone assumed that the sky outside was getting darker and the temperature was dropping, making it more comfortable inside the museum.

However, the heat blowing from the pipes was even more intense. While resisting the scorching heat, the candidates also had to be wary of the underhanded tricks of others. Right now, the room was shrouded in mist... The thick steam had completely obscured their vision. Some ill-intentioned individuals would do anything to eliminate their competitors.

puff.

Soon, some people fainted or were attacked by others.