A figure appeared on the horizon, moving against the whistling wind through the inclement weather of snow and ice.
Oboro still wore his black suit and leather shoes. Although this place was located in the north of Georgia and remained cold year-round, he hadn't come here to travel but to save people, so he hadn't bothered to change his clothes.
"Hmm this is it"
After walking closer, Oboro hooked his sunglasses down with his fingers, revealing a pair of eyes that gazed at the steep cliff under the dark clouds ahead.
It was a large prison. However, it had been occupied by the shadow people.
No now Jade led a new organization calling itself 'Darkness,' having abandoned the name 'Shadow.' It represented a new life.
"It's a curse" Oboro whispered softly, a smile playing on his face.
Another reason he was willing to take action was his interest in the energy of resentment. Some characteristics of resentment aligned with his soul connection ability, especially the attribute of amplifying will and emotions. Whether malice or negative energy it seemed they could be released to their greatest extent through resentment.
It seems somewhat useful for developing Thresh's Nen ability especially the development of the "ghost."
"There are a lot of people."
Murmuring this, Oboro patted accumulated snowflakes from his shoulders and extended his senses.
He strolled closer, the smile never leaving his face.
V5 was actually quite disgusting If they truly wanted to take action against Ying, they could simply make a phone call to the ruler of Grecia, who would send troops to wipe out the situation without V5 using a single soldier of their own.
Even so, they were unwilling to do it.
Although the Kingdom of Gerusia was small, it was a country nonetheless. No matter how powerful Jed's people were, they couldn't compete with an army. At most, they would just waste some time.
After a while, Oboro followed a mountain path on the cliff and arrived at a towering building standing atop the mountain.
The gates of the prison base were closed, and the walls were covered with cameras.
"Can you open the door?"
Oboro took a few steps forward, removed an ID from his pocket, and held it up to a camera, displaying it clearly.
The document bore the official Georgian departmental emblem.
What a coincidence The small country of Georgia was one of the territories infiltrated by the Fells family. It was very easy for Oboro to obtain the pass.
He waved his ID, but the door didn't move at all, showing no sign of opening.
No one responded.
Seeing this, Oboro tossed the certificate away.
As expected there was only one other way to get in.
He walked up to the heavy gate and touched the cold metal panel. It was daytime, but inky black clouds floated overhead, and the wind and snow made the light dim, as if night were approaching.
He bent his elbows and clenched his fists, a stream of white air blowing from his mouth in the cold.
Yes He hadn't planned to sneak in and carry out any secret rescue mission. It would be better to just barge in openly to save time.
The next second, a fist shadow flew out and struck the door.
The door panel sank instantly, then the huge screws connecting it to the wall and the chains at the welding points broke and exploded, scattering in all directions.
The door, weighing several tons, suddenly flew inward and landed heavily on the ground inside the prison wall, apparently crushing many guards beneath it.
Without the gate blocking his view, Oboro could see what was happening inside. In the prison base stood rows of armed soldiers all civil servants of the prison. But now their faces were hideous, their eyes filled with a dark aura. It was obvious their minds had been polluted by the curse and they were under control.
At least hundreds of people
"If we put aside the side effects, resentment seems more effective than Nen in reflecting and amplifying inner thoughts Is it more compatible with the spirit?"
Oboro glanced at the enemies before him, noticed their peculiar conditions, touched his chin and analyzed.
Ta-da-da
Then countless gunshots erupted toward him.
Oboro walked forward alone. Bullets hit his body and fell to the ground without even damaging his clothes.
He slowly walked into the open space inside the prison. Ignoring the ordinary soldiers who continued shooting, he raised his head and looked at the figure standing on the eaves of a building.
A burly man with a striking cockscomb hairstyle stared down at him.
This person I vaguely recognize him.
He was a character from the original story, one of the descendants of Shadow. He had injured Zhixi in the Sky Arena and had encountered Biscuit.
He seemed to be called Hungry Ghost.
The other two were called Purgatory and Shura.
Hungry Ghost folded his arms across his chest, his expression indifferent.
He sensed that this man in a suit was unusually powerful Even facing fierce gunfire, he remained unaffected, walking to the center of the crowd and looking up to meet his eyes.
"You are the monster sent by the Association?" Hungry Ghost stared at Oboro.
"Monster?"
Oboro was momentarily stunned.
Then, understanding flickered across his face as he calmly replied, "For you, I suppose that would be accurate"
"Another high-ranking member of the Hunter Association Haha, the more people like you, the better. After we execute you all, I wonder if they can still keep their composure." Hungry Ghost shouted, and countless dense black shadows appeared on the surrounding buildings.
They were all prisoners who had previously been detained in this prison.
These were evildoers, different from ordinary people after being mentally polluted, they had become puppets.
Not only that, Oboro also noticed some Nen users mixed in with the crowd, probably former members of the Hunter Association also controlled by the Grudge.
"Hundreds of people"
Oboro rolled his shoulders.
It seemed quite a few hunters had been caught by Shadow. If Netero and Killua were included, there were at least twenty of them.
Should I kill them?
In this situation, it would be fine even if he killed them, as he could still collect some souls But after thinking about it, Oboro abandoned the idea. For hunters of this level, the souls dropped would have no effect on him Maybe even less than a few ants.
The Chimera Ants in the Mitne Federation were rampant and were all excellent supplies, so there was no need to focus on these.
Saving their lives would also be helpful in the future election for chairman.
Besides, Netero was still in prison
BOOM!
Then Hungry Ghost jumped down from the building like a cannonball, hitting the ground with great power and stirring up large snowflakes.
He stood right in front of Oboro, an uncomfortable black aura emanating from his body the power of the curse.
"Compared to Nen, it seems to rely more on the power of the mind Unlike Nen, the amount of energy is proportional to the strength of one's own flesh and blood. Nen is very balanced. Even though the strength of aura is crucial, a person's physical energy cannot be ignored. In other words, as long as the dark side of the heart is big enough and the mind is firm enough the power obtained will be stronger, and the proportion of 'heart' will be larger. If, for a Nen user, aura is 50% body and 50% mind, then the Grudge is 30% body and 70% mind?"
"This is why the Grudge is so good at polluting the mind"
Oboro ignored Hungry Ghost's ferocious expression and instead observed the energy he released, speaking softly in a thoughtful tone.
"Understood"
After a moment, Oboro nodded slightly.
All around, a large number of prisoners and controlled Association members jumped down one after another and moved closer to him.
"Today"
Hungry Ghost unleashed all of his curses and prepared to attack.
However, just as he opened his mouth to speak two words, the man before him suddenly disappeared.
At this moment, his heart went cold.
Where did he go?
Where are the people?
With a swish
His ears caught a very subtle movement beside him.
Before he could look in the direction of the sound, or even react, something seemed to be thrown at him, and then it disappeared.
Hungry Ghost's pupils shrank as he realized his head had flown up for no reason. He saw his headless body standing on the ground and also saw the suited man who walked past him leisurely without any sign, like a ghost.
The other didn't even glance at his body but just kept talking to himself
It seemed he was still immersed in experiencing the energy of the Grudge.
How could he kill me?
How did I die?
Hungry Ghost's head wore a frozen expression, full of stupor.
He didn't understand
He hadn't sensed any killing intent hadn't seen the murder weapon, hadn't seen anything yet he was dead.
With his head still floating in the air, Hungry Ghost saw what happened next before his consciousness disappeared.
The surging crowd rushed toward the man like locusts.
But the next second, a strong wind seemed to blow up with the suited man as its center, and blades with terrifying speed stirred in the array.
Suddenly, blood and flesh flew everywhere
These puppets controlled by the curse were like pieces of paper torn apart by a spinning knife, flying up or falling down in pieces.
It was completely impossible to get close.
At a certain distance, they were dismembered!
With a thud, Hungry Ghost's head fell on the snow, his eyes aimed directly at the prison gate entrance.
In just a few seconds, except for the Association members who were knocked unconscious, the rest of the team he had assembled were all dead.
"It's the hand"
Hungry Ghost finally saw clearly what Oboro's weapon was.
It was just a pair of flesh palms, but they moved so fast that ordinary people couldn't catch their trajectory and it seemed they could also cause attacks beyond normal range.
What was even more terrifying was that the man acted casually, using only an extremely shallow layer of Nen, so weak that even he hadn't noticed it. However, the power displayed was not proportional to the mental energy consumed.
This could only mean one thing the other's aura was unimaginable!
"Is this the monster from the Association?"
With this thought, Hungry Ghost's consciousness faded into nothingness.
Oboro walked to the prison entrance and stretched out his hand to open the door.
Just as he was about to step into the corridor, a sharp knife stabbed out from the darkness, heading straight for his face.
"Interesting"
Oboro raised his eyebrows.
He had been completely unaware of the man's attack movements; he had concealed them very well.
Regarding the changes and concealment of aura, Oboro didn't believe anyone could block his perception and make him unable to detect it, which could only mean this was characteristic of the curse.
Unique and exceptional.
He feared Netero had also been fooled.
Oboro tilted his head slightly, causing the knife to miss its target.
He was able to react because the other's movements were too slow Although this man maintained his stealth, he would be exposed as soon as he was seen.
Or maybe the difference in physical fitness was too great. If this sword had been wielded by Beyond or Netero, Oboro would have been injured Even if Silva with his high level of physical density launched a sneak attack, Oboro might have been hit.
But the person before him was too slow Of course, the other might have already attacked with all his strength.
After dodging, Oboro immediately swung his hand and slapped the black shadow rushing toward him.
There was a loud bang, and the attacker was hit like lightning. His weak body immediately smashed against the wall, bleeding from all seven orifices, his vision briefly going dizzy.
Before he could steady himself, Oboro's large hands had already grasped his head like an iron clamp, pressing it against the corridor wall.
It was as if half his face was embedded in the cement.
The attacker was none other than one of Jed's lieutenants, a descendant of Shadow, the long-haired Shura.
In the original Sky Arena, he had controlled all the communication equipment and even fought against Kurapika
As soon as Oboro's hand touched Shura, the curse surging from the other, like a ball of miasma, rushed along his arm and covered his whole body in a brief moment. Not only that, the resentment also surged into Oboro's eye sockets and invaded his body.
It began to pollute his mind
The curse and Oboro's own mental energy intertwined, the two completely different energies colliding and fluctuating.
It was as if Oboro's mind was about to be devoured by the resentment.
But before he could even take half a breath, a wave of air blew outward, and the resentful power entangled in Oboro's body was directly broken, which left the still-struggling Shura in disbelief.
"I see"
Oboro regained his composure, looked at the man pressed against the wall who could not move, and said indifferently: "Although it aligns more with the mind, this kind of energy is far less stable than Nen Amplifying negative emotions is itself a hidden danger for the user Moreover, once this kind of power from the heart is fully expanded, it completely dominates and turns you into a walking corpse. In other words, personal will as the main body is lost, and initiative is lost You become an empty shell of negative energy."
Oboro frowned. "It does have some good points but overall, it's still rubbish and can't compare with Nen at all."
After saying this, Oboro took a step forward and clenched his five fingers.
He had no intention of letting Shura go, so he just held the other's head and walked down the aisle, dragging him against the wall.
This caused Shura's cheekbones to twist and break even his eye sockets were bleeding. His feet were off the ground and he kept kicking, but he couldn't even scream.
In the quiet corridor, the only sound was that of his bones gradually breaking.
"In essence, it's the same as Nen. You want to erode my mind no matter what, your willpower must be stronger than mine. This is the premise"
"It's a pity. From the feeling I get from your resentment, your determination for revenge is too frivolous This won't do. If it's just at this level it will be difficult to accomplish." After a while, they walked from the corridor into a room. Oboro released his grip and threw Shura's body aside.
Half of the man's face had been worn away, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the wall.
He was already dead
He couldn't hear Oboro's advice or exhortations at all.
In front of them was the entrance to the various cages and the prison interior, blocked by iron bars.
The man-height iron gate stood open
The lights hanging on the wall flickered.
In his field of vision, in the deepest part of the prison, a surging and powerful sense of ominousness permeated everything.
The concentrated black resentment formed a vortex-shaped abyss inside, which seemed to swallow everything.
Waiting for his arrival.
There was also a raging resentment that washed over like a surging wave.
This kind of mental pressure finally made Oboro look a little serious.
A faint green mist slowly drifted out from his body
His leather shoes stepped through the fog as he moved forward without hesitation.
"You are the best experimental material don't let me down"
Oboro muttered.
There was some expectation in his voice.
The Grudge wasn't entirely bad it had some good points that could be used.
It would be convenient for Thresh to develop his Nen ability better.
There were several characteristics of resentment:
Negative emotions, spiritual transmission and pollution, isolation and concealment of breath.
It fit very well with these ghosts he controlled