When Oboro walked into the prison, he saw some members of the Association imprisoned there. Many of them had been tortured severely Unfortunately, they were already dead.
Killed early
Jed's handiwork.
After sensing the deaths of the Hungry Ghosts and Asuras, there was no need to keep these hostages. With the most important Netero in hand, everything would be easy. As for his men, he could still capture a large number of them with The Grudge.
Oboro went deeper and deeper, and finally saw the source of the terrifying resentment a white-haired man with his back turned.
At this moment, the man had one hand raised high, pinching a young man with the same hair color as him.
Killua.
Killua was completely enveloped in resentful energy, his limbs trembling and twitching. It was clear that his consciousness was resisting the negative emotions of the resentment he didn't want to be eroded by Jed's will.
Killua's spirit was remarkably strong, and he wasn't being controlled as quickly as other Nen users. Oboro had arrived in time otherwise, if he had come even a little later, Killua might have died.
In a cage nearby, Netero sat cross-legged. When he saw Oboro, his expression relaxed.
"Thank you for your help," he said softly, in a tone that he had never used before. No longer carefree.
After all, this matter involved the "ugliness" of the Association and was also related to his early experiences.
"Be careful," Netero warned. In his opinion, Jed was still extremely dangerous. The outside world did not know how long it had been since his resurrection. Jed could strengthen himself by constantly absorbing resentment In addition, due to the special nature of the curse, even Oboro needed to remain vigilant.
Also, because of the characteristics of resentment, it would be useless even if Oboro destroyed the mechanism forcing Netero to restrict his abilities and keeping him in the state of a living dead. There was no way to untie Netero's restraints for the time being.
Oboro withdrew his gaze from the Chairman and looked at Jed, then turned around and walked out. "We can't move freely here. Let's go outside."
He was inviting a fight.
Oboro understood Jed's character clearly arrogant and domineering.
"Hehe" Jed turned his head slightly, looked at Oboro's confident expression with one eye, sneered, and threw Killua out fiercely.
Too young
He was a top-notch expert who had lived in the same era as Netero. As for telepathy and telepathic abilities Jed knew them all. He had made great contributions to the rise of the Hunter Association.
Jed was eager to teach this upstart a lesson! He also wanted to destroy the "rescuer" that Netero was looking forward to
After a moment's consideration, he followed Oboro's footsteps.
"Jed" Netero called out before he left.
Jed looked at his old friend.
"The real significance of what you and I did back then isn't about us not about the Association, but about these young people who died at your hands. They are the hope for the future of the Association. Although Oboro may not be a perfect representative, in him, you can see the value of our existence in the early years."
Netero's expression was serious.
However, the only response he received was Jed's cold stare.
"Yeah you're the only one who gained anything," Jed said bitterly. "The current Association has no need to exist anymore. I will destroy it with my own hands."
After those final words, Jed walked away.
Netero closed his eyes, his expression complicated.
Outside the prison, corpses were scattered across the floor. Oboro stood under the fluttering curtain of snow
After a moment, the door behind him was pushed open and Jed walked out.
"What's your name?" Jed questioned.
"Oboro."
He turned around and said indifferently, "You don't need to remember my name. You're going to disappear anyway what's the point?"
"I can see that you and Netero are not the same kind of people I didn't expect someone like you to be able to enter the Association."
Jed glanced at the broken limbs and frozen blood around them and said sarcastically, "Back then, Netero was determined to expand the Association, but his purpose was not to win over companions like you The beautiful Association he had in mind should not have included people like you."
"Reality and dreams are two different things," Oboro answered calmly, not wanting to argue with Jed. He continued directly, "This body of yours is based on a certain ability of the curse, right? What makes me more curious is that if it's a single ability, it shouldn't have independent thoughts and consciousness So, you have a soul."
"Of course, there are some special abilities that come with this effect," Oboro added, changing his tone.
In his memory, on the Black Whale in the original timeline, the Tenth Prince and the Eleventh Prince of the Kakin Empire were inseparable. After the death of the Tenth Prince, the guardian beast's ability of "symbiosis of two" was triggered, and the guardian beast had transformed into the Tenth Prince's appearance before his death, complete with independent consciousness and thinking.
It was a form of evolution after death from the power of thought.
The guardian beast itself was also a kind of ability.
Oboro wasn't sure whether this was the self-operation of the after-death thought ability or an effect that only occurred in a specific environment that is, within the ritual barrier.
The reason why Oboro was interested in Jed was that the ghosts he controlled, under the development of his own ability, also had simple individual thinking, with a little sense of afterlife
He amplified the remaining will in every soul.
But they had no form. If the Grudge could make ghosts more like real dead spirits that would be incredible.
His trip was not in vain.
In addition, the existence of the soul meant that Jed might drop valuable loot after his death.
"I am who I am a living being of flesh and blood," Jed said word by word.
"It's confirmed" Oboro suddenly laughed. "Your soul is derived from resentment. It's a product of pure darkness and enormous negative emotion It's just imitating 'you,' but it's not your real soul!"
At this point, Oboro's eyes lit up.
Fake!
"In other words, the Grudge can be made into a soul core Although it's fake, it still has the original drive type and is controlled by the will of the dark side, making it indistinguishable from the real thing! It's just like a walking corpse whose mind has been corroded, except that the resentment you possess belongs to a higher level of energy body."
Resentment seemed to be more suitable for developing Thresh's abilities than Nen.
"Great You are simply the best experimental material!" There was a fluctuation in Oboro's tone, and he spoke with unmistakable excitement.
Experimental materials?
Jed narrowed his eyes.
Oboro's arrogant tone made him feel deeply humiliated.
In his mind, even Netero had never been so arrogant when facing him
BOOM!
The next second, the world changed dramatically.
Endless black resentment rolled out, covering the entire space where the prison base was located. In an instant, Oboro felt as if he was in a pitch-black area where he couldn't see his hand in front of him.
He was instantly engulfed by the black torrent.
"You just want to die so quickly?" Jed looked at the corner of the ground that had been completely impacted and washed by the resentful force, and spoke with violent intent.