His Body No Longer Had The Strength To Support His Dream

Netero was very cheerful there, as though he had let go of everything, and laughed recklessly.

His astonishing statement, however, made the other people around him shiver with fear.

Morel couldn't laugh at all, and his mouth twitched: "Chairman..."

He involuntarily tried to chuckle awkwardly to ease the atmosphere. "Such a joke is really not funny at all."

"I usually make a lot of jokes, but this time, I'm serious! Hohoho!"

Netero openly admitted his usual playful behavior.

But while he often joked around, that didn't mean he wasn't serious when the time came to make decisions.

Like right now, he made it clear that this was not a joke; he was serious.

The more Netero acted like this, the more sweat dripped from Morel's forehead.

The idea that Netero, the chairman of the Hunter Association, was planning to step down from his position was so explosive that just hearing it seemed almost impossible to accept or understand.

Not to mention that he has to report this to his superiors...

How could Morel have had the courage to make such a report?!

At this moment, Morel couldn't even fathom what kind of person he was, let alone think that he was capable of making such a report.

Immediately, Morel, who was very self-aware and did not want to be involved in this storm, shook his head like a rattle: "This is something you, Chairman Netero, should go speak to the Hunter Association and the higher-ups about in person."

Morel was definitely not going to wade into these murky waters; he wanted to live more peacefully for a few more years.

"I'm not at a high enough level to report something like this."

He rejected it outright and even more decisively than Netero had when he made the request.

"Is that so..."

Netero wasn't at all surprised by Morel's reaction. He then turned his gaze to the others.

Others: "..."

They also, without a word, turned their heads away before Netero's gaze reached them.

"If you've made up your mind..."

On the contrary, Lan, who had been silent there, laughed at this time: "If you need, I can help you take this word to the Hunter Association."

"After all, I am also a member of the Hunter Association, a professional hunter."

Under the surprised gazes of the others, Lan took on what appeared to be a very hot potato.

"Is that so? Hohoho..."

Netero immediately laughed happily. "Then I leave everything to you, Lan!!"

After his encounter with the Ant King, Netero realized something very cruel about himself.

That was, he had grown old.

Old enough that even an opponent like the Ant King was beyond his ability to handle.

Of course, Netero knew that the Ant King's strength was undoubtedly in the top tier in this world.

Not being able to beat him was actually to be expected.

But…

Back when he, Linne Horsdoeuvre, and Zigg Zoldyck went together to venture into the Dark Continent, he was at the peak of his physical capabilities.

At that age, he could face any enemy, no matter how terrifying, with no hesitation.

Why did he crave a powerful opponent so much?

It was because, at his peak, he had been so invincible that it made him lonely.

And the appearance of the Ant King recently had completely filled that void, rekindling his excitement and desire for a satisfying battle.

But unfortunately… the opponent wasn't the issue; this time, the problem was with him.

The aging body he had now could no longer support such a battle.

His clash with the Ant King had ended in failure.

But more than that, he felt that he had lost to the time and age.

Despite eating the Nitro Rice from the Dark Continent, his body could not withstand the erosion and passage of time.

His body no longer had the strength to support his dreams of fighting powerful opponents.

In other words, even if his body had fully recovered this time, and there might have been opponents that he wanted to challenge later... He couldn't fight them in this weakened state.

In simple terms, his body had aged like a computer hardware system.

Even if it ran smoothly before, now it was like a system that was extremely slow and lagging.

Therefore, Netero came up with this idea.

Since his body could no longer deliver a satisfactory battle, he no longer had the right to stay in this position and continue being a nuisance to others.

These were words from the heart.

He sincerely wanted to step down and was not willing to continue dealing with V5 or the Hunter Association.

Netero was tired, and having realized he could no longer continue, he wanted to leave gracefully.

He had already made the decision.

In fact… if it weren't for the bomb still being attached to his heart, he might have already chosen to end his life when this incident was over.

But of course, since Lan was watching over him, he wouldn't let this old man die so easily.