Chapter 266: His...Name

Dark Continent

A human figure walked through the dense forest. His eyes were full of ferocity as his fingertips constantly shuffled cards between them.

Bright red blood flowed from his wound, but he ignored it completely.

A hundred meters ahead of him stood a tree covered with emerald green branches and leaves, swaying gently in the wind.

But in the next moment, as if awakened by the scent of blood, all the leaves suddenly detached from the branches and flew toward the injured human.

These are unique small life forms in the oasis, called strange insects.

Not only can they transform into vegetation and blend into the environment, but they also require extremely subtle perception of Aura to detect their existence. Their body surface is covered with scales that can even isolate and shield Nen.

The ecology and food chain in this oasis are far more terrible than in the desert

Getting injured and bleeding here is equivalent to committing suicide. If not dealt with quickly, it will attract a multitude of strange creatures.

But the man strolling through the woods didn't seem concerned.

He looked at the swarm of flying insects, and a wicked smile curved the corner of his mouth.

Then, with murderous intent radiating from his body, he took the initiative to leap upward. His body shot into the swarm of insects as he wildly flung his hands about. Sharp cards were thrown in all directions, some transforming into bladed weapons to slice through the unknown creatures, strangling them midair.

Half an hour later, the figure that had been using Nen to move between tree trunks finally landed on the ground.

Fragments of insect remains fell from the sky like macabre snowflakes.

The man's sharp, predatory gaze suddenly softened and became gentle

His body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

His Aura was fading rapidly

Before this encounter, he had already suffered a fatal injury. The wounds visible on the surface of his body that seemed insignificant were merely a fraction of the damage.

Being able to endure until now, coming this far, and fighting again had pushed him to his absolute limit.

Hisoka.

At this time, Menchi and the other two had just returned to the human world Hisoka had found Menchi, pried open the woman's mouth, and extracted some information about Oboro. Although Menchi didn't reveal much, it was enough for Hisoka He had sneaked into the Dark Continent.

To fulfill the promise he had made to Oboro.

Menchi had initially wanted to stop him, because Oboro had explicitly stated that no one was permitted to enter the Dark Continent again.

However, Menchi knew about the relationship between Oboro and Hisoka, as well as the agreement between the two, so she simply turned a blind eye.

Moreover, Menchi believed that Hisoka would not return alive.

It's impossible for someone like Hisoka to comprehend everything about the Dark Continent

"When you go there, you will understand you will never find the captain." This was the last thing Menchi said to Hisoka before he departed. Menchi had been surprisingly polite. She probably thought that Hisoka wouldn't even make it to shore before being killed by the massive aquatic creatures that patrolled the coastal regions.

After experiencing the Dark Continent, Menchi and the other two had gained new insights and understanding of "Nen."

So Menchi could also see that Hisoka was different from others.

She had heard he seemed to have killed the eldest son of the Zoldyck family, the one named Illumi.

With the sublimation of personal will, there had been a breakthrough in his Nen ability but that was his limit.

"Haha you fooled me"

"You really understand me"

Hisoka lay on the ground, a large amount of blood pooling beneath him, staining the soil dark red.

He muttered to himself as he gazed at the patches of sky visible through gaps in the forest canopy.

Menchi didn't care about Hisoka's life or death, so she had kindly provided him with a map. First came a desert, then an oasis Menchi and her companions had left the desert under Oboro's leadership and protection without wasting much time. But Hisoka himself didn't know how many years had passed since he first set foot on this unforgiving land He had barely made it to the oasis, surviving until now thanks to some special "food" supplies. When facing deadly dangers, he had mostly chosen to escape rather than fight.

It was already lucky to have found the oasis

According to what Menchi had said regarding Oboro's traveling speed, by now Oboro was probably at an unimaginable distance from him. Even if he relied on some "hope" to sustain his life, he couldn't imagine finding Oboro.

The gap was too vast.

Hisoka had thought he had reached the pinnacle of strength in the human world, but now he realized how insignificant he truly was.

Even after making so much effort, he probably couldn't compare to Netero, Beyond, and the others, let alone Oboro.

Oboro was right. From a certain point onward, the gap between them would only grow larger with time, until he completely lost his goal on the path of getting stronger.

Hisoka forced his hand up, pulled something from his pocket, slowly unwrapped it, and put it into his mouth.

It was a piece of chewing gum.

He chewed slowly

In less than half a minute, the frequency of his chewing gradually slowed and weakened, until finally stopping altogether.

The light in his eyes faded, losing their characteristic gleam.

Just like that his life ended forever at that moment.

After a while, small life forms attracted by the scent of his blood and all kinds of strange creatures appeared nearby.

They converged on his body.

One day, in another corner of the continent.

A short, black-haired man was helping a group of sub-humans that resembled monsters prepare some kind of food.

He raised a round stone cone with both hands and repeatedly pressed it down on the pit in front of him, which was filled with various creatures.

Among them were flowers, plants, vines, and trees, as well as the corpses of numerous creatures Under the crushing weight of the stone tool, the bodies of these creatures were pulverized, their blood flowing out and mixing with the broken vegetation.

This deep pit was like an enormous cooking pot.

The man stood alongside the sub-humans, working with them as if he had already integrated into their tribe.

He turned his head and saw a sub-human child who had opened its mouth, extending a needle-like appendage to suck up the liquid from the pit bit by bit with obvious relish.

The man set down his tools and wiped sweat from his forehead.

If Oboro were here at this moment, he would notice that this man bore a striking resemblance to Ging and Gon.

That's right, he is the person Oboro has always wanted to find, Don Freecss.

It's just that the land area of the Dark Continent is too vast. Even with Oboro's mastery of Nen, searching for Don was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It had taken Oboro a considerable amount of time just to locate the area controlled by the tree god

In fact, Don was also in this area, but he had entered through a "door" and stepped into the territory of a certain ruler The two of them might have been very close at a certain point in time, but they had "passed by each other" without knowing.

One could only say they weren't destined to meet.

A sub-human approached and spoke to Don in an alien language.

Don seemed to understand and smiled, opening his mouth to communicate in return.

The life structures and systems of this continent, including the simple civilizations formed by the evolution of various ethnic groups, gave Don a sense of wonder each time he encountered something new. So even though he had been away from the human world for a long time, he remained fascinated and never grew tired.

He wanted to understand this rich and wonderful world.

Of course, he also understood the cruelty and rules of the Dark Continent.

However, compared to the 'real' side, he believed that these 'glories of life' created by various factors were more attractive.

After entering the door, you would find yourself in the 'city.'

The ecological chain here was obviously different from the outside. The most noticeable manifestation was the greater number of intelligent life forms whether they were sub-human races or "monsters."

After talking for a while, the sub-human suddenly turned and left. After a brief interval, he returned with a stone slab.

He pointed at the portrait on the slate, then pointed at Don.

Don examined it and was immediately shocked.

Although the carvings on the stone slab were relatively crude, the message they conveyed was crystal clear.

Between heaven and earth stood a small human figure atop the body of a gigantic "snake." Thousands of lightning bolts were falling from the sky, and there were "raindrop"-like objects floating in the air. Only after the sub-human's explanation did Don realize they were "souls."

Two terrifying creatures had fought, and the winner in the end was the human.

Humans

Humans from the island in the lake.

The sub-human was asking Don if he recognized the person depicted in the stone carving.

Don was stunned. Someone had set foot on the Dark Continent before him? Or could it be that pure-blooded humans had been living here all along?

Did human ancestors have their own territory on the Dark Continent?

According to the sub-human, this had happened a hundred years ago. A human had killed the ruler of a certain region, and the legend had spread among them

"One hundred years ago, humans?"

Don couldn't believe it.

In the Dark Continent, anything was possible.

Just when Don thought this might be an ancestor of mankind who had not participated in "evolution," the sub-human mumbled a few words and made gestures with its body.

This left Don stunned.

The sub-human said that this little man had come from the lake by boat

Extremely terrifying, a master of soul life.

Then he pointed to another small carving on the stone slab, which depicted a scene of a meeting between humans and gods.

Powerful creatures such as the Demon King were also kneeling around them.

""

The sub-human paused at the end of his explanation, trying his best to imitate human pronunciation, and called out a name.

A single syllable.

"Oboro."