Everything originated from the 'memory bank' that this young man brought with him.
"You're not allowed to go!"
A crack appeared on the teacup in Netero's hand.
The old man, who had always been kind and benevolent, suddenly had a solemn expression, and was even a little cold... He stared straight at Oboro.
That kind of gaze... That kind of invisible pressure.
Instantly... Made Oboro stop breathing.
The hair on his whole body stood on end!
He wanted to resist instinctively... But he found that even moving a finger... Wasn't easy.
Bean and Biscuit, who were on the side, were also dumbfounded... And were also unable to speak and act.
The old man... Was extremely rarely, serious!
Throughout the conversation between the two, they hadn't mentioned the Dark Continent.
But both sides knew what the other was talking about.
Had he figured me out?
"As expected of you."
Oboro withstood the aura that the old man had burst out with, and praised in his heart.
On the side, Biscuit's heart was trembling... She had also heard the meaning, and knew that the Chairman was referring to the Dark Continent.
But... Why was he treating Oboro with this kind of attitude?!
She had never seen the old man be so strict and cautious with anyone.
You had to know that the Hunters in the Association often mentioned the Dark Continent... This was all too normal, and some would even say jokingly in front of Netero that they wanted to explore the Dark Continent.
The old man would just smile and give a warning, say that people would die... And then he would turn the page.
Why?
Why was he treating Oboro like this?...
Just because he was like Beyond?
There were only a handful of people inside the Association who knew about the fact that the Chairman had another son. Biscuit happened to be one of them. This was a secret...
That absolutely couldn't be said. However, with her understanding of the Chairman, even if he was like Beyond, it wouldn't be to this extent, right...
Were there other reasons?
Or was it that... Oboro's hidden danger might be even greater than that person's...
"If my strength one day surpasses yours, then you won't be able to stop me..." Oboro suddenly opened his mouth, and made eye contact with Netero.
"You can do it first."
Netero said in a deep voice, "From the day you joined the Association, as long as your strength isn't as good as mine, or I haven't died yet... You can't set foot there!"
"It's best if you don't even have the idea..."
"Is this... The constraint you're giving me?"
Oboro smiled slightly, "You really set a trap for me, but... It can also be considered goodwill. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."
From Netero's perspective, if he hadn't become a member of the Association, in the near future, maybe a few years later or ten years later, with his personality, he could completely use the Mafia forces and the official pawns to secretly smuggle himself to the Dark Continent.
And even getting a permit wasn't without a chance...
But now that he had the identity of the Association... Things were a little different.
Of course, Oboro could also sense that... Netero was acting out of protection.
Was he protecting him?
No... It was more about protecting humanity.
Going to the Dark Continent to die... Didn't matter.
What he was afraid of was that people wouldn't die, and would come back...
Suddenly, the old man withdrew his aura, and the three people in the room suddenly felt the pressure disappear.
Hot water overflowed from the broken teacup, and Bean hurriedly picked up a handkerchief, and began to wipe the ground while kneeling.
"I know you're very smart... But you're too incredibly bold.. No one dares to be sure what choices you'll make at any time." The old man showed a warm smile.
It was as if the scene just now was an illusion.
"So, you're tying me to your side and watching me?" Oboro said lightly.
"Tie? Who can tie down a guy like you?! At most, I'm just taking care of you as an elder 'before you come of age'..." Netero smiled.
"Heh... Then I really thank you."
Oboro said mockingly.
"You're welcome..."
"After going around in a circle like this, and giving me a warning, you're satisfied? Can we talk about business now... Hurry up." Oboro urged.
A way to become stronger!
Biscuit, who was on the side, narrowed her eyes... It was fortunate that it was her. If it was someone else, they would probably be confused by the conversation between these two big and small foxes, and be very anxious.
Sometimes she could understand, and sometimes these two seemed to be speaking in code.
She had to deduce and analyze it to understand.
"Ho ho... Young people these days really can't hold back their tempers..."
Netero gave an instruction, and Bean handed Oboro a document that had been prepared long ago, and told him to take a look.
"You know the Republic of East Gorteau, right?"
Seeing Oboro flipping through the document, Bean said: "We received news that there's a tribal group inside this country that's quite special... The Association needs to send someone to investigate."
"Because this country is completely closed off, and it's not a member state either, the outside world knows very little about it."
Oboro's heart skipped a beat.
He had thought that what the Chairman had said about a way to become stronger was a method or cultivation, but he never expected that it would actually be a mission!
Moreover... The Republic of East Gorteau?
It was isolated from the world... It gave off a similar feeling to Meteor City.
It was also the dictatorial, monarchical small country that would be occupied by the Chimera Ant King Meruem in the future.
"The meaning of needing to investigate... Is that they have a potential danger to society, right?"
Oboro was a little wary. The Republic of East Gorteau was disconnected from the outside world. Whatever riots happened inside were their own business... Not to mention the Association, even V5 had no right to interfere... This small country, like Kakin, wasn't a member state, and the regulations set by V5 had no constraints on it.
And the fact that they needed to send someone special to go there implied that... The problem with this tribe was very big, and once it broke out, it wouldn't just be the area of East Gorteau that would be affected... It was similar in nature to the Chimera Ants.
Judging from the original work, the impact probably wasn't that serious, since there was no related description.
Or it had been resolved by the Association.
In other words... This mission was an event that was beyond Oboro's memory.
It was full of uncertainty.
"This information is too simple... There aren't any important clues, just a map." Oboro closed the file, and said calmly.
"Given their national conditions, there's no way around it... Otherwise, we wouldn't have sent someone to go."
Bean said.
"The difficulty is very high... There will be danger to your life. You can refuse!" Netero smiled and stretched out a finger, giving a suggestion.
"Completing the mission will allow my strength to be significantly enhanced... Are you sure?"
Oboro wasn't moved, and shook the document in his hand.
"Hmm."
The old man nodded.
Oboro had a feeling that this mission... was very troublesome.
Tribes...
There were many mysterious and special ethnic groups distributed on the various continents, such as the Kurta Clan, the mummy wrapped in bandages in the Troupe, and the Gyudondond Tribe, full of holes, from which Bonolenov was born. These were just a few of them.
After all, the human continent today was just a small island in the center of the Moebius Lake of the entire world, and humans had only migrated from the Dark Continent in ancient times.
Different ethnic groups had different cultures and beliefs...
The danger was also different.
"Alright."
Oboro thought for a moment, and agreed.
"Good luck... I have high hopes for you!" Netero winked.
"..."
Oboro.
He understood that the old man had calculated that he was eager for power...
"You're not going alone, are you?" Biscuit, who was on the side, hurriedly spoke.
"Of course not, I'm going to prepare."
Oboro slowly got up.
"Do you want help? Although my relationship with you isn't very harmonious, but... Who told this beauty to be kind-hearted? If you lower your posture and ask me, I can still agree to it. Anyway, I don't have anything to do recently... However... My reward isn't low..."
Seeing this, Biscuit showed a smug look, preparing to extort a sum.
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