The characteristics that Oboro displayed were too comprehensive, and not of a single nature.
Prophecy, the predictability of fate, etc., these all belonged to abilities... But Oboro's Nen ability wasn't like that.
Since it wasn't an ability, then there was only the point of 'characteristics'.
The only thing that this characteristic could make Ging think of was the Dark Continent.
After all, that land was full of the unknown, and everything that seemed to be beyond common sense.
Oboro had been given some kind of characteristic, which might be innate, or it might be acquired... But it mostly wasn't something that the human world could have.
It wasn't that Ging hadn't thought of it. It was that other people's Nen abilities had helped Oboro achieve this point, but the scope of involvement and effect was too large. Second, if it was an ability, there would definitely be limitations.
It might need to make contact with the target, or at least collect the target's personal information, etc. If that was the case, they would definitely notice.
The Chairman, him, Biscuit, Pariston... Oboro might be able to silently hide it from one person, but he definitely couldn't hide it from everyone.
He hadn't even met Oboro, and his whereabouts these past few years had been elusive.
Moreover, this kind of Nen ability concerned 'prophecy and fate', and the difficulty of developing it was unimaginable.
In short, combining everything, this wasn't something that could be done artificially.
"And also... He should have ambitions for the Association. We must not let this kind of person take power. He's full of too much uncertainty, and is based on his personal will, and doesn't care about others. The old man should have also noticed this point... Fortunately, as long as the old man is around, he can be controlled to a certain extent. For the time being, it's still safe... I don't want to be enemies with this kind of guy. It's too troublesome."
In the middle lane of the game, Ging darted out from the bushes in the river, and effortlessly killed the enemy hero, who didn't have any vigilance, turning him into a stream of data that dissipated. The main body was teleported back to the spring, and the phantom-like corpse fell to the ground.
Ging reloaded his bullets, and murmured softly.
"Awesome!"
His teammates, who were the mafia members in the same group as Ging, exclaimed as they looked at the companion who had suddenly killed them.
They couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and praised him.
Then, when they saw the level number on Ging's head, they were immediately stunned.
"You... How are you already level 6? You're higher than me..."
This person opened his mouth wide.
The latter was only level 4.
Ging glanced at him, was too lazy to explain, and ran away quickly.
"Wait... Teach me how to level up..."
Unexpectedly, the teammate behind him actually chased after him, and didn't even care about the minion wave.
"..."
Ging was a bit speechless, and immediately had him return to his original position. He would use mental communication, which was the team voice, to tell the few people the detailed gameplay he had observed.
...
Oboro had been waiting in the hall outside the game until it was dark.
He still hadn't seen Ging come out...
Oboro asked the manager, and learned that... This guy had been leading a temporarily formed team to play the game, and hadn't lost since the first game. He had already won twelve consecutive games.
Moreover, the time to end the game was very short. It was a complete crushing game.
"If this continues, it won't take him a few days to start playing ranked games... This speed far exceeds our initial estimates." The manager said in disbelief.
"It's okay. Let him play..."
Oboro chuckled.
He was addicted to the game...
However, the game emphasized confrontation. It was very boring to just crush noobs... It was estimated that Ging's enthusiasm would soon fade.
What he needed was the struggle of high-end players.
The level of mafia Nen ability users obviously couldn't satisfy Ging.
It didn't match him either.
Ging's energy was very strong. He finally quit the game until the next morning, and was teleported back to the hall.
"How was it?"
Oboro looked at the man with a smile on his face.
"The content is simple, and it's easy to get started... But the gameplay isn't boring. The fun doesn't come from the game itself, but is reflected in the players. In this regard, it has surpassed Greed Island. Of course, there are also shortcomings. There are still many aspects that can be enriched..."
Ging smiled.
"Then I'll leave it to you later. The official release time is in nine months."
"What you want me to do isn't the game content, but how to use this game to further satisfy the fruits you harvest in the 'player agreement', right?"
"Don't tell me you'll have a sense of guilt."
Oboro said calmly.
"Of course not. Even if your purpose is directly stated, I think... There will still be a large number of players flocking to it. They're for the sake of profit, and so are you... It's very fair." Ging said honestly.
Winning all the time had also earned him a lot of money.
There wasn't anything worth him valuing on these mafia Nen ability users.
Only the Jenny was a bit valuable... He was more pursuing the fun of the game.
"However, I want to add a requirement." Ging suddenly held up a finger, and emphasized.
Oboro also laughed, and nodded.
"First, during the beta test, I have the right to invite people other than the mafia to enter the game."
"People from the Association, right? Pariston?"
Oboro exposed him, "It's not very meaningful... I dare to let you enter the game, and I'm not worried about what consequences it will cause. You're like this, and so is Pariston. Using him to restrain me is purely wasting time... Moreover, what he's staring at isn't just me, but also you! In order to pull me in, you're getting yourself dirty, and it's not easy to get away. Why bother?"
"I just simply want them to experience the fun of your game... I think your game content is helpful to the growth of Nen ability users." Ging's expression didn't change.
"It seems... You think my potential threat is greater than Pariston's..." Oboro's smile was a bit playful.
He continued, "Okay, I agree. I'll have someone contact the Association, and have all of the Zodiacs come... And also the Chairman."
Hearing that it also included the Chairman, Ging's eyes flashed.
It was a very clever handling.
As expected... It wasn't that easy to restrict him.
"Second, I want to know the real purpose behind your agreement! If I guessed correctly, you... Shouldn't be able to enter the game right now, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be waiting for me here..." Ging said.
"You've already guessed the purpose. Why ask me... As you think, it's for going to the Dark Continent one day in the future." Oboro's statement was very vague.
It was indeed also the answer.
"As expected."
Ging pressed his hat with one hand, and sighed, "It's related to strength, huh..."
"The deal is done."
Oboro continued, "Besides the game content, I hope that you can protect the safety of this island as much as possible in these few months. You should have also guessed that... This island is very important to me right now. I need to rely on it to complete some things. You can use your methods to take some measures to maintain the stability of the Association, or even more directly sanction me. Even if you set up some traps and plans specifically for me, it's all okay."
Oboro had already seen through Ging's thoughts.
He was just delaying his 'progress'... Ging thought that the time for him to go to the Dark Continent would be faster than what outsiders thought!
The chain reaction caused by doing so... He didn't dare to think about it.
It was difficult for him to stop Oboro head-on. Therefore, he could only use this method.
"If something goes wrong, you know what the consequences will be..."
Oboro said.
"I've already signed that agreement. It seems that it's useless to regret it now..."
Ging pretended to ignore Oboro's threat, and smiled.
They were both threatening each other. One was using the game to hold him hostage, and the other was using his family.
Neither of them dared to take the risk.
This was unavoidable... In order to go offline faster, Oboro had to use Ging.
And Ging Freecss, who didn't even care about Pariston, had suddenly become interested in Hero Island, and had even been willing to personally get involved... In fact, it was for Oboro as a person!
He thought that Oboro was very dangerous... Possibly more serious than what the Chairman had judged.
And Ging thought that his situation was undoubtedly at a disadvantage.
Because... Oboro might be familiar with everything about him, but he didn't know much about Oboro yet. The only place he could strike first was the game.
It was also because the old man was around that the two sides could only play their cards on the table.
They weren't hostile or had become enemies. They were just purely... Leaving a back-up plan for themselves, or for the future.
Immediately after, Oboro left directly under Ging's gaze.
After arriving at the beach, Oboro immediately instructed Mondale, "According to what I said, issue an invitation to the Zodiacs in the name of the Phyllis Family, but... Remember, after Pariston enters the game, ban his account directly."
After saying this, Oboro revealed a cold smile.
"Understood."
Mondale responded.
"Hehe..."
Ging Freecss was really trying hard to restrain him.
This should be the first time since he had entered the Association that someone had seen him so thoroughly. Even Netero hadn't done it.
But, it wasn't surprising either.
Ging Freecss, as expected of you.
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