HxH: I Will Be Supreme

Sorry for the late chapter, was really busy yesterday, and even today I was mad busy, plus I'm super tired when I get back home. i have advanced chapters but they need extra editing before they are posted, it's a reason you see in my Reviews praise the grammar and quality even if the story isn't all that. (LIES, THE STORY A BANGER!! TRUST ME)

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"I was just lying down, feeling a little sleepy, and you decided to wake me up. How annoying"

In a spacious, luxurious hall, a man in silk pajamas and slippers pushed open the door with visible irritation.

A woman in an elegant modern dress followed close behind.

They sat down on a sofa, the man casually draping his arm around her shoulders, his hands wandering inappropriately.

The woman seemed to enjoy the attention.

"The one called Oboro will be here shortly."

A few feet away, a stern-faced middle-aged man inserted a video into the player.

"So I had to get up for him? Just to talk to you?"

The man scratched his ear and gestured dramatically, "Come on, you three, why so serious? He's just some nobody who came out of nowhere."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged man's sharp stare silenced him.

The man flinched slightly and scoffed.

"This is footage from his matches in Heaven's Arena, watch carefully!" The middle-aged man scanned the room with a warning in his eyes.

Then he sat down and focused on the screen.

The TV flickered to life.

The man on the sofa finally turned his attention to it.

The room fell silent except for the sound of the video.

After several frames played, the middle-aged man who was the head of security for the Fells family addressed his four colleagues, "Rod was killed by him just a few hours ago. According to Jiaku's report, Rod had no chance to defend himself, he was eliminated instantly.

The group exchanged glances.

"Rod was our weakest when he applied, I warned you that taking him on would only drag us down, but you wouldn't listen." The pajama-clad man spoke first, shooting a contemptuous glance at the middle-aged man.

Instead of addressing Oboro's situation, he'd gone straight to assigning blame.

"He's a Conjurer, but his fighting style is more like an Enhancer."

A figure spoke from the corner.

"Best to keep your distance. His abilities seem to be very versatile. Beyond his initial technique of summoning 'soldiers', the rest remain unknown." The Nen user sitting near the middle-aged man stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"I shouldn't need to emphasize the crucial points: the boss will arrive soon, and this Oboro guy is extremely dangerous! We must minimize all potential risks and maintain absolute control. The boss's safety is paramount If anything goes wrong, none of you will survive the consequences!"

The middle-aged man's cold tone left no room for argument.

"Especially you, Bert!"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

The man in the pajamas replied dismissively.

"I'll outline the security protocol and you fill in the blanks."

The middle-aged man began to give instructions.

Shortly after the instructions were given, three members left the hall in succession.

Bert and his companion remained on the couch. As the door closed, he spat, "What an act, just because he's been here a few years longer, damn old dog."

"Bert, don't be angry, I see an opportunity here."

The woman in his arms spoke with calculated sweetness.

"What do you mean?"

Bert caught her implied tone.

"If..." The woman laughed softly and brought her lips to his ear to whisper.

Hearing her words, Bert's bored expression changed to one of keen interest.

"My clever girl~~"

"Hmph, it's all for your benefit."

"Hahaha."

Oboro followed the mobsters back to Tandon and arrived at an estate.

"Out." Someone opened the car door and spoke to the apparently sleeping Oboro.

They had never seen an outsider so relaxed before meeting the boss.

"We're here?" Oboro opened his eyes, stretched and got out.

"Follow me, and don't try anything foolish. Any consequences will be yours alone." The bespectacled man warned from ahead.

Oboro raised his hands in mock surrender.

Together they entered the manor. What caught Oboro's attention wasn't the imposing castle, but the extensive surveillance system. Countless guards patrolled in overlapping patterns, only dozens of meters apart. These sentries wore earpieces and communication devices, their sharp eyes tracking Oboro's every move as they quietly reported.

Chained dogs barked wildly throughout the compound.

Oboro's ears twitched at the sound and he cast a casual glance at the dogs.

Immediately, the barking stopped.

The guards watched in shock as their ferocious dogs tucked their tails, some even urinated in fear, straining at their leashes in a desperate attempt to escape.

Oboro looked away.

'Thorough,' that word came to mind. Were all Mafia bosses that paranoid?

It suited their status and their cautious nature.

In the canon timeline, the Ten Dons ran huge criminal enterprises but rarely appeared in public. With countless enemies in the underworld, security was paramount.

He noticed that the grounds of the estate were unkempt with weeds growing freely, this wasn't the permanent base of the Fells family, probably a temporary location.

"You're quite respectful," Oboro's lips curved slightly.

The bespectacled man looked back and led him into the castle.

After climbing the stairs, they crossed a long corridor before stopping at an armored door.

A middle-aged man with gray hair stood guard.

The security was indeed extensive.

"A Nen user who specializes in En."

Oboro mentally noted.

"The boss is waiting." The bespectacled middle-aged man nodded, studying Oboro before speaking.

He turned and opened the door, revealing an opulent hall.

"Please."

The middle-aged man gestured for him to enter.

Oboro entered without hesitation. Immediately in front of him, a figure smoking a cigar sat in an executive chair with his back turned.

In front of the desk lay an unconscious, bruised figure - Charles, beaten beyond recognition.

"One, two, three."

Oboro's eyes scanned the room and counted.

Besides himself and the boss, four others occupied room number five.

The middle-aged man had entered behind him and closed the door.

A scantily clad couple lounged on a sofa.

A male secretary stood beside the Mafia boss, and another figure lurked in the upper corner of the hall. Though their auras were well hidden, Oboro could sense their presence.

A total of five Nen users!

Quite a reception!

"You have impressive nerve."

The boss's chair remained turned away as he spoke, "To steal from my casinos!"

"I appreciate the compliment."

Oboro smiled weakly.

The occupants of the room hadn't expected such a reaction, their breathing faltered.

"Your establishments are open for business, and you're willing to be the house, so of course you accept the risk of losses. I just had a lucky streak of correct bets."

Swish.

The leather chair turned to reveal a man holding a cigar.

He exuded authority, a true elite, with an almost aristocratic bearing.

Younger than expected.

Under forty, immaculately dressed, multiple rings of great value adorning both hands.

"Fells Garu, that's my name."

The boss kept his composure and spoke evenly: "Heaven's Arena betting has always been the main source of income for my casinos. Others have tried to exploit it over the years. Would you like to guess their fate?"

Oboro waited silently.

"Not just them, but their families paid the price for their mistakes!"

"You have talent, so I'll make you an offer."

"And what would that be?"

Oboro raised an eyebrow.

"Return the money and work for me."

"If I refuse?"

Oboro pressed.

"Decline? Then you die. You two are in this together, so neither of you walks away." The man on the sofa scoffed.

He meant Charles and Oboro.

"I understand that you martial artists tend to be eccentric, but this world belongs to the few, and power is absolute! To be charitable, your talent and luck have earned you a place in my family, but honestly, people like you are mere strays. To be noticed by someone of my status is your only value and highest honor."

Garu spoke as if stating simple facts.

Oboro's smile faded as he rubbed his temples. "Such arrogance, however, I understand. From your perspective, the world may appear that way."

"May I ask, how does your family rank in the underworld? Compared to the Ten Dons?"

Garu's cigar-holding fingers twitched, but he remained silent.

"Ah, I seem to have hit a nerve."

Oboro tilted his head slightly and smiled: "I didn't come to negotiate. I just find you annoying, so I plan to kill everyone here to prevent future disturbances."

"Hahahahahahahaha!"

"Oh my God, did you hear that?!!"

The man on the sofa burst out in theatrical laughter, clapping his hands while looking at Oboro like some exotic specimen.

He turned to his companion.

The woman joined in the laughter.

Her confusion about the situation was obvious.

"The arrogance is not mine, but yours."

Garu showed neither surprise nor fear at Oboro's words, only disappointment.

"To kill me?

"Many wish me dead, not only you."

"You can join them among the strays, you belong to the strays after all."

As the boss finished speaking, the lights went out with a sharp click, plunging the hall into darkness.

Oboro flexed his fingers, the joints cracking softly.

"How interesting, I have been underestimated."