Rebirth in HxH World With Gardevoir

To put it into perspective— Even Ging Freecss, one of the world's five strongest Nen users, is a Two-Star Ruins Hunter. Larry took a deep breath, rubbing his temple. "...So, they're really just handing me this title, huh?"

Satotz chuckled."It's not 'just' a title. You've already done the work to earn it."

Larry smirked slightly. "Yeah, yeah… but still. Feels weird." Ging was also a Two-Star Ruins Hunter. But according to Larry's own assessment, Ging's achievements should have been Three-Star level. The only reason Ging hadn't reached that rank was simply because he didn't care. He never bothered to file for recognition. He just did whatever the hell he wanted. Larry could respect that. "Still A Two-Star Hunter before I even get my license… huh?"He chuckled, shaking his head. 'Well. These fancy titles mean nothing. In the end, only raw strength matters!'

Larry's new two-star Ruins Hunter title? The association probably gave it to him to win him over. But what really makes him invaluable is his Nen ability—his power to remove Nen is unheard of! A master like him is someone they have to befriend. In the world of Hunters, Nen removers are worth their weight in gold. And a Nen remover who can effortlessly erase a dead aura in some ancient ruin? That's a whole different level of importance!

But it doesn't stop there, Larry also have a second title, this new title almost seems secondary. But it's still an achievement that most Hunters could only dream of—Larry is now officially a one-star Bounty Hunter! This isn't just some honorary recognition. It's a reward for eliminating criminals who operated out of pure rage and jealousy.

Larry hadn't expected this, but after a moment of thought, it made sense. He'd wiped out one-third of an S-class criminal gang—an insane contribution to the bounty system. Criminals of this level are usually at least A-rank, and even among elite Hunters, few have the guts or skill to take them down. But this kind of recognition also comes with a price—revenge.

The gang's remaining members won't just sit back and let this go. The next thing Larry has to deal with is their retaliation. Taking out one or two enemies isn't hard. The real challenge is facing the entire gang coming after him with everything they've got! It's a situation similar to what happened with Silva Zoldyck. He once took on a job to assassinate a member of the Phantom Troupe. That should've been the end of it—but the Troupe didn't take it lying down. Silva had the strength to handle them, so he didn't suffer much. But financially? It was a massive loss.

The Zoldyck family has their own rules about assassination. In their eyes, every kill has a price, and if you can afford it, they'll take the job. But if the target is too strong, they'll quote an absurdly high price—not rejecting the job outright, but discouraging the employer from following through. For them, killing is all about precision. They only eliminate their target. If they have to kill anyone else in the process, that's a loss.

In Silva's case, the employer only paid him to kill one member of the Phantom Troupe. But in the end, he had to deal with the entire group's retaliation—so financially, it wasn't worth it. Since then, the Zoldycks have significantly raised their prices for any job involving the Troupe. It's a way to subtly warn others—mess with us, and you'll pay for it.

Meanwhile, as Larry and Satotz chatted, Gon and the others, who had been obediently following behind, finally met Killua. Leorio, completely out of breath, was struggling to keep up. His face, with its mature, uncle-like features, was drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, a silver-haired kid appeared next to him, effortlessly cruising along on a skateboard. Leorio, already exhausted, felt like this was just adding insult to injury. "Oi! Brat! What's with the skateboard?! That's cheating!"

Leorio, fuming, jabbed a finger at Killua. "Huh? Then what about the guy in front of us riding a dog? Why aren't you complaining about him?"

Killua shot back lazily, pointing toward Larry. Leorio opened his mouth, then closed it. He also wanted to know where Larry's dog had come from… but calling out Larry when he was clearly leagues above them felt like a terrible idea. Seeing this, Gon quickly stepped in to ease the situation. "The examiner just told us to follow him—he never said we couldn't use tools!"

Gon's explanation piqued Killua's interest. That was how he and Gon officially met for the first time. As the first exam continued, more and more participants began dropping out, unable to keep up with the grueling pace. Those still in the race were barely hanging on. Most of them looked like exhausted workhorses, panting and struggling to keep moving forward. The dimly lit tunnel echoed only with the sounds of their unsteady footsteps—everyone was too drained to talk.

At this point, every bit of energy counted. A long-distance run like this wasn't just physically exhausting—it was a mental battle. They had no clue how much farther they had to go, or how long this would last. Every step forward was a gamble. The oppressive, dark tunnel felt like a massive, inverted bowl trapping them inside. The mood was grim. And this was just the first exam. No wonder only one or two people passed the Hunter Exam each year. The brutal elimination rate made perfect sense—this was a challenge no ordinary person could handle. Finally, through the haze of exhaustion, they spotted something ahead—a long staircase leading upward.

At the top, bathed in light, was the finish line. One by one, candidates reached the top. And one by one, they collapsed to the ground like survivors of a disaster. Their chests heaved violently as they sucked in air, their arms and legs numb. For most of them, even standing felt like a luxury. A select few, those with superior physical endurance, managed to stay upright. They remained in a defensive stance, cautious even after clearing the first hurdle. Just because they passed this round didn't mean they could let their guard down.

A dense fog loomed not far ahead, stretching across the horizon and blocking the view beyond. Whatever lay behind that mist was undoubtedly dangerous—one deadly threat after another, hidden just out of sight. As the candidates caught their breath, Satotz glanced at the chattering group and spoke in a calm but firm voice. "The time is up. From this point forward, anyone who arrives will be considered disqualified from the first exam."