He wanted to conjure a complete world, which was the space for player matches.
It involved five categories: equipment, resources, heroes, map, and rune skills!
Because his ability wasn't strong enough yet... the things conjured from the game trove were random.
What Oboro wanted to achieve was complete control and use of everything in the game!
Unfortunately, he still had to work hard.
He didn't need to go through any 'break-in period' to control this 'game world' because... he was too familiar with it.
Immediately afterward, soldiers wearing robes and pointed hats, holding shields and swords, archers... and even those riding siege carts, kept walking out of the black hole.
These minions in the game were slightly smaller than ordinary people, and their appearance was pixelated, but their numbers were astonishing. In the blink of an eye, they filled the arena.
The dreadlocked man was completely surrounded, and he couldn't see Oboro's shadow in his vision.
A group of melee soldiers raised their weapons and launched an attack on the dreadlocked man.
The latter quickly dodged, throwing out streaks of fist shadows. He found that these minions posed a limited threat to him... He could kill one with basically two punches. The swords slashing on his body, with Nen defense, were not fatal.
What was annoying was that there were too many minions... Just a swarm of them rushing up could crush him to death!
Not to mention, there were also cold arrows constantly shooting from among them...
The melee soldiers were fine, but what Eshimizu really feared were the archers... Because no matter how he dodged, the long arrows would always hit him accurately!
It seemed to be a 100% hit rate!
Why?!
"Is this really a Conjuration-type ability?!"
The dreadlocked man couldn't believe it.
Under the stage.
Biscuit, who had originally been waiting to see a good show, stood up the moment Oboro showed his ability, her expression was extremely serious.
Even Wing was seeing her like this for the first time.
"Is he really a Conjurer? I feel like he's more like a Specialist or..." Wing swallowed.
"He is a Conjurer!"
Biscuit took a deep breath, nodded, and said with certainty.
"It's just that his understanding of Nen is deeper than I thought! How could he... At his age, how could he... Logically speaking, only after studying Nen for an extremely long time can one realize this."
"What do you mean?"
Wing looked over.
"A Nen user's Nen attribute is not absolute! It's just that he is more suited to a certain type. For example, if a person's Nen power is 70% in Enhancement, 20% in Emission, and 10% in Transmutation, then he is an Enhancer! There are also people with 100% single attributes, but they are very rare! Nen users of a certain type almost all have the attributes of two adjacent types, but they are not obvious... A master of Nen can, to a certain extent, allow the attribute of Nen to roam between several Nen types, using some unique methods and characteristics... If someone is 100% of a certain type, then there is no way..."
Biscuit stared intently at the minions on the stage who were frantically besieging, and said in a deep voice: "He is a Conjurer, and the two attributes close to Conjuration are Transmutation and Specialization!"
"Most Conjurers conjure weapons and tools... This is the norm, and it is also the best way to grow and start."
"And his ability... is mixed with Specialization and Transmutation!"
"I should have noticed it earlier!"
Biscuit bit her finger, a chill rising from the soles of her feet.
Oboro's change and perception of aura was heaven-defying at this age!
This must have been through training...
The ridiculous thing was that she initially thought that Oboro had intentionally strengthened his perception of 'aura' in order to understand the 'essence of Nen' and improve his skills... Now it seemed that her idea was completely wrong!
This little bastard had taken this step in order to develop his own ability!
If he couldn't sense aura... or rather, energy, so thoroughly, Biscuit was sure that Oboro's ability would definitely die in the womb!
Shock, doubt, incomprehension, and other emotions appeared in Biscuit's beautiful eyes.
Because... this kind of understanding and use of Nen shouldn't appear on a young person, it's too contrary to common sense... If Oboro was an old senior who had lived for over a hundred years and was very powerful, it would be barely acceptable.
This kind of achievement has already surpassed 90% of the Hunters in the world.
Biscuit had also learned about this from Chairman Netero when she was young.
Although Nen users can roam between several Nen types, they generally don't do so, why?
Because it's useless!
You're an Enhancer, and you've always been developing Enhancement-type techniques... What makes you strong is the Enhancement type, why would you make things difficult for yourself?
But Oboro had found a way to use this concept or ability and made it perfect!
Biscuit even felt that Oboro had taught her a lesson.
The ability he conjured had fused the other two characteristics.
You have to know that roaming between Nen types is something that most newcomers who have just become Nen users don't know at all... It's like a child who has just entered elementary school, how could they know the knowledge in a university textbook?
And by the time they go to college, the developed Nen ability has already been finalized and cannot be changed... Even if they know, and can change it, you need to have the ability to develop the Nen ability to a level similar to Oboro's.
This requires you to do two things: one is to have a thorough understanding of Nen and have a wealth of knowledge.
The other is to have a detailed and subtle feeling for the essence of Nen, all life energy, so that you can achieve 'change'.
That is, Oboro's aura transformation.
Knowledge can be learned, but it takes time, a long time.
The understanding of life... This cannot be learned, it requires a certain talent.
This was also one of the reasons why she hesitated when Wing asked her if she could be as sensitive to aura as Oboro.
Not to mention Biscuit, she felt that even if Chairman Netero was here now, he would be shocked by Oboro's performance.
Even, a very absurd idea emerged in Biscuit's brain.
"This Oboro, definitely can't be a newbie who just became a Nen user not long ago at the age of eighteen... Who... is he really?"
"Master..."
Wing called out a few times.
"I'm going first!"
After Biscuit came back to her senses, she didn't watch the match anymore, and immediately turned to leave, as if she had something important to do.
"It's not over yet..."
Wing was stunned.
"There's no need to watch..."
The girl shook her pigtails, picked up her skirt, and ran away without looking back.
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! A lot of things that don't look like humans suddenly poured into the arena... Uh... or rather, puppets... an army?..."
"Contestant Eshimizu is completely surrounded! He's fighting hard..."
"Where is Contestant Oboro? Where is Contestant Oboro? We can't find his position anymore!"
The host's screams rang out in the arena.
On the stage, there was a flurry of swords and shadows, arrows flying everywhere, and small shells were repeatedly bombing, setting off a small area of black smoke and dust.
Turning the small and riddled arena into a smoky miniature battlefield.
"Why can't I dodge!"
Eshimizu was already on the verge of madness, complaining in his heart, and forcibly maintaining his composure.
Combat intuition and experience told him that he had to quickly find Oboro himself. As long as he killed him, this group of annoying soldiers would disappear.
Otherwise, when his Nen power was exhausted, his situation would be bad.
Although these minions didn't have high attacks, they still needed Nen to defend... Especially the archers and artillerymen, the sharp arrows they shot would hit him no matter how he turned his body and feet.
And the artillery's ammunition was the most powerful... He couldn't dodge it either, and every time he sensed the artillery fire coming, he had to output his Nen power to the maximum.
After a while... finally, Eshimizu saw hope.
The black hole from which the soldiers were constantly walking out had disappeared!
"Get out here!"
"I've changed my mind, I'm going to kill you!"
"You can't hide, wait until I get rid of these damn dummies..."
As the dreadlocked man shouted, the minions, whose numbers were no longer increasing, began to be quickly killed one by one, turning into phantom bubbles.
Oboro was actually standing a few meters behind him.
However, Eshimizu didn't notice at all... His attention and spirit had been distracted by the minions' attacks.
Oboro's Nen ability, 'The Game Trove of the Endless Illusionist', had a game rule that was easily overlooked!
Yes... When the game started, the rules had already been applied.
The attacks of the archers and artillerymen were directional... In other words, as long as you entered their attack range, there was no way to dodge.
This was the benefit of making the Nen ability more complex!
It was difficult to grasp...
"Die!"
After a while, Eshimizu seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, like an enraged beast, after clearing the melee soldiers, he instantly pounced on a group of archers, tearing the bodies of several soldiers to pieces with his sharp fist wind.
But just as he withdrew his moves and didn't have time to catch his breath, a shell shot through the air and hit his back, immediately exploding.
Although most of the arena had been cleared, it was still filled with black smoke, and the visibility was still somewhat cloudy.
The dreadlocked man's Nen power became weak, and this shell made his body stagger, and he directly knelt on the ground.
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