Chapter 82: Fighting Alone
"Welcome to the Misty Island."
When they set foot on the island, a short-haired woman appeared with a smile, "I am the examiner of this exam, Sandra."
"Friendly reminder, this island is just like its name. There will be a thick fog every eight hours. Each fog lasts for about an hour. The fog contains toxic substances. I have placed a hundred resource packages on the island. There are antidotes in them, but there is only one dose of antidote in each package, and one dose can only be used once."
"Do you remember the number plates you got at the beginning? I hope you didn't lose them."
As soon as she said this, some people subconsciously touched themselves, and those who were still wearing it took it off subconsciously and put it away properly.
The examiner, Sandra, smiled meaningfully and said, "One number plate can get two antidotes. The test lasts two days, and you will experience five fogs."
"In addition to the necessary survival tasks, you will also need to draw lots later. Each person will draw a task, which may be to find a flower, a blade of grass, or to pull the hair of some strange animal. Compared to the survival task, this is very simple. Everyone has a hint."
"By the way, because of the special exam environment, you are allowed to give up the exam midway. At the end of the third exam, the examiner should have reminded you to wear the wristbands from the previous exam. In this exam, if you feel you can't hold on any longer, you can press the give up button on the wristband, and someone will come to pick you up."
"This is the fourth exam. Those who can get here must be one in a million strong. As long as you pass this exam, you will be infinitely close to the hunter license you want most. Please do your best."
It's really dangerous. According to the rules of the game, each person needs five antidotes, which means one hundred and seventy-five antidotes, which is far less than the antidotes stored on the island. After a candidate uses up his number plate, he needs to snatch the antidote from two other people. In this process, there will be an extra bottle of antidote. There is a lot of room for manipulation whether to use the extra bottle for recruitment or just throw it away.
Kuroro believed that if someone had the opportunity to get more antidotes after getting enough to satisfy himself, he would destroy it without hesitation. Destroying one was equivalent to having one less opponent.
He sighed inwardly, it was indeed impossible to lead everyone through the customs together.
Sandra's eyes swept over them, focusing on a few people. She said, "Do you see the airship behind me? Get on it now. I will fly around the island later, and you will land randomly somewhere on the island."
As one of the people being focused on, Chrollo: …
There is a feeling of being targeted.
This move separated everyone and made it impossible to form a team in a short period of time.
Kuroro took the opportunity to tell them to be careful about their own safety.
Sandra only gave a brief introduction to the island, and no one knew what other dangers were hidden there. They were here to get a hunter's license, not to die.
In order to ensure safety, Kuroro prepared more than a dozen blood-locking equipment early in the morning, which would definitely allow him to survive even serious injuries and hold on until the last moment.
Everyone went skydiving again.
The fourth exam officially begins.
The old clouds in the sky keep moving away, and a group of new clouds come.
The dusk deepened.
The huge airship disappeared into the night, and only the occasional moonlight breaking through the clouds illuminated its outline, and it could be seen patrolling above the desolate island.
The candidates didn't know that there were various types of surveillance cameras almost everywhere on the Misty Island, transmitting clear images to the monitoring room on the airship.
"Oh my, there are so many talented people here." The old man with a white high ponytail touched his beard, laughed loudly and sighed.
Dozens of small screens in the monitoring room show different candidates. Some are taking this time to rest, some are tirelessly searching for antidotes and mission items, and some are hiding in secluded places to avoid being discovered and robbed by other candidates.
The antidote is not placed in a particularly remote place, and the candidates can find it if they are careful, so no candidate has given up or died yet.
Sandra crossed her arms, her eyes lingering on a few of the screens, "There are so many special candidates this year, I'm a little curious about the final results."
Netero: "No matter who they are, they are still hunters of the association."
Sandra didn't comment, "Kuroro, Sawada Tsunayoshi, Kuroko Tetsuya..."
She read them one by one, and after reading a few names she let out a groan of annoyance, "This team is the wonder of this year's Hunter Exam. I've seen groups come, but this is the first time I've seen a team with so many people."
Netero was also surprised. "It's like they're a group here to clear a dungeon. But they are really strong."
"The weakest girl in the team is called Sarasa. She is considered outstanding among the candidates."
Sandra: "But without the help of her companions, she probably wouldn't have made it here."
She paused, thinking of something, "But she's pretty good at drama."
"Do you like it? You can ask for an autograph after the exam. I also plan to ask for a few." Netero winked playfully, causing Sandra to turn her head away in disgust.
"You still like this?"
"I'm not some old, backward guy. My favorite kid in the film is Sawada Tsunayoshi. He looks very powerful."
Sandra recalled, "That kid Yuji Itadori was even more powerful. He broke a tree that three people had to hug with one punch."
"It's not that kind of power, it's spiritual power." Netero stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right.
Sandra didn't want to talk about these weird things with Netero.
Netero asked, "Do you have a favorite idol? I remember Eclipse, that's what it's called, it's very popular in recent years, and there are many people in the association who like it."
"Not in recent years, it's been ten years." She flipped her hair, "But sorry, I'm not interested in chicks like this, I like mature men."
"There are many kinds of likes. Some fans call themselves mom fans." Netero was surprisingly knowledgeable about this aspect.
The bean-faced man was sitting in front of the operating table and suddenly said, "President, the surveillance camera has been broken."
"Hmm?" Netero leaned forward to take a look. He remembered whose image was on the screen before. "It was Agarini, right? He is also a very special guy."
Netero secretly observed the candidates. He paid special attention to Agalini for a slightly different reason from the other candidates. He intuitively felt that there was something different about this candidate, which made him feel deceived.
He had encountered this situation before. That person was a Psychic user who had the ability to perform illusions. When that Psychic user used his ability, he would give him this feeling.
Vision, hearing, touch, etc. are all covered by a layer of false mask, and when absorbing information from the world, they are distorted into something completely different from reality, but the mind ignores the abnormal cognition, allowing the user of the ability to achieve a real-life effect.
However, this candidate named Agalini was obviously more powerful than the illusionists he had met before, but he didn't know what the mask he was wearing was.
"It doesn't matter if it's broken. We can just switch to a monitor with a different angle of view." Netero was very generous. This was not the first time that a candidate had broken his monitor. With so many people, there would always be someone who hated the feeling of being spied on.
Bean-faced man: "Okay, President."
In the early morning, the island was covered by a layer of mist, as if it was covered with a light gauze. The sunlight penetrated the clouds and fell on the island, dyeing the mist into a light golden color, which sprinkled in the dense forest and coated the branches and leaves with a layer of soft light. The sea in the distance also shimmered with golden waves under the light.
Beneath the beauty of this island lies a murderous intent.
The first candidate to give up appeared, and rescuers descended from the sky, put him on a stretcher, tied him up with ropes, and took him back to the airship.
The Misty Island is very large, with dense vegetation and diverse terrain. It is difficult for candidates to meet someone unless they specifically look for him/her, so anxious candidates have begun to follow the trail to find other candidates in an attempt to snatch the number plates.
The war on the island intensified.
Almost every three to four hours someone quit or died.
Netero and Sandra were watching the candidates on the airship, and whenever a candidate did something surprising, they would make amazed noises as if they were watching a movie.
Sandra: "That guy named Kuroko Tetsuya, did he turn on invisibility? He only targeted one person? Why is the person whose number plate he stole so blind?"
"It's just the ability to reduce his presence. He can be so unobstructed in danger. He has to train hard. His physical strength is not bad, and his skills in survival and finding things are obviously specially trained."
Netero paused for a moment. "To be precise, the five children in that idol group have all received training, and the various techniques they use are obviously of the same school."
"Only these five? Could it be that their company hired a coach to teach them?" Sandra had heard of Yiyuan Entertainment Company. People on the Internet said that the company's boss doted on those five little idols and gave them everything.
Of course Sandra didn't believe it. As a capitalist, she would definitely stick to the cash cow. But when the cash tree is no longer useful, she would change her face faster than anyone else.
"I don't know about that. But that entertainment company is indeed extraordinary. Five such outstanding talents were picked up to become idols." Netero felt amazed.
"Birds of a feather flock together." Sandra randomly clicked on a few screens, "Ugine, Nobunaga, Machi... these are all members of the Phantom Troupe, and they are all Nen users."
Sandra clicked her tongue twice, "Just tell me if it's strange, there are so many people with Nen ability. And they are not very old."
Netero put his hands behind his back, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he responded, "It's really amazing."
"They all seem to have come from Meteor Street. That place has undergone tremendous changes in recent years. It's not surprising to have so many talented people, but it's strange that all the talented people are from the same place. It can be called magical."
Netero shook his head. "There have always been a few people in Meteor Street, so it's normal for a few talented people to emerge. Those who didn't make it in the past would have died halfway. But since it changed, the protection of children has also increased, and children with outstanding abilities have naturally gathered together."
"What you said makes sense, but the talent output rate is too high. The most important thing for Meteor Street now is to open a training institution. Aren't Kuroro and others a ready-made successful example?" Sandra teased.
As time went by, the number of candidates continued to decrease. Some gave up midway, while others died before they had the chance to give up.
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