Ice and Snow Ski Resort, Hall No.
3.
This was a warehouse about the size of a small playground, its interior equipment cleared out to be used solely for the temporary waiting of examinees.
The ceiling was fitted with multiple lamps, making it brightly lit.
At this moment, over two hundred examinees were gathered here.
“Screeeech—”
The old, rusted iron door let out a sharp sound as it opened.
In an environment that had been silent, the sound of the door opening was like a thunderclap in the middle of the night—exceptionally striking, instantly attracting the attention of countless people.
As fellow examinees of the Hunter Exam, everyone was a competitor to one another, so they paid close attention to each other.
The iron door slowly opened, revealing a handsome, young, and calm face.
Lynn was dressed in a simple casual outfit, walking in with composure, with the petite and cute Chopper by his feet.
He was currently 27 years old, but after learning Nen Ability, he appeared even younger, looking like he was only in his early twenties.
Considering the possibility of facing Hisoka, Lynn decided to have Chopper act together with his Clone; having an extra helper meant one more shred of hope.
Since the Clone only shared abilities and did not include the emission and retraction of Nen Ability, he could only keep Chopper with him.
Examinees were allowed to bring pets, including but not limited to monkeys, bees, etc.
Average build, no weapons, just a bit handsome…
Seeing this, some examinees secretly rejoiced, as in their eyes, Lynn was someone with no competitiveness.
As for that tanuki?
It must be here for comedic effect.
With thin arms and legs, it was useless aside from being cute.
“Here you go, please take your number plate.”
“Please make sure to hang it on your chest, and be careful not to lose it.”
A short staff member, whose head was shaped like a large pea, handed the number plate to Lynn with a gentle tone.
It was none other than the Hunter Association Chairman’s direct secretary, Beans.
Beans was an extremely rare plant-type Demonic Beast that possessed a high level of intelligence, which was why it was assigned the role of secretary.
Chairman Netero often affectionately called it “Beans.”
While handing over the number plate, Beans also glanced at Chopper, feeling surprised in its heart…
In its memory, the Six Continents didn’t seem to have this breed of reindeer?
Lynn took the number plate and looked at it: No.
300, a very neat number.
“Thank you,” Lynn replied politely, waving his hand as he strolled forward, with little Chopper following behind. Get faster updates on g.com.
He’s a polite person…
Beans took a few extra looks at Lynn, all the more because Lynn was one of only two Nen Users on the scene.
On the other side, Lynn casually found a quiet corner, staring at the number plate in his hand, thinking about a very important matter.
If he punched Beans right now, would it drop a card?
Collecting his thoughts, he realized he was just letting his imagination run wild; Beans hadn’t provoked him, so there was no need to rush up and attack.
Of course, it was definitely not because it was Netero’s secretary.
“A fresh face, you must be a newcomer, right?”
Just then, a greeting suddenly came from beside him, and Lynn turned his head to look.
A middle-aged man wearing a blue vest, with a short, stout build and a square nose, walked over with a seemingly honest smile on his face and the No.
64 number plate hanging on his chest.
“Did I disturb you by suddenly saying hello? Sorry about that.”
“My name is Tonpa. Don’t let my appearance fool you; I’ve participated in 34 Hunter Exams before, so I’m considered a veteran.” Tonpa scratched the back of his head and laughed at himself.
If it were an inexperienced newcomer, they would likely be deceived by Tonpa’s disguise and naively think he was just a useless middle-aged man.
But upon closer inspection, one could discover the clues.
The Hunter Exam wasn’t something to be taken lightly; the pass rate was terrifyingly low, and the death rate remained consistently high.
For Tonpa to be able to participate in this Hell of an exam for 34 consecutive sessions and not die, he was naturally no ordinary person.
Lynn didn’t immediately reply, simply observing Tonpa in silence.
This old guy was quite the character, known by the nickname “Rookie Crusher,” with a very unique hobby.
He participated in the Hunter Exam so many times not to become a Hunter, but to crush newcomers along the way, taking great pleasure in seeing those arrogant prodigies fall into the depths of despair.
Often, when he reached the Late Stage of the exam, he would voluntarily give up so he could continue to mess with new examinees the following year.
With Tonpa approaching him proactively now, he figured he was probably looking to trick him.
“34 sessions, huh? Then you really are a veteran.” Lynn, bored, used Tonpa to pass the time.
“I wonder if you’re familiar with the other examinees?”
He believed it!
Newcomers are just newcomers…
Tonpa felt smug inside but acted enthusiastically on the surface: “Yes, I know many people here.”
As he spoke, Lynn followed Tonpa’s gaze toward the crowd.
Many examinees had extremely tense expressions.
One had to admit that the anime world was just different; the people inside were all sorts, with a wide variety of clothing, figures, and appearances.
“See that guy over there wearing plain clothes, a white turban, and looking pale?”
“That’s the snake charmer Bourbon; he’s a regular at the Hunter Exam. I’ve seen him play a flute to command a swarm of snakes.” Tonpa said with a serious tone.
In the corner of the warehouse, Bourbon sat motionless against the wall, dressed like someone from the Middle East, his face as square as if he’d chewed too much betel nut.
“Also, at the three o’clock position, those three brothers talking in the crowd—they are Amori, Umori, and Imori. The three brothers cooperate very tacitly, and ordinary examinees are no match for them.”
“…”
It seemed that in order to better gain Lynn’s trust, Tonpa revealed the general information of many examinees, most of whom were familiar faces from the original work.
For example, the martial artist Bodoro, the Amori brothers, the girl Ponzu…
In the crowd, some people also noticed Tonpa’s side.
“Hey, did you see that?” The eldest brother, Amori, teased.
“Yeah, that guy Tonpa found another target.” The second brother, Umori, said bluntly, “That newcomer looks naive; it seems Tonpa is about to succeed.”
The three brothers were very familiar with Tonpa, even frequently trading with him; it should be said that all veterans knew exactly what kind of character Tonpa was.
After a long while, Tonpa stopped and took three cans of juice from his pocket, laughing: “We’ve been talking for so long, I’m thirsty.”
“I happened to have prepared extra, so consider it a greeting gift. This is your pet, right? How about one for it too?”
On the surface, Tonpa had an honest smile, but beneath it, he was full of malice.
Drink up; the juice contained a super-strong laxative he had specially prepared, which was not only colorless and tasteless but also had an unimaginable potency.
As long as Lynn took a sip, he could forget about the Hunter Exam.
“You’ve really gone to a lot of trouble,” Lynn said with a sigh.
“Every year, you never tire of scamming newcomers; you are truly dedicated.”
“There’s something wrong with the juice, right, Rookie Crusher Tonpa~”
Hearing this, Tonpa’s expression stiffened, his face changing slightly…
He had misjudged!
The young man in front of him was definitely not some naive newcomer!
In that very instant, his intuition told him that this was a dangerous person and he had to stay away.
“I am very sorry for the disturbance!” Tonpa bowed 90 degrees at lightning speed, then turned to run away, but failed.
Lynn very naturally placed his right hand on Tonpa’s shoulder; with just this simple action, the latter felt as if he were carrying a heavy weight of a thousand jun, unable to move.
“You like to target newcomers, so I’m quite curious: have you ever tried targeting that person?” As he spoke, Lynn slowly turned Tonpa’s head, making him look toward a certain corner.
The person sitting there was none other than Hisoka, dressed in his clown attire.