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Ging " accompany on Netero"
Insert: "Wait—!"
And just like that, Ging and Insert were launched flying out of Netero's office, smashing through three floors and soaring straight into the sky.
Back in the office, Biscuit's face turned red with fury.
Biscuit: "These idiots can't stay out of trouble for five seconds!"
Meanwhile, back on the video call, Netero blinked in stunned silence, his serene expression cracking just slightly as he glanced at the massive hole now decorating the wall of his office.
Netero: "…Well. That escalated."
On the monitor, the V5 representatives exchanged confused looks, one of them adjusting his headset.
Representative from the Federation of Ochima: "Chairman… where did the candidates go?"
Begerossé Union rep: "Why did the screen go upside down?"
Mimbo Republic delegate: "Was that… a ceiling they flew through?"
Netero, still deadpan, sighed as he sipped from his tea.
Netero: "Gentlemen, please excuse the interruption. Our two guests are currently undergoing... puberty?!"
Just as the chaos from the impromptu sky-launch settled, the representative from the United States of Saherta, a composed woman in a sleek gray suit, stepped forward and gracefully took a thick folder from Biscuit's notes.
She flipped it open, scanning the contents with mild amusement.
"I had originally hoped to recruit them into Saherta's Special Operations Division," she said calmly, "but after reading this, I changed my mind."
She tapped the folder with her manicured finger.
"Biscuit Krueger's psychological and field-readiness assessment was… enlightening."
The camera zoomed slightly as one of the other V5 reps raised a brow.
"Would you care to elaborate?"
Biscuit crossed her arms, her tone sharp and full of that strict-teacher energy that even the highest-ranking Hunters couldn't brush off.
"Sure. I've never met more naturally gifted individuals. Ging's adaptability is… off the charts. Drop him in a desert with nothing but a spoon and he'll invent a new ecosystem within the week. And Insert? That boy has the kind of ingenuity that rewrites the rules the rest of us study.gings can survive anything while insert can and will make a cosy home even inide a volcano ."
She gestured toward the direction the two had flown out of.
"They're the safest pair to have around when everything is on fire. But if there's peace?"
She sighed.
"Then they become the fire.when in danger you would want them around but in calm they become said danger."
The room fell into thoughtful silence.
Biscuit flipped through her own notes and muttered under her breath, half to herself:
"Brilliant… insane… unpredictable… possibly allergic to boredom."
The Saherta rep closed the folder slowly and handed it back.
"Well. That explains the roof."
Five minutes later, red sirens blared through the V5 conference chamber, bathing the sleek walls in pulsing crimson. A high-pitched alarm whined above them, and in moments, a uniformed soldier burst through the sliding doors, breathless and pale.
"Sirs! Ma'ams! We've detected an unidentified projectile approaching at hypersonic velocity—trajectory locked on this building!"
He paused only long enough to inhale.
"It's being classified as a missile-level threat. We need to evacuate the room immediately!"
Chairs scraped. Monitors blinked into emergency protocol screens. The representatives instinctively reached for briefcases, files, and portable terminals, but before the chaos could escalate further, Netero calmly raised his hand.
His voice cut through the alarm like a blade.
"Stand down. That's no missile."
The soldier blinked, stunned.
"...Sir?"
Netero's eyes were half-lidded, serene.
"That's someone arriving. Not a threat. Not this time."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"They're allies. The… difficult kind."
A beat passed. The sirens abruptly died down. Confusion spread across the representatives' faces.
"You're telling me," the Saherta rep said slowly, "that what we thought was a missile… is it them , How?"
The camera feed flickered. Outside, the sky above the V5 headquarters shimmered, a growing trail of light streaking downward.
And somewhere in the clouds… came the unmistakable whoosh of two very excited idiots returning from orbit.
Some smashed roofs and a lot of panicked security personnel later, Ging and Insert landed—hard—right into the center of the V5 conference chamber, creating a spectacular crash through the ceiling, leaving dust, debris, and a shattered chandelier in their wake.
Netero didn't even flinch, brushing a bit of drywall off his shoulder.
The V5 representatives, however, were in varying states of horror, shock, and anger.
Insert picked himself off the ground first, groaning and brushing plaster from his hair.
"Ging! Seriously?! What the hell was that?!"
Ging, still lying half-sprawled over a fallen table, grinned lazily.
"C'mon, don't blame me—I said we were going somewhere, not how."
Insert grabbed him by the collar and hauled him upright, glaring.
"We could've teleported like normal people! We're not fifteen anymore, Ging! You're an adult, start acting like one!"
Ging just laughed.
"Technically, I've been an adult longer than you've been ."
Insert's eyes twitched.
"And yet I'm the one cleaning up after your messes! Again!"
Meanwhile, the representative of Saherta leaned over to her aide and whispered:
"Are… are we sure we want to recruit them?"
Netero chuckled, completely unbothered.
"This is what talent looks like, my friends. A walking disaster with a Nen arsenal and a moral compass held together with duct tape."
The dust finally began to settle. Ging dusted himself off, still smirking, while Insert stood beside him, arms folded and fuming.
The room was silent for a beat—then Someone sighed, flicked the splinters off his uniform, and muttered:
"Someone fix the damn ceiling before they bring the whole building down."
And just like that the real conference began.
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Location: V5 Global Summit Chamber – Post-Ceiling Repair
The gleaming Crystal Conference Table reflected the overhead lights, recently reinstalled after Insert and Ging's less-than-graceful "aerial arrival." Now seated, slightly bruised but fully composed, they faced the five most powerful figures on the planet:
Senator Doraline Vega, United States of Saherta,.
General Boru Takkar, Federation of Ochima,
Professor Halji Urna, Mimbo Republic,.
Queen Imala VI, Kukan'yu Kingdom,.
Prime Officer Raul Hesten, Begerossé Union,
Senator Vega started with a steely tone.
"Let's address the obvious. Nova Island currently hosts more Nen-capable minors than any other place on Earth. Many of them… dangerously capable. We'd like to know your intentions."
Insert gave a pleasant, practiced smile.
"Simple. Education. Opportunity. Stability. Nova accepts dual nationality—always has. If your governments wish to recruit them, that's fine. Just don't use... coercive methods."
He paused, letting the word settle.
"Because if any party or political force tries to forcibly conscript Nova students, they will be permanently banned from recruiting any of them. Past, present, or future."
General Takkar's jaw ticked.
"You're threatening sovereign nations with a school."
Ging leaned back, yawning.
"Nah, we're just protecting kids better than you do."
Professor Urna scribbled intensely.
"We've seen reports about so-called 'Sun Stones' and 'Healing Pearls.' Our research divisions are… intrigued."
Insert nodded.
"They're real. They work. And they're expensive."
Queen Imala raised a brow.
"And you expect us to pay in?"
Insert shrugged.
"Scarcity breeds value. We're open to trade, but the bar's high. Rare artifacts. Cultural treasures. Rare Nen-enhancing foods. If you've got a spare World Wonder, we'll talk."
Hesten chuckled softly.
"This is starting to feel like a Blacklist Auction with better PR."
Insert deadpanned:
"We accept PR interns too."
Laughter bubbled up before Vega moved on.
"We've received numerous requests from our elite families. Nobles and officials hoping to send their children to Nova—preferably through paid scholarships."
Insert didn't miss a beat.
"We've done it before. But here's the hard truth: most dropouts at Nova come from noble backgrounds."
Queen Imala tilted her head.
"Why?"
Insert, cool and casual:
"Because we don't treat them like royalty. No special meals, no limos, no private dorms. They get beat in sparring by orphans who trained in the rain. Some nobles can't stand being average."
Biscuit (off-screen, muttering):
"One tried to bribe the castle elfs to do his push-ups."
Insert chuckled.
"Nova is a place for the talented,the forgotten and the brave , It's an ocean. If your kids want to be the big fish in a small pond, they'll drown here."
Professor Urna blinked.
"So… they'd be outclassed?"
Insert:
"Easily. But if they're truly exceptional, we'll take them. No favoritism."
General Takkar tapped the table.
"Then we propose a parallel institution. A new academy—in each of our territory. With your input and curriculum design."
Ging snorted.
"What, you want to build Nova 2?"
Vega:
"A sister school. Overseen by all five nations. You'll consult on infrastructure, disciplines, faculty training. And in return, we leave your island alone."
Insert, considering:
"Alright. But it stays neutral and only the curriculum , infrastructure will be your responsibility . we make it a nobility school of sort but they won't have our flag , just to help you better train your little ones
Hesten smiled.
"We'll keep it bland. Something like... 'Global Advanced Talent Center.'"
Ging:
"That name sounds like a government research bunker.just use your nation name and add future academy .like "Saherta's future academy" "
Netero, finally chiming in:
"Perfect. It'll keep the egos down."
Not long after their wild conference with the V5 representatives, Insert and Gings found themselves roped into yet another high-stakes ordeal: the Predator Trial. It was an elite-level mission, bordering on punishment and honor in equal measure, devised to determine the readiness of individuals or groups attempting to cross into zones deemed "catastrophically unstable" by the V5.
Insert wasn't exactly thrilled.
"Why do they always call it a trial? It sounds like I'm about to be sued by nature itself," he muttered, glancing over the briefing notes with all the enthusiasm of a man reviewing tax forms. Gings, meanwhile, was suspiciously quiet, which Insert had learned usually meant something incredibly stupid was about to happen.
"You signed us up before the meeting, didn't you?" Insert narrowed his eyes.
Gings gave his trademark smirk. "Technically, I signed you up. I just assumed I'd be dragged in anyway, so… you're welcome?"
The Predator Trial was brutal. A series of simulated environments—jungles, deserts, ravaged cities—all laced with Nen-anomalies, artificial predators, and time-based traps. Think of it as a Hunter exam designed by a paranoid survivalist who hated comfort.
Insert passed by turning half the obstacles into weaponized memes.( He got bored)
Gings passed by talking to the Dangerous beasts like they were estranged cousins.
After three weeks of sleep deprivation, narrowly avoiding death at the hands of sentient sandstorms, and accidentally awakening an ancient tree that called itself "Douglas," the duo were finally granted the one thing even most S-rank Hunters dared not dream of:
Access to the Forgotten Continent.
This was the place—the one Kakin had secretly invaded, the land marked off on ancient maps only with warnings and blood stains. A place said to be where humanity's gods were born and their nightmares buried.
"We'll head there," Insert told Netero via one last call. "But only after we finish our current project."
And Now both Insert and Gings are considered 3star hunters to the world, but they are "Predators" to the V5 , they would be expected to lead any DC conquest in the future ,well after Netero gives the green light .
They went back to greedi island to continue their game
Insert managed to use the Sun Stones to make the Greedi Island cards usable outside of the game. He went full-on Yu-Gi-Oh!, even creating a deck and a bracelet that could transform into a duelist pad to use the cards. If he was already OP as a skilled fighter with a versatile long-term Hatsu, now he was practically "Mr. Versatile." His card collection included the Five Elements, Kekkei Genkai-like abilities, and even techniques straight out of Naruto (yeah, he kind of plagiarized those).
He also made auxiliary cards, like portable BOBs, castle elves, garden elves, NPCs, a Freeza flying pad, spell cards, and a Tinder book (yes, a book that teleports him to a good date). Oh, and he had a capsule house that contained everything he could ever need. The only catch was that he had to power the bracelet or dueling pad with Sun Stones.
On top of that, after consuming some of the Power Fruits (which he shared with Ging), his Power Level (PL) skyrocketed to around 6500, while Ging was close behind at 5900. At just 18 years old, they were both in the top 10 strongest humans, effectively cementing their place as some of the most powerful beings in the world.
Insert had been tinkering with the Greedi Island cards for weeks now. As he powered up the duelist pad with Sun Stones, Ging walked in, raising an eyebrow at his friend's latest experiment.
Ging: "You're really taking this Yu-Gi-Oh thing seriously, huh?"
Insert smirked, adjusting the card slots on his duelist pad. "I mean, who wouldn't want to have a literal deck with the Five Elements and some badass Jutsus? Plus, who needs to carry a sword when you've got all these cards?" He flicked one of the cards, and a Freeza-like flying pad materialized beneath him." HH, No more walking for me"
Ging chuckled. "I'll admit, it's pretty impressive. But, don't you think you're getting a little too carried away? You're basically a walking Swiss Army knife now."
Insert grinned. "Can't hurt to be versatile. You know me, I like having options." He pulled out a card and tapped it against the pad, summoning a portal to his capsule house. "Need anything? It's all in here."
Ging rolled his eyes. "I'm good, but seriously, how much power are you putting into those things?"
Insert tossed him a Sun Stone. "Powering these up is a bit of a challenge. Gotta keep feeding them with these bad boys." He gestured to the blue Sun Stones he had neatly stacked nearby.
Ging took a moment to inspect the stone. "Yeah, you're not exactly doing this the easy way, are you? I've gotta hand it to you though, with your newfound strength, you're pretty much unstoppable."
Insert's eyes gleamed as he looked at his duelist pad, the numbers flashing on the screen. "Well, I'm not just relying on brute strength anymore. With this stuff, I can mix offense and defense like. Plus, I've got cards that can mess with reality. The only limit is the Sun Stones... and that's where I'm working out the kinks."
Ging: "You really went all in, huh? I mean, between your Hatsu, the cards, and these power fruits, you're practically untouchable."
Insert leaned back, grinning as he tapped his finger on his duelist pad. "At 6500 PL, I'd say I'm in pretty good shape. You're not too far behind either, though. You're pushing 6000 now, right?"
Ging scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, well, I'm not exactly full-on building a Yu-Gi-Oh deck. But I'm getting there. Still, can't deny the results."
Insert laughed, a little too smugly. "Hey, it's not a competition, but you're definitely coming up short. I mean, you can still join me for a duel... If you're feeling brave."
Ging's eyes narrowed playfully. "Yeah, we'll see who's braver when I get my own deck of cards and outsmart you, Pandas and Monkeys will be my main theme "
Insert shrugged, the playful challenge evident in his smile. "Well, if that happens, we'll just have to find out whose strategy is better. I've got plenty of cards for every occasion. By the way I do miss Gardevoir I think I am gonna pop into the school by the next week wanna come your infernape is getting lonely ."
Ging: "Just don't get too cocky. Maybe ,I heard Bito tell me he missed me too and now he is strong enough to come adventuring wit me around 2000 PL ."
Insert gave a cheeky grin. "Yeah Gardevoir is even stronger ."
As Ging shook his head and laughed, he couldn't help but feel proud. Insert and him had come a long way from the boys who barely figured out his Nen abilities. Now, with their mastery over both combat and strategy, They were on the path to becoming living legends, though the journey had its share of not-so-nice stories along the way.
Now armed with two bracelet , on the right the one who turn into power poll and the left who turn into a duelist pad INS NOVA is ready for the lost continent .