Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Chapter 212 Easy Victory × An Annoyed Qiduo

The unexpected turn of events caused cold sweat to break out on Zi Wu's forehead.

'45 seconds, that's it!'

He mentally repeated to himself, as if giving himself encouragement:

'I won't miscount!'

But what does the other party's attitude mean?

Does he have a way of making himself miscount?

Zi Wu looked at Qi Duo. That female hunter should understand that the sooner the timer is stopped, the more disadvantageous it will be for them!

But unexpectedly, Qiduo remained silent, her eyes filled with unwavering trust.

Why, why was she so certain that the man named Dia wasn't messing around?!

Did I really miss something? Was it 46 seconds instead of 45 seconds?!

Ziwu felt his breathing becoming a little rapid. He couldn't figure out whether he was being unconsciously affected or if they were just bluffing and trying to trick him.

'Yes, he's just trying to trick me, I won't fall for it!'

Zi Wu grasped at a straw, and began repeating this phrase in his mind over and over again:

'I won't miscount, I absolutely won't miscount!'

After 25 years of hopeless waiting, Zi Wu, the seemingly most normal of the five thieves and four agents trapped in the prison, is actually on the verge of madness.

He just wanted to go home.

Ziwu looked up and stared intently at Diya, his mouth open, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He tried to catch a hint of panic or guilt on Dia's face, which would prove that the other party was just bluffing.

To his disappointment, Dia looked at him with a calm gaze the entire time.

His eyes seemed to say, "Even the dead can breathe and talk?"

"The answer is, 45 seconds..."

Ziwu still gave the answer; he chose to trust the instincts he had developed over 25 years.

however.

Dia flipped the quartz clock up so it faced the meridian, and it showed—

46.

At that moment, even the blood in my meridians turned cold.

Time seemed to stand still, as if a hundred years had passed, yet it also felt like not a single second had gone by.

As death drew near, Ziwu finally calmed down, his eyes filled with tranquility.

"I lost. It's been such a long time..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the large red arrow above his head suddenly twisted and then transformed into a red tapir!

The ferocious red beast grabbed Ziwu's head, while the four fingers of its other hand easily pierced through his skull and reached into his brain.

Nourishes—

With a sour, grinding sound, it seemed as if something invisible was being pulled out by the tapir.

Snapped!

[Baku] suddenly clasped his hands together, and when he opened them again, a uniquely shaped chip appeared out of thin air.

The chip fell from the tapir's hand onto the table with a "thud".

Ziwu's body slumped onto the table.

Dia watched this scene without any surprise; he had no idea what the actual time was.

But he felt that such a person would believe their own answer when giving it.

When he checked the clock just now, he stopped the time for one second and found that the quartz clock could still keep time when it was in his hand.

So after the cooldown ended, he precisely put the quartz clock into the world of time stop for one second, and the timer naturally became 46 seconds.

Ziwu couldn't figure out how Diya had done it, so he genuinely believed he had lost, regardless of how the outcome of the bet was determined.

As Ziwu died, another chip on the table trembled, then a crack appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered into two pieces with a "crack".

Dia walked thoughtfully around the table and examined the freshly minted chip. It felt heavy in her hand, and she wondered if it truly contained a person's soul.

But that's not important; there's still one thing to wrap up...

Diya looked at the large teapot and asked curiously:

"You're the one who caused me to lose my memory?"

Diya remembered that before [Shout] died, he said that as long as he shone a lamp on himself and two shadows appeared, the big teapot would appear.

He looked at himself in the light of the room and saw that he only had a shadow. It seemed that he had been fooled.

The lid of the Linnix teapot trembled, then emitted a sinister laugh:

"Haha...ha...yes, my ability can make people refuse to think about certain things, but the more important the thing, the harder it is to do."

"It seems our first meeting didn't take you at all..."

Dia exclaimed in admiration:

"If you had told me you had this ability, I wouldn't have overlooked it."

Linnicks, seemingly incoherent, rambled on:

"Just let me go, I just want to go home for a moment. I'll do anything you want, sleep with you, or even kill someone for you..."

Dia didn't have the habit of sleeping with a teapot, and the teapot couldn't help him kill the person he wanted.

Instead, Qiduo frowned upon hearing this and urged Dia:

"Dia, stop wasting your breath on her. This teapot is just spouting nonsense."

Upon hearing this, Linike immediately sneered, still displaying his sharp tongue:

"When I was doing great things, you were still a placenta. If your soul had been locked in this tiny teapot for 25 years, you probably wouldn't even be able to speak anymore, let alone dare to criticize."

"Compared to you, a short, scrawny guy with no figure, Sister Linni could easily hook this kid with just a flick of her butt..."

Snapped!

A scalpel flew out of the air, enveloped in terrifying Nen energy, instantly shattering Linix into pieces. The white porcelain shards scattered, revealing a pile of grayish-white powder inside.

Dia's lips twitched slightly.

For a moment he wanted to laugh out loud, but Qi Duo's murderous gaze forced him to swallow his laughter back.

"The filth is gone. Diya, did you have something to say just now?"

Qi Duo clapped her hands and asked casually.

"No, no, I just suddenly remembered what happened before."

Diya chuckled dryly, wisely avoiding trouble.

However, he said that it was true when he recalled what had happened before.

The story begins about an hour ago.

The moment Dia and Silva entered the hotel, they ran into Uluru with Linix. The two seemed to have prior knowledge that they had come to kill him.

Silva did not intervene because his mission was to kill Pariston.

Dia didn't need Silva's help; he single-handedly defeated Uluru and Meridian who came to support him with his fists and Ripple.

The three people had all sorts of strange abilities, but none of them were suitable for direct combat, which surprised Dia.

Based on previous intelligence, the group of "Four Thieves of Fujiang" should have considerable strength, so there must be some hidden story behind it.

Then, Dia, who was chasing the two men and the teapot, entered a dead-end corridor and found herself in an unfamiliar, abandoned building without warning, and she had completely lost Silva.

After wandering around for a while, he arrived at the entrance of a familiar hotel, which was the very hotel standing beneath his feet.

Dia guessed that the building that fell in the outside world was simultaneously in two spaces, acting as a hub connecting the two worlds.

Upon entering the inn, he must have entered the secret realm that caused the collapse of St. Vera.

But why he was teleported outside the hotel remains a mystery.

So Dia decided to go back into the hotel, as he was almost certain the culprit was inside.

After entering the hotel, he followed his memory to the place where he had chased the men, and then suddenly lost his memory...

Chapter 213 Past Events of the Ruined Capital × Let's Go!

"Heave-ho! The iron pickaxe swings and the moon trembles!"

Heave-ho! The black stone has bitten in three feet and three inches!

Don't say that mountains are made of iron.

We've driven our blood and sweat into this road!

......"

On the outskirts of the ruined city, the moon and stars seemed unchanged.

Unlike the quiet main city, a loud voice kept shouting at the border.

The powerful work chants echoed through the pastures, barely illuminated by the scattered streetlights.

Along with it came the dense, resounding sound of picks striking the ground.

Druha shouted passionately, directing the "workers" in front of him to work hard.

However, the workers didn't seem to be in very good condition.