Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

They all had ropes around their necks, suspending them in mid-air.

Countless people, densely packed together, floated silently in front of an endless black rock wall, chiseling away with their pickaxes.

Each time the pickaxe fell, the rock wall remained completely still, only releasing wisps of fine black dust as the pickaxe passed through.

Click!

The pickaxe of a dryer suddenly broke, making a clear cracking sound.

The man who had been hung up to dry silently withdrew from the crowd without saying a word, and another man who had been dried up immediately took his place.

After getting away from the crowd, the man who had left began dismantling his pickaxe without saying a word.

That pickaxe wasn't made of iron; it was a stark white bone pickaxe.

Then the man silently removed one of his legs and ground all the flesh off on a red rock covered in minced meat.

He found another huge pit filled with white bone powder, and began to slowly grind the leg bone with small pieces of whetstone...

These countless people, who work in the wind, grind their own bones into bone pickaxes, just to grind off a wisp of dust from the seemingly impenetrable rock face before the pickaxe breaks.

What do they, or rather the Druha, want to do?

"...

The wind and thunder roared in my chest.

Bitterness brews into an endless song!

With concerted effort, they hammered a knot that symbolizes unity.

Let the wind and rain rage on!

……Um?"

Druha’s passionate chanting suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look back in confusion.

A familiar figure slowly emerged from the building's shadow.

The newcomer was a man wearing an overcoat, with noticeable wrinkles on his face.

His head was covered in haggard white hair, but his eyes were unusually firm. His hands were hidden in his pockets as he calmly watched Druha, who kept calling out.

This person is clearly a man of unwavering resolve.

"Oh, what a rare guest! Section Chief Lu has actually come. We only have simple meals at our construction site, please forgive us."

Druha said something unexpectedly, then waved his right hand, indicating something.

A short while later, a corpse approached, holding a cup of cooled tea. The tea contained some dust, whether bone meal or dirt, it was unclear.

A rope was attached to its neck, which pulled it up to the sky, its source nowhere in sight.

Lu Yan blocked the tea with his hand, indicating that it was unnecessary, and then said:

"Speed ​​up, someone has already found our way."

"That's incredibly fast. It must be those guys from the Hunter Association, right?"

Druha sighed.

Lu Yan paused for a moment, then said:

"Regarding the hotel, although I warned them, your three companions were still killed, and my subordinates have also been targeted."

"..."

Druha paused for a moment, then pursed his lips and said:

"Let's give it one last shot. Even if it doesn't work out, it's better than dying here."

Lu Yan nodded, then silently turned and left.

25 years ago, he and Druha and his group fell into this prison called the Secret Realm, an eternal prison isolated from the world.

Originally, the group of people were irreconcilable enemies with opposing views, but afterwards they formed a subtle symbiotic relationship.

They started fighting as soon as they met, but gradually moved to peaceful coexistence, and even later prepared a party together for a clerk who was celebrating his birthday.

Lu Yan even performed a spirit possession ritual for a female thief among the thieves who had died from a mental breakdown, allowing her consciousness and soul to be preserved.

Later, a large number of citizens who had been transported to the secret realm rioted. They even began to surround the hotel, believing that it was the hotel that had trapped them there.

Finally, the citizens raised torches, attempting to burn the civil servants who were protecting them to death in the hotel as well.

This hastened the city's demise.

Because on that day, Druha and Luyan, these two old rivals, decided to join forces to do something.

With Uluru's blessing, Druha conjured tens of thousands of Punjab lassos in one go, hanging all the citizens surrounding the hotel on the spot.

That day, the area outside the hotel became a giant drying rack.

Countless corpses swayed on it in the night wind, like clothes hanging on a clothesline being blown by the wind.

Lu Yan went even further, spreading the message that murder was not a crime and initiating a "Killing Celebration" in various places, leading people to kill each other.

The killings grew more intense and the bloodshed more profuse each day, while the city's voices grew weaker and weaker.

As the noise almost completely disappeared, the city eventually became a ruin, a true—[Lost City].

Without anyone interfering, they measured the entire city's border on foot and discovered the black rock wall before them.

Its texture is extremely hard, and even Lu Yan's full-force attack could only leave a small mark.

It couldn't find an end, so they searched horizontally along it, only to find themselves back where they started. Vertically, they couldn't see an end either, and there was no possibility of crossing it.

After spending a great deal of effort exploring, the two were basically certain that these black rock walls completely enveloped the entire city.

To put it simply, they are like parasites inside an egg, trying to break the eggshell.

But is it really impossible...?

Druha stood there silently for a long time, then suddenly turned around, swung his arms, and roared:

Come on! Continue!

The sweat droplets burst into eight-petaled flames.

The front sings a powerful song, the back responds!

[Midnight] You come and hand me quinoa.

[Linni] Come and fill the sesame oil container!

Uluru, sharpening iron arrowheads.

Let's hold hands through the night and the rain!

Grit your teeth and don't be afraid of getting tired.

Stomp this hell flat with your bare feet!

Ten miles of lanterns, a hundred miles of slope.

A thousand-pound sleeper supported by ten thousand people!

Fu Jiang, a man of few words, does not speak of sorrow.

A steel rod stuck in the ground serves as a building!

When the day comes that we are free,

The mountain opened up a road, pushing us forward!

Druha shouted hoarsely, yet his momentum was unstoppable:

"...

When the day comes that we are free,

The mountain opened up a road, pushing us forward!

"Let's go!"

"Let's go..."

The shouts echoed for a long time, resounding across the fields.

The tens of thousands of citizens who were hanged seemed to hear this voice as well, and silently quickened their pace.

Fifteen years of excavation have consumed enough manpower (seriously) to build an entire mountain. Now we're just a little short, just a little short!

Chapter 114 Biscuit vs. Silva × The Invisible Man

boom!

A huge purple orb of light landed on the wall of a church.

A massive explosion rang out instantly, sending up plumes of smoke and dust, and the church walls were reduced to ruins.

"You bastard!!!"

Bisky, covered in dust, burst out of the smoke and roared at Silva, who was gathering his strength again:

"My dress is haute couture!!"

Silva remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was filled with astonishment:

'Although he didn't use his full strength, being hit head-on by my Nen bullet only resulted in minor tears in his clothes...'

The woman in front of me who suddenly grew bigger and taller is a true master.

Of all the people Silva has met during his career as a Silva assassin, no more than five can surpass him in terms of martial arts skills and physical abilities alone.

He admitted that he couldn't defeat his opponent in close combat.

Fortunately, he's from the "emission" category!

Swish!Swish!

Two more massive Nen bullets, radiating a violent aura and crackling with purple electricity, streaked through the air and hurtled towards Bisky!

"Come!"