Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Dia thought—it was nothing at all.

Having died more than once, he could easily face the imminent arrival of death.

If someone dies, they die. Why all this nonsense?

But if possible, he still thinks it's better not to die (laughs).

"crunch-"

The pitch-black rock wall has been chiseled to an extremely thin thickness, as if a single punch could pierce through it.

This crucial final blow, of course, required Druha's personal attention.

What might he be thinking during those three seconds when he's standing in front of the rock face, seemingly gathering his strength in a daze?

The eternally quiet nights of the secret realm, the seemingly impenetrable borders, the work chants that occasionally rose after work began, the faces of his companions, the endless knot-tying practice day and night, the cries on the battlefield, himself while tapping rubber—all of it ceased to continue after that one punch.

That moment finally arrived. A calm punch, like that of a twelve-year-old child, aimed at his friend.

Boom—

A tiny, insignificant blow yielded earth-shattering results.

Spiderweb-like cracks emerged from where Druha was standing and quickly covered the rock face in front of him.

Like the howl of an ancient behemoth, crackling sounds echoed throughout the secret realm, signaling the countdown to its collapse.

"I did it! Ziwu, Luyan! I did it! Haha, wait for me to come back, and I'll build you graves..."

Clang—!

As if the sound of shattering glass rang out, Druha's excited voice abruptly stopped, and a pitch-black hole appeared on the rock wall.

A terrifying gust of wind blew from inside the secret realm toward the black hole, carrying the unprepared Druha into the boundless void.

Druhar, after being lost in the vacuum for three years, died completely due to the backlash of his abilities.

Returning to Diya's perspective, the moment that terrifying wind pressure appeared, he used a large number of ripples to attach to the soles of his feet, generating a strong attraction to ensure that he would not be sucked into the hole.

'That must be the Mizeston Vacuum. All the air from the secret realm is pouring in. Even if the secret realm doesn't collapse, staying here will eventually lead to suffocation!'

Dia narrowed his eyes and looked around. He realized that the collapse of the secret realm was not as fast as he had imagined, and it might take several days.

But staying in the secret realm is like drinking poison to quench thirst; now there are only two choices—

First, go back to the hotel and see if Qiduo and the others have left. If they haven't, then join the main group to find a safe way out, or die here together.

Secondly, one could rush directly into the boundless vacuum before them, gambling on whether they could drift back to the Hunter world or drift to another world before they died (laughs).

Based on the information provided by Mizeston, although there are such solid rock walls on the outer edge of the secret realm, the real world is probably completely undefended, so it is indeed possible that he accidentally drifted back.

As long as he didn't suffocate to death before that.

"Hmm...I think Kito will wait for me!"

After staring at the black hole for a long time, Dia smiled sheepishly and decided to go back to the hotel to try her luck.

It doesn't look like there's a path in there at all. If you're not careful, you'll get completely lost. Even the most advanced creature would only have this one option: give up thinking.

“Mr. Dia? It seems you’ve been left behind.”

A familiar voice suddenly rang out, and a tall figure stood quietly under a streetlamp not far away.

"...Pariston? You haven't left yet?"

After a moment's hesitation, Dia asked with a puzzled look.

At the same time, Dia quietly withdrew her idea of ​​running back.

Several pieces of information can be gleaned from Pariston's words: firstly, Keido and the others must have found a way to leave; secondly, they did not wait for him.

Given Qiduo's personality, Dia felt that she was most likely forced to leave, otherwise she would definitely come looking for him, which would be troublesome...

"Hey, I think I should be asking you that, Mr. Dia. The way out is right in front of you, so why aren't you taking it? Is there no [beacon] to get back?"

What is a beacon?

Dia yawned and casually asked what Pariston was up to, but he didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

"Returning to the real world from that vacuum requires the guidance of a beacon, just as returning to port at sea requires a lighthouse to guide the way."

Pariston seemed confident of victory, and like a patient teacher, he explained the difficult points of knowledge.

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Dia responded with an "oh" and then fell into deep thought. Suddenly, she asked:

"You sent Qiduo back, didn't you? Otherwise, she would definitely have followed you here."

"……Yes."

For some reason, seeing Dia's calm demeanor, Pariston felt a sense of foreboding.

It was as if he had done something superfluous, giving Diya hope of returning to the human world.

Is this even possible? Could someone who doesn't even know the concept of a "beacon" swim back to the real world from a boundless vacuum?

"..."

Pariston silently touched his empty chest and said:

“Well, Mr. Dia, I should have about a minute left, but I won’t die, so I have something to tell you…”

"When you get back to reality, don't go to Miss Kita first. Go to the Hunter Association to find me first, unless you want to exhaust her to death."

Pariston chose to trust Dia, just as he trusted his enemy.

"What do you mean?"

Dia frowned, not understanding Pariston's meaning.

Some people speak about what will happen in the next second, while others speak about what will happen much later. Pariston is the latter.

He seemed to have already seen many steps into the future, even though none of these things had happened yet.

Pariston shook his head, sat down on the ground, his head lolled to the side, and he died instantly.

"..."

Dia was momentarily at a loss; he didn't have a particularly good way to deal with this kind of tough nut to crack, who would die at the slightest provocation.

'Forget about him, anyway, according to what he said, it shouldn't be difficult to go back...'

"Wuwu! Come out!"

Diya shouted, summoning the lazy Nen Beast.

Then, with a thought, a large amount of rainwater flowed from the mind beast, soaking him completely in the blink of an eye.

A flash of turquoise light, and the heavy diving suit reappeared on Diya's body.

"That way, you won't have to worry about suffocating."

Dia's buzzing sound came from inside the mask; to prevent being too bored in the vacuum, he thought talking to himself would be a good option.

Clang clang clang—

With the clanging of her brass-soled shoes, Dia plunged headlong into the boundless black vacuum...

Chapter 232 The Past Is Gone × The End of Sturgeon (4k)

The butterfly effect is now a ubiquitous pseudoscientific concept, so much so that it's laughable to even mention it.

But if we change the term to "cause and effect" or "karma," doesn't it feel much more acceptable?

Both emphasize that the occurrence of one event is intricately connected to another seemingly unrelated event.

If explained using Marxist philosophy, it means that everything in the world is universally interconnected.

"You reap what you sow; this is the general principle of cause and effect in the world."

At a noodle stall late at night, an elderly man with white hair and glasses talked glibly, spouting nonsense about cause and effect, displaying a pedantic air.

He spoke eloquently, swaying his head back and forth.

The young man next to him, however, only knew how to eat his noodles with his head down, making loud slurping noises.

Clang!

The young man tilted his head back and poured the hot noodle soup with scallions into his mouth, drinking it all in one gulp. Then he slammed the porcelain bowl heavily on the table, interrupting the old man's self-absorbed revelry.

Kun wiped the noodle soup from his mouth and suddenly spoke:

"And who caused Sturgeon's disappearance?"

"Forehead……"

The old man was speechless for a moment. He had just said it casually, but who knew that Kunxi would bring up such a sensitive topic right away.

Seeing that the old man couldn't explain, Kunxi shook his head in disappointment and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, an old and weak voice rang out:

"Hey boss, could you give my daughter and me a bowl of noodles?"

Kun Xi turned his head to look over.

Under the dim streetlights, a ragged old woman, leaning on a bare cane, asked in a low, humble voice.

Her full head of silver hair swayed helplessly in the night wind, and her face was covered with wrinkles etched by hardship.

Beside her stood a girl with a blank expression, her face looking dirty and not very bright.

"Oh, ma'am, you come here to eat noodles and don't pay. It's fine once or twice, but you come every day..."

The boss was a kind-looking middle-aged man who barely made ends meet by cooking noodles late at night.

Hearing the old woman's plea, the shop owner looked helpless, wanting to help but unable to.

"Oh, oh... I see... I'm so sorry, we've caused you trouble..."

The old woman was very polite, as if she had been to school, and she stammered an apology upon hearing this.

She stood there blankly for a long while, looked around, and then cautiously asked: