Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

This situation has only one solution, and it can only be achieved at this very moment...

The silk thread slipped past a series of internal organs and quietly climbed up to Machi's heart!

Little by little, the silk thread wrapped around her heart, circle by circle.

She was preparing to commit suicide.

However, the hunter just now used a special method to stop the bleeding from her limbs, which proves that the other party must have some kind of healing Nen ability.

Therefore, the idea of ​​trying to slowly kill oneself is not feasible.

We must... solve this once and for all!

A resolute glint flashed in Machi's eyes, and the thread wrapped around her heart suddenly tightened!

tear-

Another wave of excruciating pain struck, followed by an empty feeling that flooded Machi's mind.

The heart forms around the end of the third week after birth, and heartbeats begin around the end of the fourth week, starting blood circulation, which continues until the end of life.

At that moment, her heart shattered and stopped beating; her life was now on its last legs.

I don't know how much time passed.

Gradually, Machi began to feel her consciousness fading, her soaked clothes clinging tightly to her skin, drawing away her body heat.

so cold...

She murmured to herself, as if she felt someone constantly touching her, and a warm current flowing through her from time to time.

But none of this matters anymore.

Machi's breathing stopped, her face turned as white as paper, and her pupils gradually dilated.

In the final moments of her life, everything from the past flashed before her eyes like a slideshow, finally settling on the day the Phantom Troupe was founded.

Kuroro stood there calmly, his eyes seemingly lifeless.

Machi seemed to understand something, and murmured:

"Kuroro...I'm sorry..."

I'm so sorry to have made you the leader...

In 1998, on Meteor Street, Machi Komachini was confirmed dead. Her death was gruesome, and the meaning of her last words was unclear.

……

"Is there no way to save him?"

Pokson looked curiously at the now-cold Machi and asked.

"Yes, his heart is completely shattered, even worse than yours. Unless Qiduo is there, even a god couldn't save him."

Desperate, Dia unleashed [Crimson Ripple Dash], burning all the corpses and limbs on the ground to ashes.

He had tried to provide first aid as soon as he noticed Machi's strange behavior, but it was to no avail.

No matter how many ripples were transmitted, her condition was irreversibly deteriorating little by little, until finally he noticed that Machi's heart had already stopped beating.

'They're talking about Miss Kita again...'

Pokson silently lowered his head, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.

Why do you keep bringing up Miss Kita when I'm right in front of you? Even though she's a really nice person...

A sense of unease welled up within her, leaving her at a loss, and she gradually suppressed it...

"Let's go."

Suddenly a familiar large hand reached out in front of her. Poxen was startled and looked up.

Dia sighed, scratched his face, and said:

"You must be tired after traveling all this way. Let me take you to a place to rest."

He said it without waiting for her to agree or not.

Diya grabbed the stunned Pokson and carried him on her back, then headed in the direction of the abandoned building.

'The hostage is dead, but Kuroro doesn't know yet. Will he come...?'

Dia carried Poxon on her back as they walked under the moonlight, silently contemplating the future.

Miss Poker carefully reached out and wrapped her arms around Dia's neck, pressing her face tightly against his back.

The scent emanating from Dia filled her nostrils, and a long-lost sense of ease washed over her. Gradually, she closed her eyes in peace...

Chapter 342 The Hunter Named Dia × Celidonish

Inside a luxury hotel in the capital of the Kakin Empire.

Outside the transparent glass window lies the bustling city of New Delhi.

From the vast expanse of lights below to the horizon, the entire city breathes vibrantly in the darkness.

Apart from……

On the edge of the city, a vast expanse of shadow can be vaguely seen.

"Hmph! When I become king, the first thing I'll do is destroy all that garbage!"

Standing in front of the glass window, a long-haired man snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with undisguised disgust as he looked at the shadowy area.

Those shadows on the city's edge naturally belong to the "lower class" who live in the outer city of Newderry.

The area is home to the unsustainable population and those living in extreme poverty.

Those with even a modicum of human rights reside in the "middle class," protected by gangs.

Poxon's previous goal was to buy a villa at the intersection of the outer city and the middle class and live the life of an ordinary person.

However, to Celidonich, such "ordinary people" were no different from trash.

He is the fourth prince of the Kingdom of Kakin.

Celidonich was born with high intelligence and high desires, as well as an extremely perverse hobby—collecting human bodies.

Logically speaking, in the Hunter world, a simple organ collection wouldn't be considered particularly bizarre, but Chelidonish is different.

He not only likes special organs, but is also extremely obsessed with making them on the spot!

For example, freshly peeled human skin, after being debled, dried, and waxed, is then used by professional tattoo artists to draw exquisite designs on it...

And just like that, a "work of art" was freshly created.

Behind Celidonich, a refined and handsome man chuckled softly:

“Even the lowest class of people have their value, Macheri…”

"There is no difference. When I become king, I will divide my people into two categories: valuable garbage and worthless garbage."

Celidonich closed his eyes, took a sip of the red wine in his hand, and turned to walk into the room.

At his feet, the once clean and tidy tiles were now covered with blood and human tissue, and his long black hair was blocked by the water flow, clogging the drain opening.

Clearly, Celidonich had just completed a brutal killing.

The entire brand-new luxury hotel standing here belongs to his property.

Normally, Celidonish would live here, not in the Fourth Prince's Palace.

In his words, "Those places where countless people have lived are just too disgusting for someone with my OCD."

"Mark, my idiot brother is causing trouble again. Doesn't he know that the country's military power can't be used arbitrarily?"

Celidonich casually placed his wine glass on the table and asked the refined-looking man.

The man's name was Mark, and he was an advisor directly under the Fourth Prince.

Mark was usually responsible for taking care of Celidonich's daily life and delivering intelligence from his privately-run soldiers.

Mark smiled faintly and said:

"His Highness the Crown Prince is determined to carry out military reforms in order to insert his own troops into the command structure of the King's Army. King Nasby will not agree to this."

"Moreover, given the recent policy of separating military and political power issued by the Bureau of Justice, it is unlikely that any of Kakin's three major entities of power would agree with him."

As a political science PhD graduate from a prestigious university, Mark also has extensive knowledge of Kakin's logic of power operation.

The reason he became Celidonich's advisor instead of entering politics was simply because of Celidonich's obsession with highly educated individuals.

In Celidonich's view, people who haven't even attended university are not qualified to hang around him.

"Separation of military and political power...isn't this the work of those anti-royal faction again?"

"Yes, they've been gaining momentum lately and have become the mainstream voice within the Justice Bureau, especially that Caesar..."

Mark paused, a strange look flashing in his eyes, but he didn't continue.

With his back to Mark, Celidonich didn't notice the change in Mark's expression, and simply asked curiously:

"Why did you stop talking?"

"Oh, it's like this, our people recently discovered something strange..."

Mark suppressed his emotions, looked at the back of Celidonich's head with a half-smile, and said:

"As an official of the Bureau of Justice, Caesar should have remained neutral between the princes, but recently he has made contact with Princess Severnchi and even issued a [Judicial Determination] in her name."

"A judicial determination certificate? What's that? I've never heard of it before?"

Celidonich frowned, turned his head and asked.

Mark explained:

"Because Kakin has never issued anything like this before, it is actually something similar to the [Standard National Document] of the ancient Ganyu Kingdom. In essence, it uses the judicial and notarization power of a certain country to endorse a certain [individual]."

"I understand. Caesar misused national political resources for his own benefit, which must have violated the National Defense Law."

"Pretty much, but the power to interpret the National Defense Law rests with the Bureau of Justice, so I'm afraid we can't use that to attack him."

A flash of annoyance crossed Celidonich's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and said: