Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

The first king found the merchant who had deceived him and his people, and enslaved his ten clans, labeling their people as the "unsustainable people."

This is the origin of the current Kakin subjugation system.

The first king said, "Merchants who do not engage in production but only know how to deceive the masses to amass wealth should be slaves for eternity."

'So this is why the Unsustainable People are discriminated against. And how did they evolve their collective Nen ability, like the Guides to the Underworld, over such a long history?'

Diya was immediately puzzled, but could only continue watching.

The first king pointed in the direction of Nudria and ordered the most diligent and courageous men to develop his homeland. Those men settled in Nudria and became the earliest citizens of Bajau.

Upon seeing this, Mumu Ze interjected with great interest:

"【Bai Que Citizen】is an honorary title for civilians in Kajin. It is usually awarded to those who have served in the battlefield and made military achievements or contributions to the country."

"Citizens of Baique enjoy the same treatment as military personnel on a daily basis, and their children and descendants are allowed to take the entrance exams for the three major military academies and join the Royal Army."

Mumu Ze tapped his chin, deep in thought:

"Hmm~ Miss Poker went from the countryside to the King's Military Academy, so her parents must have the honorary title of citizens of Baique."

The image of the enthusiastic uncle flashed through Diya's mind; the man had indeed mentioned that he had served in the military.

The two continued watching—

The horse ranch was where the first king rose to power, and the family of the ranch owner was granted titles and became nobles.

'That's how nobles are granted titles, gradually becoming nobles.'

In this way, the ecosystem of Kakin becomes very clear.

The royal family is the first class, the nobles are the second class, the soldiers and ordinary citizens are the 2.5 class, the commoners are the third class, and the commoners are not considered human.

Diya looked back, and from this point onward, most of what remained was nonsense praising the wisdom and prolific fertility of the first king.

'It's all about personality cult and fertility worship. If they really wanted to highlight the first king's personal charisma, why not just cut the scene where he kicks the cat?'

Diya thought to herself.

The records in this book, "The History of the Interior," are so unreliable that their credibility plummeted in Dia's eyes.

He skimmed through the pages, turning several more, and found that only in the last few lines of the Inner Historian's work did he find the following:

The first king, worried about the lack of a suitable heir, researched a special system of succession and mechanisms to ensure the proper conduct of the ceremonies, intending to select the most suitable prince.

Below this line of text, someone wrote a comment or annotation in dark red ink.

The annotator is unknown; he wrote:

The first king ingeniously created a unique succession ceremony, perhaps inspired by his own experience. As a child, he was weak, and so was the cat he kept. But after killing the cat, he gained immense power.

The weak devour the weak to become the strong; the core lies in struggle, much like the Gu worms in a Gu jar. Regardless of the batch, those that survive to the end must possess formidable qualities.

Snapped!

Dia closed the book and did not continue reading.

The following content consists of the biographies of the other kings, which, to be honest, are not very interesting.

"Aren't you going to watch it anymore?"

Mumu Ze reached out and wrapped his arms around Diya's neck, then looked up and asked.

This position made her feel very safe, and His Highness was very satisfied.

"That's about it. There's no need to look at the rest."

Dia was thinking about the device mentioned in the last sentence of the first chapter of the Inner History: "the device that ensures the ritual can proceed."

Judging from the positioning of the three sacred artifacts of Kakin, the one that ensures the success of the ceremony should be the "Sitting Meditation Buddha".

However, when he infiltrated the royal palace, the Babylonian king mentioned that it was the second king who introduced the "sitting meditation Buddha," not the first.

This seems contradictory.

Who was right, the historian of the interior or the king of Babylon?

Dia had a vague feeling that the secret of the kings who had survived to this day in the royal palace was hidden in this insignificant historical contradiction.

"Let's go, Poker must be getting impatient too."

Diya pulled Mumu Ze up and walked towards the door.

Before coming to the attic, he asked Poxon to prepare lunch.

It should be all set up by now...

Squeak.

The door opened, and Poxon stood there expressionless.

"what!"

Mumu Ze was startled and gripped Diya's hand tightly. After a long while, he finally reacted and said, half annoyed:

"What?! Miss Poker, why are you just standing there without moving?!"

Poxon glanced at them subtly and said calmly:

"The food is ready, but I didn't knock because I didn't want to disturb you."

For some reason, Dia seemed to detect a hint of resentment in his voice...

"Alright, alright, the food is ready, let's go eat."

Dia acted decisively, grabbing Miss Poker with her free hand.

Pokson exclaimed in surprise and was pulled downstairs by Dia's superhuman strength.

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Midnight falls.

Just before the curfew in the inner city began, an ordinary black sedan drove out of the border.

The soldiers at the checkpoint glanced at the license plate from afar, then subtly gestured to their comrades behind them, sending a secret message to a location somewhere in eastern New Delhi.

Dia drove the vehicle through the dimly lit streets without attracting the attention of any pedestrians.

The vehicle eventually stopped under a huge neon sign that read—

A Brave New World

Diya stepped out of the car, looked up at the words on the sign, and then at the dark buildings and alleys behind it.

This is the gang-infested area of ​​Kakin.

"Hey bro, still hanging out so late..."

A young man with dazed eyes approached and began to chat with Dia, his words slurred:

"Judging by your physique, you're the type who could keep those bitches from getting out of bed. How about trying our top courtesan? Only 50,000 jin a night..."

Dia glanced at him and saw the white cloth on his chest:

"You're from Family A? The gang can't afford to pay their members, so they need you to pimp them out?"

To distinguish themselves, the three major gangs of Kakin each have their own unique symbols, with the white cloth on their chests being the symbol of the A family.

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression changed instantly, his hazy eyes suddenly sharpened, and he warily scanned Diya up and down.

Once he regained consciousness, he realized that the person in front of him exuded a dangerous aura, and when that person looked at him, he even felt as if he were being pricked by needles.

"From the inner city?"

The young man asked cautiously.

In his experience, only the people in the inner city had that kind of imposing presence.

Dia was too lazy to argue with him and said:

“My name is Dia. Someone should have told you what to do.”

If I'm not mistaken, this young man in front of me must have been specially arranged by Melina to guide me here; otherwise, why would a strong and capable gangster be pimping here?

Unfortunately, he wasn't familiar with this area and didn't know the exact location of the address that Melina had given him.

The moment he heard his name, the young man's expression changed drastically, like a chameleon, and he immediately became respectful, saying:

"So you are Lady Dia! I was so rude just now! I accept the punishment!"

Click!

As he spoke, the young man pulled out a pistol from his pocket, cocked it, aimed it at his left little finger, and pulled the trigger!

boom!

Gunshots rang out abruptly in the alley, sending sand and gravel flying.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

The young man stared in disbelief at his perfectly intact left hand.

He turned his head and saw that the muzzle of the pistol he was holding in his right hand was pointing towards the other wall.

A hand like an iron clamp gripped the gun barrel tightly, and the raised muzzle emitted a plume of smoke before disappearing into the air.

"Don't do anything unnecessary."

Dia released the gun barrel and calmly said:

"lead the way."

'When did he...'

The young man stared wide-eyed, desperately trying to recall every detail of what had just happened, but all he could see was a blurry afterimage.

'That's fast!'

He lowered his head and said with genuine respect:

"Please follow me, Lady Dia. The young master has been waiting for you and has never left your side."

After passing through several dark alleys, the two arrived at a beautifully decorated villa, its windows emitting a warm, bright yellow light.

The young man walked forward to the villa's door and knocked three times rhythmically. A voice came from inside:

For whom does the bell toll?