Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

However, emotions are a double-edged sword. Excessive emotions often drive the evolution of Nen abilities and increase the frequency of "Afterlife Nen".

For example, if you infuse an expert with excessive anger into a [Enhancement] type, the opponent may lose their mind, but their power will also increase dramatically.

As for where this increase comes from, they don't really know because there are still blind spots in their research on Nen abilities.

Because of the existence of blind spots, they almost never transmit excessive emotions to [Specialty] ability users.

This is why they were sent to deal with Dia—

Based on the intelligence, the other party is very likely a [Conjuration] type ability user.

In the world of Nen users, the idea that Nen type determines personality is not an ironclad rule, but it does have its merits in most cases.

[Conjuration type] People are generally hysterical and neurotic; they are most easily influenced by their emotions.

'Such a master must be filled with high spirits. It's extremely difficult to influence such a person with any emotion, such as joy, anger, sorrow, or fear. We must return to basic desires...'

Ditibah thought to himself.

His ability lies in prescribing the right medicine for the right disease.

Based on past experience, most of the strong members of the "martial arts faction" are extremely stubborn and have inflated egos, making them suitable for stimulating various desires.

Those who excel in the "intellectual" category have numerous and complex thoughts, requiring a high degree of composure, and are well-suited to having their thinking influenced by various emotions.

The hunter in front of us is clearly a fighter among fighters!

'Let's try [Lust] first, since there's a brothel nearby...'

Thinking this, Ditiba's brain began to work wildly, and images of his sister Li Kehu's pure face, in various poses, kept appearing!

Teeth!

At this moment, he felt as if he were possessed by various forbidden masters, including white-haired, black-haired, and green-haired ones, and his desires surged wildly! Exploded wildly!

"Eat!!"

Ditiba’s pupils were bloodshot, his eyes bulged out, drool dripped from his lips, and he made strange squeaking noises. In an instant, his whole body curled up like a cooked shrimp!

At this moment, his mind was completely blank except for Li Kehu, his sister and wife, with whom he depended on each other for survival!

"Like Lake! Come quick! I can't resist the spiciness!"

He roared and swung his right hand out to his side!

Right now, right here!

Using the [Amplifier] transformed from Li Kehu, amplify this twisted and perverse desire, and then unleash it all at once!

suddenly.

hum-

A strange sound rang out, and Ditiba was startled, grabbing an arm with his right hand—

The arm of Li Ke Lake.

'Wait a minute, the amplifier that Liko Lake transforms into should be in speaker form, so when did it grow arms...'

Ditiba turned his head to look, stunned.

What came into view was the hunter who had appeared out of nowhere behind Lake Likko. He swept his icy gaze over Ditibah, then nonchalantly withdrew his fist.

"What are you yelling about, you clown?"

Just now, this woman seemed to be turning into something strange, she looked a bit like a cannon. Just in case, Dia could stop time and kill her.

'Why is he behind Lake Lico? What is he doing? Where is Lake Lico?'

Ditiba stared blankly at the headless corpse beside him, observing it for a long time before realizing that it was actually his sister.

The moonlight was not very clear.

However, the sunlight cast by Dia made up for this, allowing Ditibah to clearly see the tragic state of Lake Lico.

Her head was hammered into her sternum, her skull was shattered by a single blow, and her two beautiful eyeballs were sent flying like marbles to whoosh somewhere.

'Like Lake is dead...'

Ditiba froze on the spot, his unreleased desires and endless disappointment clogging his mind, leaving him in a state of chaos.

I don't know how much time passed; maybe a second, maybe a year.

The excruciating pain finally arrived as expected.

Ditiba opened his mouth wide, tears streaming down his face involuntarily, his sobs like the patter of rain.

"I'm already up, sis—"

"You still want to eat hot pot, how are we supposed to eat like this?!"

In an instant, all the beautiful memories of the past cleaved through his mind, which was now overflowing with desire, and restored a sliver of clear thinking.

Ditiba gazed at the demonic figure, bathed in the continuous light of the heavens, which illuminated him as if he were a god:

'I have absolutely no idea what happened.'

'But Lake Liko is dead, and I don't want to live anymore, but the mission must be completed…'

Dia looked at the dazed Ditibah, wondering what he was waiting for, and then stepped forward and broke all four of his limbs.

Snapped!

Dia grabbed Titibah by the neck, lifted him high, and asked:

"Who sent you? Explain yourself and you'll die a little easier."

Ditiba suddenly let out a bitter laugh:

"Ha, die with me under this desire!"

As he spoke, all his spiritual energy dissipated at an incredible speed, replaced by a wisp of pink smoke that seemed to materialize!

call!

The moment the smoke appeared, Dia frowned, and the Ripple Sensor kept vibrating!

'Poison gas? [The World]!'

He decisively activated Time Stop again, bent his knees and jumped backward. Suddenly, a white light flashed on his body, and a white robe with gold trim appeared [sterile clothing]!

'If it's poison created by Nen, then this outfit is enough to protect against it...'

Once Dia felt she had retreated to a safe distance, she didn't care whether the 4 seconds had elapsed before deactivating the time stop effect and looked at the strange enemy.

pat.

Ditiba's body fell to the ground like a bag of garbage, still emitting pink smoke.

He struggled and sobbed, biting the virus vial in his mouth until it shattered, but then turned to look in the direction of Dia, who had already run far away, his eyes filled with disbelief and resentment:

'It happened again, that thing that seems to jump through time, how did he manage to do that?'

'At this distance, the virus wouldn't even have time to spread to him before it dissipated...'

What to do? All his plans have come to naught, the mission cannot be completed, and the enemy is completely unharmed. Even his thoughts cannot affect the enemy at all!

Ditiba could clearly sense that because of his desperate outburst just now, his life had entered a dead end, and he would soon perish.

He couldn't help but pray in despair:

'My thoughts, please persist a little longer, at least, at least affect that person for even a second...'

Death is an essential lesson for the Kakin soldiers.

He was prepared to die before he even arrived.

What truly made him resentful was that even in death, he had not been able to cause any harm to that hunter!

When a person goes to great lengths to target another person, but in reality, he doesn't even deserve to be remembered by the enemy, his despair is known only to himself.

Ditibah could clearly feel that the virus was multiplying and growing in his body at an alarming rate, constantly spreading into his blood vessels and muscles.

Before long, a burning pain seemed to emanate from between his bones, his muscles twitched and tightened in waves, and his body temperature soared!

In an instant, Ditiba's eyes turned completely red, and fine beads of blood kept seeping from every pore on his body.

It was as if a vacuum cleaner was constantly sucking up his blood; in just a moment, his clothes were completely soaked with the dense blood droplets—becoming real "blood-stained clothes"!

Step...step...

Suddenly, a series of heavenly footsteps rang out.

Just as he was about to die, Di Tiba's heart skipped a beat, and he saw that person walking towards him!

'Yes, he must think I'm about to die and wants to check my body or hear my last words!'

A surge of elation welled up within him—the hunter had walked right into his trap!

Sure enough, the harder you work, the luckier you get. Now, I have a chance to complete the mission!

Under his expectant gaze, Dia slowly approached, the light overhead growing brighter and brighter.

Ten meters, eight meters, six meters...

Come in!

The killing range of the "Blood Cloak Virus" is five meters!

It's over, the virus has already infected him...

Ditiba suddenly noticed the white robe Dia was wearing—the style of which was not very clear from a distance.

Now that I'm looking at it up close, this garment... doesn't it look a bit like an extra-large, extra-long version of a sterile gown?

Dia slowly walked up to Titibah, squatted down, and looked into his eyes:

"Virus? That's a serious infection. You didn't just swallow it, did you?"

Why, why isn't he reacting at all?!

Ditiba's mood plummeted from heaven to hell in an instant. He could only stare at Dia, and with a heart full of questions, he breathed his last in despair!

Chapter 369 Anxious Attachment × Sexual Repression