Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

The strange thoughts that flooded her mind held her firmly in place.

'What?! How come there's something like this on His Highness's bed?!'

The various images of the Nine Clans Elimination game flashing through his mind instantly made Pokson's face turn bright red, like a tempting red apple.

She cried out incessantly in her heart:

'Stop, stop, don't pop up...'

However, those beautiful images kept flooding her mind...

can not stop at all!

In the scene, Dia has an evil smile on his face, his rough hands gripping her smooth ankles, while she is panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Sprint! Sprint!

Prince Mumu Ze was outside the door, crying helplessly and frantically pounding on the door, shouting:

"Don't mess with its teeth!!!"

This is so exciting!!

Ms. Poker, a self-proclaimed "little chef," felt her brain was melting and was almost scared to tears by the "pushing" game.

The next moment, the image in her mind shifted, and she saw that the person smiling evilly this time was Poxen herself, with Dia sitting on her with a face full of resentment, letting her move up and down as she pleased.

Off-screen, a frantic Keito is rushing over, the moonlight shining on her beautiful emerald hair, making her look like a green sprite under the moon...

The movie is still playing frame by frame!

Slide zoom! Pop-up camera! Over-the-shoulder view! Rotating camera movement! Hitchcock! Nuclear explosion!

There are also ultra-high-definition close-ups!

Poxon could clearly see every wrinkle, every astonishing curve, every incompetent prince, and Miss Chido riding up on horseback...

Gradually, her eyes became unfocused.

She looked up pitifully, her lovely big eyes filled with tears, as she gazed at the bewildered Diya.

I always thought he was good-looking, but today I feel like this guy...

Even more tempting...

"Hello, hello, Poker?"

Diya tentatively waved her hand in front of Poxon, who was drooling and staring blankly.

No response.

'She looks like Luffy seeing barbecue...'

Diya rubbed her chin in confusion, muttering to herself that she felt she had overlooked something.

Could it be?!

Suddenly he perked up and looked around warily:

'Is it an enemy attack?!'

What a despicable tactic! They actually made Poker mentally impaired!

Is it the same type of ability as Sherlock?

Dia looked around, and a huge circle instantly enveloped the surrounding environment!

'!'

The moment he was enveloped by this powerful "circle," the warrior's instincts instantly broke free from the shackles of desire. Pokson jolted, blurting out:

"Dia! What happened!"

"Pok, you've recovered? Be careful, it seems you were just controlled by the enemy's ability!"

Diya glanced at Poxon, whose face was still flushed, but did not let her guard down.

He casually grabbed Poxon's arm and said:

"Hide behind me, there are definitely enemies here."

Seeing Diya's large hand strike her again, Poxen's brain, which had just regained a sliver of rationality, immediately sensed something was wrong!

She hurriedly called out:

"Wait, no..."

Snapped!

Diana's hot, powerful hand gripped Poxon's right arm like an iron clamp!

"Well……"

A jolt of electric shock washed over him, and Pokson quickly covered his mouth tightly, tears welling in his eyes. Then, he squeezed out the words through his fingers:

"Don't..."

"what?"

Before Dia could finish speaking, she saw Poxon once again fall into a daze.

Her pupils dilated, and she collapsed weakly against Diya, panting heavily, her chest heaving, as she struggled to speak:

"Wait, wait, my legs are weak..."

"?"

Dia frowned, looking at Miss Poker who was leaning on her arm.

At this moment, she no longer possessed her usual composed leadership qualities; instead, she appeared soft and gentle.

Although she is usually serious when interacting with others, but completely different when interacting with him, what she did today was really a bit outrageous.

Dia, not believing it, patted Miss Poker's face, only to find that the more she patted her, the softer she became, like a lump of dough.

It's actually quite interesting...

He suddenly realized something.

So he grabbed the limp Poxen, lifted her onto the grass, and then tossed her aside.

Miss Poker plopped down on the ground in a duck-like position, looking quite obedient.

A gentle night breeze swept by.

After a while, some light finally returned to her eyes, and her pupils began to move slightly.

'really……'

'Is it because I ran into her that she reacts like this?'

Diya looked at her hands, shining the light on them for a long time before finally spotting a thin layer of pink substance on the sterile gown.

These substances are gradually disappearing, but it is estimated that it will take some time before they completely dissipate.

'Was it from that time?'

When Dia recalled the scene of the male assassin's suicide, a cloud of pink smoke burst from his body.

After the assassin died, there was no sign of smoke on his body, only the appearance of an extremely terrifying virus raging.

'Such a sinister ability! Luckily, my sterile suit can block it.'

Dia shook her head, feeling a sense of relief.

So he casually removed the sterile suit, and the strange pink substance floated into the air and disappeared without a trace.

As his consciousness grew clearer, Pokson broke out in a cold sweat, sat on the ground, and slowly lowered his head, unable to look directly at Dia.

"How are you feeling? Are you a little more awake now?"

Dia walked up to Poxon, squatted down, and asked.

"What...what did you do to me..."

She mumbled with her head down, making a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz, afraid to recall what had just happened.

"Oh, you look a bit more normal now. You can stand up on your own, right?"

Diya reached out and lifted Poxen's chin, looking at her embarrassed and angry expression, and asked with a smile.

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Snapped!

Poxon glared at him, slapped his hand away, and scrambled to his feet.

"What's going on! Explain yourself!"

Diya recounted what had happened, and then said:

"His ability was terrifying. If he used it in battle, he would be almost invincible. Luckily, I killed him."

'It's not actually that scary...'

Upon hearing Diya's assessment, Poxon muttered guiltily.

Only she, who has truly experienced it, knows.

Actually, she was able to shake off those hallucinations throughout the entire process, but...

She was completely absorbed in watching it.

Furthermore, she felt that with Diya nearby, nothing would go wrong, so a subconscious impulse compelled her not to offer any resistance whatsoever.

Even so—

"It's all your fault!"

Pokson promptly shifted the blame, then, while brushing the dust off his clothes, said seemingly nonchalantly:

"Just forget about what happened earlier."

"What did you say? What is it?"

Diya pretended to be stupid.

"You're still pretending to be stupid..."