Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

The underlying meaning of these figures is to add up the total years of all properties that are not registered under the name of the holder, multiply by a coefficient, and perform a series of complex nonlinear calculations.

The final figure cannot exceed the age limit stipulated in the Millennium Housing Act.

If there are too many, the properties will be confiscated randomly.

This law is like an invisible death knell, hanging over the heads of every unacceptable citizen.

Because that fluctuating "large number" is inversely proportional to the total population of the unsustainable people!

In other words, the more children you have, the more housing you need, but the legal limit on the length of time you can hold a property is actually being tightened!

Twenty years ago, the population of Buchimin was less than half of what it is now.

At that time, the average person could still hold a house for a normal period of 50 years.

Now, that number has shrunk to...

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That's right. Each person can only hold a property for one year. If the average property ownership period exceeds one year, some people's houses will be forcibly demolished.

In this way, the people will be caught in a cycle of constant work, childbirth, and death.

Never transcend.

"Have those people Uvogin killed been dealt with? Don't attract the attention of the King's army."

Kuroro reminded him.

Paknotta maintained her posture as she offered the umbrella, and calmly said:

"It's been dealt with; I guarantee no one will be able to find it."

"Alright, leave the hiding place to me. You guys find some ruins to hide in first."

Kuroro nodded, then told Pakunoda to leave quickly, and headed back towards the slums.

But he seemed to have forgotten something.

'umbrella……'

Paknoda opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

After a while, she withdrew the umbrella she had intended to offer, silently put away her own umbrella, and left in the rain.

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The twelfth prince's bedroom.

"Oh, by the way, Poker, you should go back and get some rest too. You don't have to stay on night duty tonight."

Mumu Ze leaned down, winked playfully, and said with a smile:

"Dia will be coming to keep me company today, so I don't need to worry about my safety~"

After saying that, she seemed to remember something happy, let out a silvery giggle, turned around and ran back to her room.

"..."

Pokson's eyes seemed lifeless, his face expressionless.

How many times has this happened?

It seems to be the third night.

For the past three days, His Highness has been calling out to Dia.

Tell him to go to the prince's room that night and stay with her.

Pokson didn't know exactly what they were doing.

But considering Mumu Ze's previous actions of asking her to buy medicine...

A pang of sorrow welled up in Pokson's heart.

Although she saw that the Twelfth Prince was moving freely and without any change every day when she woke up, she specifically asked Dia and received the answer that "nothing happened".

But that only means that nothing happened yesterday.

It's highly likely that His Highness wanted to do something, but chickened out at the last minute...

I'm so angry!

Pokson stomped his foot, turned around and rushed back to his room, where he collapsed heavily onto the bed.

"Ahhh-"

Miss Poker rolled around on the bed in embarrassment and anger, kicking the bed frame with her feet, tears welling up in her eyes.

You chickened out with such a great opportunity!

Are you even capable, Your Highness?!

If it were her, she would have rushed in already, okay?

But it can't be changed...

Pokson felt a surge of unease, his mind filled with strange fantasies.

Although they probably didn't do anything, Miss Poker was quite relieved.

But I'll say it again.

Just because I didn't do it the day before yesterday or yesterday doesn't mean I won't do it today.

The answer to all this could only be revealed the next morning; until then, Poxon could only endure the difficult night.

This agonizing wait kept Pokson awake for two days and two nights.

She simply can't sleep!

The thought of the person she liked being all lovey-dovey with another girl not far away made Miss Poker feel as if a piece of her heart was missing.

After a long while, the room fell silent.

The deathly silence lasted for an unknown period of time.

"Ugh……"

Miss Poker, who hadn't slept for two days, buried her face in her pillow and let out a barely audible sigh.

It's like spitting out all your energy and spirit in one gulp.

Her consciousness suddenly became blurred.

Snap, snap, snap...

As the first patter sounded, the gentle sound of raindrops hitting the window gradually drifted into the room.

Pokson struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard.

What time is it now?

Is it 10 o'clock yet?

She was a little scared.

I fear that in this silence, those voices I don't want to face might suddenly emerge.

Pokson recalled the night when Dia carried the corpse over the wall and came in.

That day, she was left in a sorry state by some unrealistic fantasies.

But since it was in front of Dia, she didn't care about being a little disheveled, and Dia wouldn't care either...

but.

Are those enchanting pink and yellow fantasies really just the result of the enemy's abilities?

Or perhaps, she was genuinely fantasizing about it.

Poxon's thoughts gradually sank, and his consciousness became increasingly chaotic.

She still remembers.

Every sprint, every crouch, every lift in my fantasies, every curve of my body, those sickeningly sweet nothings, and...

That face seemed so close, yet also so unattainable.

I don't know which time we met.

He jokingly said that his name was Dia.

Later, he irrationally barged into her life, pulling her onto a dangerous path and teaching her how to protect herself.

How annoying, he keeps rubbing her head in such an inappropriate way, calling her "Poke Poke" all the time...

She clearly has a full name, Poxen.

It's so annoying. Her eyes are always wandering off, as if it's perfectly natural for others to get close to her.

Even though I was right next to him...

“Dia…”

Pokson leaned against the headboard, looking rather bored, and muttered to himself.

Boom!

Thunder roared, and lightning flashed!

A flash of white light illuminated the entire room, and a tall figure quietly appeared beside Poxon's bed...

"!"

Pokson shuddered violently, staring blankly at Dia by the bedside.

Diya's expression was complicated as she looked at her wet right hand, hesitating to speak...

Chapter 392 Progress × Pre-made Achievements

"Dia, I suspect that Poker likes me."

Mumu Ze said with distress.