Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

It is precisely because there are both strong and weak that the weak can reap huge rewards after they win.

Otherwise, if everyone is equally strong, it would be reasonable for anyone to win, so what's the point of restraining anyone?

So on this point.

It's contradictory, both from the perspective of the "restraints and vows" of the "ritual" and from the perspective of the original plot.

Dia looked at Qiduo and asked:

"Did you discover something? Tell me."

Qiduo countered with a question:

"I ask you, what is the relationship between 1 and 2, 142,857, 141.86, and 14?"

"..."

Several people looked at each other.

Seeing this, Qiduo sighed helplessly and stopped keeping her in suspense:

"It's the simplest arithmetic sequence."

"Note that if we start from 1 and construct an increasing sequence with a common difference of 1.648 million, the 14th number will be approximately 21.43 billion, and the sum of the first 14 terms of the sequence will be exactly 150 billion."

"If I'm not mistaken, 150 billion should be all the extra income the Cakin royal family has received this year through brand licensing, real estate, and other means."

While Kakin is indeed an imperial system, royal income and national income are not equivalent. Even members of the royal family are not entitled to use the national treasury at will.

In this situation, the Kakin royal family faces considerable financial pressure relying solely on annual appropriations from the national treasury. Therefore, legally and legitimately generating additional income through commercial means is one way to achieve this.

This model is more common in constitutional monarchies, with Britain being a prime example.

Kakin initiated democratic reforms 30 years ago, which led to the establishment of a similar system.

Kido's point of view is very persuasive.

Everyone quickly accepted this conjecture.

Pokson analyzed:

"That is to divide the 150 billion yuan into 14 tiers and distribute it to the fourteen princes according to their strength, with the aim of balancing the succession war."

Dia nodded in agreement:

"The fourteenth prince, being the weakest prince, received the most funds, up to 21 billion, which is intuitive."

Mumu Ze suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed in surprise:

"Hey, if we only get 1 yuan, doesn't that mean we're very strong from Father's perspective?"

After all, according to this logic, Mu Muze and his group, who received the least amount of money, would naturally be ranked first among the 14 categories!

On the surface, Mu Muze, who had no large private army, no property of his own, and no powerful support, was actually considered by Naspi to be stronger than the eldest prince who had military power, the second prince who had unsustainable popular support, and the several high-ranking princes and the seventh prince who had the support of gangsters.

"..."

Pokson couldn't help but glance at Dia and said:

"Could it be that someone acted on their own initiative, drawing the king's attention to us?"

Diya remained expressionless, but she slightly increased the pressure on Poxon's head.

Before Miss Poker could slap her hand away in her anger, Dia withdrew her hand and said seriously:

“Bock’s analysis makes sense. I’ve always suspected that the king knew about my existence a long time ago, but he was just hesitant and couldn’t find any evidence to support it.”

In other words...

Rather than saying that Mumu Ze is stronger than the other princes.

Rather, in Nasby's eyes, Dia's strength alone was enough to change the course of the battle and elevate Mumu Ze's strength to the highest level among the fourteen princes.

"They really think highly of us."

"Dia said thoughtfully."

Thinking about it this way, it makes sense that Nasby suddenly added a "campaign funds" system out of nowhere.

His goal is not to balance everyone.

It was simply malicious suppression of them!

After all, if the so-called balance means strengthening others but not strengthening a certain person, then it is actually weakening that person.

From a financial perspective, most of the fourteen princes couldn't afford such a large sum of money for a pure upgrade, plus that "Peace Time" that seemed a bit off...

Is it difficult to guarantee that a person will be absolutely safe from injury 24 hours a day within New Delhi?

It's hard.

Diya's experience on the roof last night proves it.

There are definitely many hidden masters in this city.

If these people are specifically targeting a particular prince, their chances of success are quite high.

Of course, after killing the prince, these people probably won't have any way to survive.

What means does Naspi have to ensure so-called "absolute security"?

Dia suddenly remembered the sound of the tide that had been heard when she met Caesar not long ago.

The Kakin royal family definitely possesses some kind of ability that can be automatically triggered from a distance, which may be Naspi's reliance.

'In short, as long as we wait until the succession war begins, we just need to kill those who are clearly hostile, and then find an opportunity to disrupt the succession ceremony...'

Dia decisively put the matter aside for the time being, saying:

"Bock, you'll have to work hard these next few days and train your private army group well, making sure they get the security work done first."

Poxon nodded.

The five friends she introduced to her have been diligently practicing their Nen abilities systematically.

But from the time they started cultivating until now, it's still too short; it hasn't even been a month at most.

It would be extremely difficult to expect them to develop their own abilities, or even master Nen combat skills, at this level.

"So what are you planning to do?"

Mumu Ze asked curiously.

"I need to find the hiding places of the other princes..."

Dia was thinking about Melena and the others.

It's more cost-effective to leave these troublesome tasks to them.

"By the way, Qiduo, don't just sit around. Since you're here, go and supervise the progress of the pharmaceutical research institute. The drugs should be off the production line tomorrow, but there's been no word from the factory."

Kido reluctantly accepted her fate as a tool.

……

the next day.

The COVID-19 situation in New Delhi shows no signs of improvement.

After a brief period of euphoria surrounding the introduction of ambovirumab, the enthusiasm quickly cooled down.

Fanaticism cannot stop the virus.

Even as the royal army began to deploy on a large scale to the outskirts of various cities, setting up camps and controlling the situation.

But the city continues to produce hundreds or thousands of deaths every day.

Under these circumstances, the only factory in New Delhi currently producing medicines has finally produced its first batch of drugs.

The allocation of this batch of drugs is as follows—

Total: 300

Inner City Allocation: 300

Intermediate layer and outer city: 0

This differential treatment, where no one is actually acting, naturally caused a huge uproar.

A torrent of online criticism began to vilify the government, although these criticisms were immediately deleted by the cyber police, who specialize in controlling public opinion.

But anyone who has studied the story of Yu the Great controlling the floods knows that it's better to dredge than to block.

It's something you can't say on the internet.

But we'll have to talk about it in real life.

soon.

Some unclear and ambiguous rumors began to circulate quietly among the people.

New Delhi Outer City, a no-housing-gathering area.

The flat ground was covered with tents.

Gray and white, stretching out into the distance, connecting the horizon and the edge of the city.

The mud on the ground was compacted by footsteps, and the rain that had just fallen last night left behind a dense array of footprints, each step leaving a hard dent.

The tents are separated by narrow passageways, and when someone walks by, they have to turn to the side to avoid being scratched by the edge of the tent flap.

The tent flaps were all hanging down. Some were very old, with frayed edges, while others were newer, with stiff fabric. They didn't move when the wind came, but when the wind was strong, the old flaps would lift up briefly, revealing the dark interior, before falling back down after a while.

Some worn-out clothes were hanging on ropes that stretched diagonally down from the top of the tent.

The ropes were driven into the ground, taut and humming in the wind, but some were loose and just swayed in the wind, hitting the ground silently.

Kuroro silently held a bowl of hot wheat bran and drank it with wild vegetables. His face was covered by a thick strip of cloth, almost completely obscuring his face.

This was to prevent people from discovering his identity.

Although the inhabitants of Kakin face discrimination, they are very united. If someone is discovered to be an outsider, they will definitely be kicked out and the police will be called.

He managed to sneak in by using someone else's identity.

Using the abilities of [Bookmark Chapter] and [Transfer Student], Kuroro first transformed into a resident of similar height and build to himself, then pretended to have an injury on his face, ultimately fooling everyone else.

Now, his name is Saka.