Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Kadjo looked over and, sure enough, saw Fugates with a worried expression.

The two sisters are almost telepathically connected; if one is in a bad mood, the other can easily sense it, which is why Fugates showed that kind of expression.

"call……"

Kadjo felt a warmth in his heart, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and his tense emotions eased somewhat.

Regardless, at least Fudge is still alive, and they are all still alive...

Suddenly, an idea popped into Kadjo's mind:

'We're still alive, why?'

Chapter 418 Rewards × Soaring Level

In this world,

There may be unprovoked malice, but there is absolutely no such thing as unprovoked goodwill.

Thanks to their royal lineage, Kadjo and Fugates are just as intellectually gifted (in stark contrast to Mumuzawa).

Especially noteworthy is Kadjo, who can multitask, simultaneously acting to fool the royal army while secretly communicating with others using Morse code.

For a smart girl like her,

These simple truths are not difficult to understand.

What is truly difficult to understand is the "unusual" that transcends reason.

Physics tells her that ball lightning doesn't fall from the sky, biology tells her that it's impossible for a person to jump more than ten meters in one leap, and psychology tells her that belittling someone before comforting them is a typical form of PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics.

This knowledge, written in textbooks, is an extremely difficult part of human civilization to shake, so everyone regards it as the gold standard.

These people naturally include princes who have undergone rigorous royal training.

Except for Mumu Ze, who is only proficient in court etiquette and knitting. (A certain prince: ?)

But today, some people's worldview has collapsed.

Kadjo realized that he could never understand things, objects, or people that were beyond his knowledge system.

She fell into deep thought.

Kachu watched as Lieutenant General Hyun Pui left with a heavy expression because of the soldier's report, and then watched the short man who had just kicked each of them leave with the Eighth Princess.

Yes, in this sudden and brutal succession battle that we only realized was too late.

The King's Army has its own ideas; the strong have the intention to dominate, while the weak have the right to protect themselves.

But the sisters, despite having the advantage in numbers...

However, within a few hours of starting, they found themselves in a near-desperate situation.

Before she set off, she promised Fugates that she would grant him a pardon once she became queen.

Recalling the vows she made then, and the unspeakable worries in her heart, a sense of tension choked up in Kadjo's throat, giving her the illusion of suffocation.

'We... survived, but can we live forever? Can we stay by each other's side forever...?'

Kadjo looked at his sister in a daze.

But on that face, which was quite different from hers, there was no fear or unease as she had imagined.

Only calm, an extraordinary calm.

“Forgettes, you…”

Kadjo gradually came to his senses and looked at Fugates hesitantly, saying:

Aren't you afraid?

Fugates shook his head, grasped Katz's hand, and whispered:

"As long as I'm with Kadjo, I'm not afraid of anything."

“We will survive. Everything that just happened proves it, doesn’t it? So many people died, my second sister, third brother, and fourth brother all died, but we survived.”

Forgette comforted the stressed-out Kadjo:

"If it happens once, it will happen again; fate is on our side."

"Besides, don't we have reinforcements now?"

As he spoke, F. Gates laughed optimistically.

Reinforcements?

Xiao Fu is still so naive; she was actually deceived by the hunter's superficial friendliness.

Kadjo's lips twitched. He wanted to turn around and look at the hunter who had tricked Fugates. Everyone else had run away, but he was still there. He didn't know what he was up to.

Suddenly, two large hands descended from behind them, moving so fast that there was no way to avoid them!

Kadjo felt a sudden blur before his eyes, and his perspective suddenly flew up!

She was taken aback, and turned her head to look. Fugates was receiving the same treatment.

Dia grabbed the two of them by the back of their collars, lifting them like plucked ducks being roasted, and said casually:

"Alright, you're all alone now, so come with me. At least I can keep you from dying."

ha?

Kadjo was instantly enraged:

"You jerk! Who wants to follow you? Put us down right now, you rude bastard..."

boom!

With a loud bang, the ground collapsed in a ring shape, and cracks spread out like a spider web.

Diya stomped his foot hard, his thigh muscles snapping open like tightly wound steel bars, unleashing a powerful force like a raging river, which exploded beneath his feet and propelled him away instantly!

Swish!

A fierce wind howled, the air currents exploded, and the surrounding scenery instantly rushed backward!

Dia's figure sped towards the street like a jet fighter, running wildly without any regard for anything else!

Kadjo's words were abruptly cut off as the gust of air blocked his throat, making a gurgling sound!

A strong wind blew against our faces, whistling loudly.

Kadjo struggled to open his eyes, tried to raise his hand to cover his mouth, and mumbled loudly:

"Where are you taking us...our palace...not in this direction!"

bang bang bang-

The loud noise echoed through the street, frightening nearby residents into closing their doors and windows, and causing the small animals in the box to scatter and flee.

Dia sprinted forward, his feet pounding the ground with the thud of a pile driver, each step leaving a dent in the earth!

Night was falling.

Under the moonlight, he left trails of afterimages as he swiftly traversed the streets and alleys, casually remarking:

"Your palace is now 100% crammed with Benjamin's assassins. Are you sure you want to go back and die?"

Dia's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to travel through the fierce wind and force its way into Cadjo's ears like a tangible creature.

"...Where are you taking us...? We have the right to know, don't we?"

Kadjo reluctantly admitted that Dia was right.

Even if it's unreasonable, they can't resist.

We are at their mercy, like fish on a chopping board.

You are a petite 19-year-old girl whose hobbies are music and skiing. You are nothing but cute. Your companion is a cute younger sister of the same age, who is also very weak.

And the person you're facing is a burly man who can carry two adults and run away in a blur, and who can demolish an entire street just by swinging his thick, log-like legs.

Even a fool knows what to do.

Judging from his previous conversations with others, this person seems to be a very skilled hunter, and indeed, based on his performance, he possesses strength beyond common sense.

Where this power comes from, Kadjo does not know.

Most importantly, all their guards were dead at this moment, and if they didn't follow him, they would have no choice but to go to the royal army.

However, given Benjamin's current control over the military, the King's Army may not be a safe option.

"You will stay with us for now at the Twelfth Prince's Palace. With me here, the assassins will not dare to come."

"The only problem is that if Mumu Ze is in a bad mood, he might want to kill you. You'd better find a chance to tell me quickly, otherwise I can't be sure if I can save you."

Dia said with certainty.

Ugh, Mumu Ze is so scary. Does he kill people just because he's in a bad mood? He seemed so well-behaved at the banquet before...

Kajo's face turned pale, and the street in front of him suddenly turned into a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, like a passage leading to hell.

What they call protection is nothing more than a disguised form of imprisonment.

But Cadjo couldn't muster the strength to resist.

She felt as if a human-shaped tower crane had grabbed the back of her neck by the collar. The hand was like a steel rod, tightly gripping her, and no matter how she resisted, it wouldn't budge an inch.

'This is not a power that humans possess.'

Having realized this more clearly, Kadjo gave up struggling and instead asked the question that had been troubling her loudly into the wind:

"What exactly do you want to do—"

His previous reasons were complete nonsense, such as hoping to find a way to inherit the throne without killing people.

When he took action to kill, there was not a moment's hesitation!

Would such a bloodthirsty madman care about the lives of two weak, unfamiliar girls?

It's simply a fantasy.

Just as Kadjo was gritting her teeth and stubbornly pondering, she suddenly shivered.