Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

boom!

With a loud bang, Roy's door slammed shut.

Fica, standing behind the door, paused, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Is this even human?

In his eyes, the cast steel latches and iron door, which had previously been only slightly deformed, were now completely twisted under Roy's push.

The iron gate was as if it had been slammed into the frame by a giant wave, fitting tightly without any gaps.

Looking at the door, the red-haired boy Fica gave up the idea of ​​sleeping in the same room as Roy.

It's obvious that this door can't be opened now, either from the inside or the outside.

"Boss, are you going to lock yourself up?"

Fica muttered to himself as he tried to push the door, but it wouldn't budge.

Could it be... that there's danger, which is why the boss did this?

Because once the iron gate is welded shut, the people inside can't get out...

But! ...It seems...people outside can't get in either.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Fica immediately understood why Roy had welded the iron gate shut.

No, I need to make some preparations too.

He patted his head, then quickly ran to the nearby crew quarters and neatly hid inside.

only.....

He seems unable to close the door.

His room was similar to Roy's; the cast steel latches and iron door were deformed and could no longer be closed.

He tried Roy's method and kicked the door back shut with a thud.

But... it didn't work!

His strength was nowhere near that of Roy, who could push open the forty-two-ton trial gate.

It was impossible to deform the iron gate or the door frame, highlighting a sense of helplessness.

After several attempts, apart from making some noise, the iron gate and frame remained unchanged and could not be closed at all.

What should I do?

that's all?

Looking at the drafty door frame, the red-haired boy Fika was somewhat at a loss.

While Fica was trying to solve the problem of closing the door, Roy in the next room began his next move.

Inside the cramped room, a small wooden bed, about the size of a person, was pressed against the cabin wall, covered with a yellow and white striped mattress.

Perhaps because it was washed so often, the bedding had turned yellowish, like faded seawater.

Beside the bed, a small figure was doing handstand push-ups with one thumb pointing down and both feet pointing upwards.

"one two three....."

He would count each time he did it, without feeling tired or weary.

After an unknown amount of time, Roy's upside-down figure began to sway, and countless beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and temples.

But his movements didn't slow down at all; on the contrary, they became even faster.

One time... two times... three times... and another time... until the very end.

Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight!

Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine!

Three thousand four hundred...!

Three thousand four hundred and one...!

..........

Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, only a little bit more...

One more push to the limit should be enough.

Sweat trickled down Roy's temples to the corners of his eyes, mouth, and finally to the top of his head.

But Roy showed no sign of stopping what he was doing.

I will definitely break through to the point where my physical limits are 40%.

for sure!

A flash of determination crossed Roy's eyes, and he began training even more intensely.

Because the moment Roy saw the red phantom flash past the corner of his eye, he had already felt a strong sense of crisis.

It was a shadow of death, a feeling he was familiar with.

Just like a piece of clothing that you wear for a long time, you can no longer feel its weight.

You'll only suddenly realize its existence in a random moment... It's cool against your skin.

He's experienced this kind of thing far too many times in the Zoldyck world... far too many times.

Whether it's a life-or-death rock climb on a precipice, a desperate struggle against an earthworm in a mud pit, or a death throes encounter in a snake pit...

He was always standing shoulder to shoulder with death, never far away.

And... this time, he smelled that familiar scent of death once again.

That crystal-clear feeling told him that he was going to die!

He's definitely going to die!

This feeling was so real that he couldn't have the slightest doubt.

Fortunately... he's about to break through.

He could break through the 35% physical limit before that red phantom reappeared in front of him.

Then he should be able to use one of the moves he envisioned.

If you add the power from the liberation of his physical body, he should be able to withstand it!

Probably...

Luo Yi silently affirmed this in his heart.

But in reality, he himself didn't know whether it would work or not, but sitting idly by and waiting for death was not his style.

So... he sealed off the door frame to buy himself some time.

During this time, he couldn't be disturbed by anyone, so he pretended to be very firm in rejecting Fica.

Make him leave with an unassailable attitude.

Firstly, it was to express my own thoughts, and secondly, it was to let him know... that danger was quietly approaching.

But... exactly how much is this amount...?

A sliver of warm sunlight peeked through the square iron windows of the cabin.

One of the streaks hit Roy's face.

While bringing him a touch of warmth, it also made him unconsciously reveal a bitter smile.

His body has been special since birth, and his healing abilities are beyond those of ordinary people.

The innate physical limit of 35% is an even more divine skill.

But besides that, he has an even more special ability, which he has never told anyone.

That is, every time he is on the verge of death, his body becomes stronger, and every time he crawls back from the brink of death, his body undergoes a silent and dramatic transformation.

This process can last anywhere from a day to a week.

This time, he suffered severe injuries from both the assassination attempt by Illumi and the assassination attempt in the jungle, and hovered on the brink of death several times.

My body has been pushing its limits time and time again, and in the past few days, it has been spontaneously transforming.

Recently, he has had a feeling that he is about to break down but hasn't quite.

But every time his body tried to break through, he always felt that something was missing.

After several attempts, he realized he had to push himself to the limit one more time.

..........

call......

Roy squatted down again and exhaled a long breath.

This is the third day now...

Looking at the iron bars that had returned to darkness, Roy silently remembered that this was the third night.

He had no idea what was happening outside.

Will anyone else die? Or have they all already died?

Is Fika still alive?

What exactly was the purpose of that middle-aged man from the Mediterranean?

.......

Luo Yi, nearing his limit, began to let his thoughts wander. He tried his best to control and rein them in, but he still couldn't help but let his mind wander.

Countless doubts and worries that had been lurking in his heart surfaced at once.

Amidst the swirling thoughts, his will began to crumble, making it difficult to escape this chaotic state.

I don't know how much time passed.

Roy's distracting thoughts began to dissipate, and his various wild ideas began to subside.

But along with him, his own consciousness and thoughts also faded away.

And just when all thoughts and consciousness completely disappeared.

A sudden flash of inspiration occurred, and a single consciousness began to occupy the entire brain.

I want to break through 40%...

Under the control of this consciousness, the dynamic network composed of 639 muscles and 206 bones in Roy's body began to break through the limitations set by his brain.

Thirty-six percent.....

Thirty-seven percent.....

Thirty-eight percent...

Thirty-nine percent.....

39.9 percent!

Roy's physical body had all its reserves and power ready!

Maybe in the next moment, maybe in the next second...

He will break through the limits of physical liberation by forty percent!