Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Sorry, I didn't notice my disguise had disappeared."

Bolt smiled apologetically.

"Disguise? What disguise?"

Fica asked back, somewhat puzzled.

Bolt did not reply.

He simply smiled, then raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread, palm facing inward, and gently covered his face.

His movements were slow and gentle, as if he were kissing a lover.

But a violent ripple appeared in the air as his fingertips brushed against it.

It's like the sweltering heat of a hot summer day, or the huge ripples that spread out when a boulder is thrown onto the water.

That was Bolt's light blue aura bursting and twisting.

A light blue mist instantly flowed down his brow bone, bridge of his nose, and cheekbone.

It formed a thin film on the face.

Bolt then lowered his hand, and the fluctuations of his aura began to dissipate.

Meanwhile, his face had disappeared—no, no, it shouldn't be said that it disappeared, but rather that it had been replaced.

Fica's mouth gradually widened as he stared at Bolt, who had undergone such a dramatic transformation.

They seemed unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Because the man standing in front of him was no longer the young man with deep features and high brow bones from before.

Instead, he was a middle-aged man with a weathered face and a sallow complexion.

A middle-aged man with greasy, sparse hair and a weathered face, bearing the marks of time, was also a middle-aged man he knew well.

"Aren't you...that uncle?"

Fika's voice was stuck in her throat.

"It's me..."

"Bolt... or rather, the middle-aged Mediterranean poet said calmly."

His voice has changed too.

It has lost some of its aloofness and gained more depth.

"That was my true self just now; this was just a disguise."

Bolt smiled and raised his hand again.

A light flick of the fingertip through the air.

The light blue Nen aura reappeared, this time even faster.

In the blink of an eye, that face with black hair and black eyes, a slender build, and deep features...

The handsome, refined face of the young man, bearing the marks of time, reappeared on his face.

"You...you..."

Fica exclaimed in surprise:

"Are you a magician?"

"Of course... no, this is my Nen ability."

Bolt lowered his hand, a faint smile on his lips.

"Nen... Nen ability? What's that?... A special ability?"

Fica asked again, somewhat surprised.

"No, no, it's not a special ability, it's Nen."

"A vital energy that originates from respiration, blood, cell metabolism, and is the foundation of all life activities."

Bolt paused at this point.

After a long pause, he continued, with a hint of nostalgia:

"Something like a wishing machine."

"And what I just used was my Nen ability."

Bolt's cool voice slowly reached Fica's ears, carrying a hint of mockery and sarcasm that was almost imperceptible.

I don't know if he's mocking me or satirizing my thoughts.

Because... thought is not just an ability or a wish-making machine, but also an obsession, a strong trace of existence.

This is a sentence that Bolt has thought about, but he hasn't said it aloud.

..........

In a crew cabin next to the captain's cabin on the second deck.

Crackling...snap snapping...

A series of sharp, cracking sounds erupted like a storm.

A gaunt figure was moving and struggling in an almost self-destructive manner, without stopping.

It was Roy...

At this moment, his body was shaking violently; it wasn't just his muscles that were moving, nor was it just his bones.

It wasn't just that every joint, every fascia, every cell in his body was moving.

Six hundred and thirty-nine muscles and two hundred and six bones tighten simultaneously, forming a dynamic network woven from flesh and bones.

It was stretched to its limit at this moment.

Every muscle fiber in his body was screaming, every cell was burning, and every drop of blood was boiling...

Thirty-nine point nine percent......

39.99%...

39.999%...

Roy heard his own body making a sound.

It wasn't the sound of bones cracking, nor the sound of muscles tearing.

It is a more primal, more ancient voice, a voice from the depths of our genes.

Thirty-nine point ninety-nine percent.....

He felt something brewing beneath his skin.

It is not thought, nor breath, but a kind of power itself.

It is the power that is blocked and restricted by the brain.

These forces began to surge like a flood bursting its banks, rushing through his veins, roaring between his fascia, and churning deep within his bone marrow.

Until...a certain boundary is crossed...

Forty percent!!!

Roy's eyes suddenly snapped open, his eyelids flying off like shrapnel, revealing a pair of completely changed pupils beneath his brow in astonishment.

In his pupils, the originally black irises were gradually fading, and in their place began to fill his eyes with an almost transparent silver-gray.

At the same time, something pure, primal, and unadorned began to fill his being.

That's primal instinct!

A power deeply rooted in the human body, a savage power from ancient times.

That was the world after forty percent of the physical body had been liberated.

And just as primal instincts surged forth and took over Roy's body...

boom!!!

A powerful surge of energy suddenly erupted from his body, gushing out in all directions.

crackling sounds...

After a loud bang, the crew quarters looked like they had been ravaged by a category 8 tornado, with the floor in complete disarray.

The next second, an urge that made Roy unable to hold back rushed from his chest to the soles of his feet...

Thump! .....

Roy stomped his foot, and primal instincts surged forth from beneath him.

Crack!

The iron plate beneath his feet cracked instantly, and tiny cracks began to spread outwards from him, like a tattered spider web.

"Is this what the world will be like 40% of the way through...?"

Looking at the scene he had created, Roy unconsciously clenched his fist.

Click! .....

The air exploded with a crisp sound in his palm.

That was the sound of the air in the palm bursting as the grip was too strong and the speed too fast.

What a completely different world! My power now is ten times that of the thirty-five percent I was before.

"Hehe... Now no matter what happens, I can always run into them."

Roy's lips twitched, whether he was pleased with his current power or looking forward to hunting or being hunted.

Silvery moonlight streamed through the portholes into the cabin.

In the center of the shattered iron plate...

A handsome young man with white hair and silver eyes stood there barefoot.

The clothes, torn in several places by the blast wave, couldn't hide the healing scars.

His hair was disheveled by the wind, and stray white hairs covered his forehead, but not his eyes.

Those silver-gray eyes had completely changed.

Looking down, Roy examined his hands.

My hands were trembling slightly, not from exhaustion, but from being too full.

An immense power, like excess mercury, was overflowing from every pore of his body.

His hands were trembling, his fingertips were trembling, and even his fingernails were vibrating slightly.

But Roy's breathing was steady, and his heartbeat was stronger than ever before.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect there to be one who slipped through the net..."

Just as Roy was assessing his own condition, he heard Saan's voice outside his door.