Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Does this mean that Nian has been successfully developed?"

Fika, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly opened his eyes. He spread out the five fingers of his right hand, and a phantom disc materialized in his palm.

The disc is about five centimeters in size, with twenty-four evenly distributed dots around its edge, similar to the markings on a clock, but with twelve additional numerals.

At its center, two short and thick, long and thin mist needles formed from condensed thoughts extend from the center and slowly and silently rotate on the milky white dial. The short hand points to the time of the injury, and the long hand points to the present.

The angle between the two needles is the "distance" that needs to be traced back.

When he activates his ability, the long hand will begin to rotate counterclockwise.

With each rotation of the scale, the consumption of mental energy increases exponentially.

With my current mental energy... can I only rewind time for 5 moments?

Fika focused his mind on the hands of the watch face and tried to move them, only to find that he could only maintain his mental energy for a maximum of five ticks before it would run out.

So... can she be cured?

Fica shifted his gaze to the left, landing once again on the Kuruta girl lying on the deck, and a sense of unease rose in his heart.

"What, worried you can't save her?"

Bolt, standing in front of him, seemed to sense Fica's worry and asked in a calm and composed tone.

"Yes."

Without hesitation, Fica answered Bolt's question with an affirmative tone.

"My thoughts can compare the target body's current data with historical data, and then use my thoughts to overwrite the deviated or damaged parts; thus 'resetting' the body's state back to the state at a certain moment on that day."

He paused here, glanced at the pale face of the Kuruta girl, and then continued:

"However... I can only recover to my state from 5 hours ago at most, and I may not be able to fully recover."

"Is that so...?"

Bolt touched his chin with his right hand, a glint of light flashing in his deep eyes.

He is thinking.

Seeing this, Fika did not disturb him, but silently and slowly moved to the side of the Kurta girl, glancing at her with a worried look.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe just a few seconds, maybe just a few minutes.

"Got it!"

With a sudden realization, Bolt strode over.

Before Fica could react, she grabbed his wrist and stared intently at him:

"Try to see if you can be compatible with my Nen. Since your Nen was awakened by merging with mine, if my guess is correct, my Nen should also be usable."

"etc....."

Fica hesitated for a moment before breaking free from Bolt's grip and pacing rapidly in place.

As he walked, he gestured with his right index finger, saying:

"If what you say is true, then if your thoughts are combined with mine, then... the extent to which I can restore my powers can definitely be greatly increased."

"In that case..."

At this point, Fika looked excitedly at the Kurta girl.

"Then... there's hope."

"Haha, there's hope... there's hope!"

Fika was so happy he danced with joy.

"But... this is just my guess... we'll have to try it to see if it works."

Bolt's cool voice rang out, shattering Fica's reverie.

"Sure! Why not? It has to work!"

Upon hearing this, Fika's tone was initially very certain, then somewhat hesitant, and finally became extremely firm.

"Come on, give it a try!"

Extending his right arm, Fica grasped Bolt's left hand firmly, staring directly into his eyes with a resolute expression.

His confident demeanor even momentarily stunned Bolt.

"So alike...so alike..."

"Kane..."

A familiar figure surfaced in his mind, and that figure seemed to be saying...

"Help him, Bolt, helping him is helping me."

"I will."

He solemnly responded to that familiar figure in his heart.

Without the slightest hesitation, Bolt grasped Fica's right hand and covered it with his own spiritual energy.

..........

In the corridor next to the captain's cabin on the second floor.

Two figures slowly emerged from the darkness.

One of them, with blond hair and blue eyes, a burly build, and wearing a dark gold brass knuckle duster, was Zet, who had just left.

Behind him, the sound of his high heels clicking on the iron floor came from the red-haired woman wielding the Crimson Flame Whip.

"Zet...where are we going?"

The woman holding the Crimson Flame Whip parted her lips slightly, speaking in a sweet and soft voice to the burly blond man in front of her.

"Stop with your dirty tricks. I'm not one of those losers who died in your bed."

The blond man wearing brass knuckles spoke coldly and bluntly, rebuking:

"And...where to? To find that thing. Don't forget, although we've killed most of our people, that's only part of the mission. The most important thing now is to help the adults find it..."

"The Deep One... Jumongard!"

"Tch, what a blockhead, so clueless about romance..."

The red-haired woman wielding the Crimson Flame Whip glared reproachfully at the blond, muscular man:

"So...do you have any leads?"

The blond, muscular man didn't reply, but his forward-moving body suddenly stopped.

Thud.....

The red-haired woman wielding the Crimson Flame Whip was caught off guard and bumped into the back of the blond, muscular man.

"What are you doing! Why did you stop suddenly? You bumped into me."

Her voice was full of blame, and she even turned the tables on the blond, muscular man, blaming him for the fact that she had accidentally bumped into him.

"Shut up!"

The blond, muscular man sternly rebuked her without even turning his head.

Crack!

A dark red light suddenly flashed, making a loud bang in the air, and flew straight towards the back of the blond, muscular man's head.

Along with this came a sharp shout from the red-haired woman:

"You think I'm being too polite...? Zet!"

Thump! ......

The dark gold knuckle duster's metallic surface came into close contact with the crimson whip's dark red body.

"What's wrong with you?!"

The blond, muscular man, annoyed, turned and looked at the red-haired woman, deflecting her fiery whip.

"Can you stop acting crazy all of a sudden? Can you please look ahead properly?"

"In front?...What in front?"

The red-haired woman tilted her head slightly and asked the blond, muscular man with some surprise.

"Can't you see for yourself?"

The blond, muscular man stepped aside and pointed forward with his right hand.

"What are you looking at...?"

Before she could even utter the last word, "look," the red-haired woman already knew what Zet was talking about.

"What...is this?"

The red-haired woman walked past Zett and stood in front of him, looking at what was in front of her with a surprised expression.

Tap tap.....

The blond, muscular man took two steps, came to the red-haired woman's side, and looked calmly at the things on the ground, saying:

"I don't know either, but I guess... it should be what we're looking for..."

"The Deep One... Jumongard..."

"Yumunggard?"

The red-haired woman, Eileen, turned her head in surprise and glanced at Zet.