Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"So, the way you died wasn't much different from anyone else's."

Roy gazed at Bolt's face, which still retained the features of his life, with high brow bones, handsome and refined yet lifeless, and sighed softly to himself.

Although this was not the process he wanted, Bolt's death was something he was happy to see.

After all, this was one of his original goals.

A moment later, he shifted his gaze from Bolt's face to Yumongard, who was heading towards Saen not far away.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will achieve his second goal, and Saen will soon follow in Bolt's footsteps.

The red-haired Yumongard calmly approached the unconscious Sarn and extended his right hand... if that grayish-white, bone-claw-like thing could still be called a hand.

Five bony claws opened, piercing through the moonlight, through the air, through the hair hanging down to Saan's chest, and gripped his throat with the precision of a skinned eagle's claws.

sand......

Saen, who was about 1.78 meters tall, was lifted into the air. His body swayed weakly in the moonlight, his limbs drooping, his head and neck tilted back, and he was pulled into an unnatural angle.

Bone claws gripped his throat, the tips digging slightly into his neck, dark red blood seeping from the edges of his nails.

Then Saen was slowly pulled closer to that large, grayish-white mouth without lips.

From the spiraling, slender, and curved fangs inside the large mouth, a tender white tongue, like a newborn larva, emerged from the depths of the throat, trembling and curling in the air.

hiss......!

The tongue touched Saan's forehead, and began to lick, from the brow bone to the hairline, from the temple to the temple, like a wet, warm, still wriggling plaster.

After licking for a while, the fine, almost invisible hairs on the surface of the tongue began to work, and they sucked at Saen with a sudden force!

Instantly, countless white, Nen-like substances began to overflow from Saen's body, and were then absorbed by Yumongard, the whole process being incredibly smooth.

Just as Jumongad's face showed an expression of intoxication and satisfaction.

Saen, whose eyes were closed, suddenly opened them.

then........

Pfft!

A silver-white dagger pierced through Yumungard's temple from left to right.

"ah!!!"

A shrill, inhuman cry suddenly burst from its mouth.

A shockwave-like sonic boom passed directly through Saen's body in front of it, blasting countless holes in him.

In the blink of an eye, Saen was covered in blood.

But with this roar, Saen also took the opportunity to break free from Yumungard's control, and in the midst of danger, he broke free of its restraints and jumped down.

Huff... Huff...

Upon landing, Saen took rapid, deep breaths, trying to draw in oxygen from the air to compensate for his lack of oxygen.

Before long, his purplish complexion gradually became rosy and healthy.

"I'm finally alive..."

Having regained his composure, Saen looked at Yumongard, whose head was impaled by a silver dagger and who was writhing and struggling in pain, and sighed with relief.

"You have to understand, I watched my best friend die for this attack..."

"Bolt died in front of me..."

After a long pause, Saen added leisurely.

As he spoke, he walked expressionlessly toward the red-haired Yumongaard.

But it's all worth it. If Bolt can severely injure you, then his sacrifice will be worthwhile.

As he approached Yumungard, Saen silently justified his failure to save his companion while launching a further attack.

"Sizzle!"

A sound like tearing silk shattered rang out, as if someone had ripped a whole bolt of silk in half, or as if a bolt of lightning had split a soaked cotton cloth in two.

The sound exploded from the gap in Yumengad's left chest.

The sharp, piercing sound echoed across the quiet deck for two seconds before dissipating.

After the sound, Yumongard's grayish-white body collapsed with a thud, lifeless... no, it should be that countless tiny white threads were still twisting, coiling, and writhing.

"What an amazing heart..."

Gazing at the dark red heart ripped from Yumongard's chest, Saen couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration.

Because the peach-like thing in his palm did not stop throbbing after leaving the mother's body; instead, it throbbed even more vigorously, and countless pale white threads seeped out of it and burrowed into his palm.

It's incredibly strange...

Unfortunately... it didn't work!

"Splat!"

Saen's expression hardened, his pupils contracted slightly, and he clenched his right hand tightly, his five fingers piercing the skin of Yumongard's heart, crushing it to pieces as if squeezing a water balloon.

Countless red and white fragments fell from his palm, dripping onto the second deck with a pattering sound.

Listening to the soft, delicate ticking sound, Saen couldn't help but close his eyes and enjoy this moment of tranquility.

He...Saan survived again.

As always.

He's always the one who survives to the end, isn't he?

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Bolt's body. He couldn't help but think of someone.

The same wisdom and composure, the same pedantry and stubbornness, and the same death before his eyes.

You agree, right... Kane?

In a daze... the red-haired figure appeared next to Bolt's corpse, staring blankly at him.

This is the second time he has betrayed his friends; he only survived the last time by sheer luck.

However, this time he didn't seem as heartbroken as before.

Maybe... he's just used to it.

"hehe....."

Thinking of this, Saen couldn't help but laugh at himself.

I really am a coward.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to develop that kind of Nen ability.

I thought it was my thoughts that influenced me, but it turns out it was my thoughts that influenced me.

Recalling what had just happened, Saen realized that he had woken up when Yumongard approached Bolt.

But he didn't do anything at the time because he knew he couldn't save Bolt. If he forced a rescue, it would only be another useless life lost....

So he chose to stand by and watch, choosing to launch a surprise attack while feigning death.

His choice proved to be correct; he succeeded and seized the opportunity to deal a heavy blow to Jumongaard.

He... survived.

Despite the hypnotic illusions that deceived him, an answer remained buried deep within Saan's heart.

All those reasons were just things he used to numb himself; his real thought was that he had backed down...

Yes, he backed down... He complained every day about his cowardly nature, but when life and death truly came, his choice was exactly the same as his own.

Is it fair to say that the conditions for forming Nen abilities are still too authoritative?

An upright and courageous person cannot harbor thoughts of cowardice...

Honest and trustworthy people cannot entertain thoughts of deception...

Those who are purely focused cannot generate chaotic thoughts; that is all there is to it.