Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

As the night deepens and the sun rises, the stars fade away.

The sunlight that shines on the earth shines through the clouds into the boundless sea and onto the Ogilvy floating on its surface.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, Luo Yi groggily opened her eyes.

My vision was first blurred and glaring, then covered by a white halo, and everything in sight was a blur.

Instinctively, I raised my hand to cover my forehead, squinting my eyes and peeking through my fingers.

Several seconds passed before Roy could barely make out the distant scenery through the dazzling white light.

On the empty deck, the flags on the masts fluttered in the wind, as if they were about to set sail.

Beneath the bright banner, Saen's calm, ink-black figure leaned against the sturdy pole, eyes closed in rest.

Opposite him, a young boy with red hair and a pale face lay supine on the ground, breathing heavily and rhythmically.

The rough, loud breathing sounded more like that of a man in his thirties than a teenager.

Disturbed by such loud breathing, the previously unconscious Kuluta girl had already awakened.

A pair of delicate brown eyes glanced at the red-haired boy with a hint of displeasure, before slowly moving towards Roy, who had opened his eyes.

"Was he woke you up too?"

The Kuluta girl said with a hint of helplessness.

"Um?"

Roy responded subconsciously, his voice hoarse, strained, and somewhat bewildered.

His mind was still somewhat hazy, fragments of memory from last night's fierce battle playing frame by frame in his consciousness, like a videotape being played in reverse.

In these images, his last moment of consciousness should be frozen at the moment he was struck hard on his right temple, after which... he had no memory of anything.

So... I didn't die?

It didn't kill me?

Upon waking up, Roy quickly touched his chest, finding it rough and unpleasant to the touch, but not salty or damp..

It didn't look like there was a wound. I touched other parts of my body and felt no pain. Except for a slight dizziness in my right temple, I was fine.

It seems they really didn't kill me.....

And... it seems it didn't do anything to anyone else either.

After confirming that he was completely unharmed, Roy sat up and glanced around, taking in the condition of everyone else.

He discovered that apart from Saan being in a slightly unwell state, everyone else was in the same boat as him.

Fika, lying next to him, was the same. Not only did he have no wounds, but his breathing was also steady and loud, full of energy, and he didn't look injured at all.

this.....?

Did he kill Jumongard later?

After glancing at Fica, the Kurta girl, and Saen several times, Roy finally fixed his gaze on Saen's tired face.

Because he really didn't think that the frail girl in front of him and Fika, who was lying on the ground sleeping like a dead pig, looked like they could kill that monster.

"Did you kill it?"

Thinking of this, Roy asked a question to Sarn, who was leaning against the mast.

Saen's ears twitched, and he slowly opened his half-closed eyes, looking at the Zoldyck boy in front of him with a hint of amusement:

"Do you think... I can kill it?"

His voice was hoarse and low, like sandpaper scraping against an iron plate.

After saying this, Saen paused for a moment without continuing, as if waiting for Roy to answer the question.

But Roy didn't answer. He just stared at Saen with his silver-gray eyes, waiting for him to say what he hadn't yet spoken.

Stop dreaming.

"It's still here, and... it will stay here until we all become its food..."

"No, not everyone... there's only one who can survive..."

At this point, Saen raised the dagger in his right hand, the tip pointing upwards, drawing a cold white arc in the morning light, pointing at the red-haired boy, at the Kurta girl, at Roy, and finally at himself, the tip of the blade stopping at his chest, directly at his heart.

"As for this person, whether it's you, him, her, or me... it's up to us to choose."

He sheathed the dagger and tucked it back into his waistband.

Saan leaned against the mast, looked up at the boundless sky illuminated by the morning light, and slowly closed his eyes, as if savoring the last tranquil moment of his life.

In his mind, he didn't necessarily believe that he would be the one to survive; he was just trying his best...

To survive!

The moment he made up his mind, Saen turned his head, opened his eyes wide with a commanding gaze, and told Roy what had happened after Roy fell unconscious the night before.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, neither too fast nor too slow, like that of an observer—calm, objective, and devoid of any emotion.

He explained everything clearly, without concealment, embellishment, or defense of his actions: how Yumongard announced the "game," how he left, and how he threatened the Kurta girl with a dagger, forcing Fica to promise not to choose him.

It's just stating the facts.

Roy's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.

In his silvery-gray pupils, the morning light, the sea, and Saan's tired, pale, and expressionless face were reflected.

He felt no anger, no fear, no despair... only a definite calm.

As expected... this is reality.

There are no miracles that happen overnight, nor is there such a thing as waking up to find all your troubles solved.

Deception, threats, selfishness, and...shamelessness will always exist!

Silently judging Saen's behavior, Roy did not make a fuss. He just looked at the red-haired boy lying on the ground with a helpless and concerned expression.

You're such a pushover...

You won't live long like this.....

"Heh...but I don't think I'm in a position to judge others..."

With a muttered remark to himself, Roy revised his initial plan. He had originally intended to put Saen in the trolley problem as well, so that he could experience what it was like to be chosen.

But things can change, and who knew that Yumongad could become so strong.

Who knew Bolt would die first.....

If things continue like this... he fears that Saan might really be the last one to survive...

This is something he absolutely will not allow...

"Feed..."

A soft murmur rang in the ears of the Kurta girl, awakening her from the shock of what Saen had said.

"Um?!"

"You'll be fine taking good care of Fika, right?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Roy glanced at the stunned Kuruta girl and asked her a question.

"Take care of?"

The Kurta girl didn't understand what Roy meant and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

"That's right, you watch over Fica, I'm going to kill him..."

For the first time, Roy calmly uttered the words "kill someone," without any emotion or color, only with the certainty of a Zoldyck.

At this moment, he seemed somewhat like a Zoldyck again...

He exuded only a cold, ruthless, and certain killing intent...