Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"You're absolutely right... Despicable is the passport of the despicable..."

"And I... can't be as despicable as you..."

With his left hand, Roy pushed the Kurta girl behind him, his eyes fixed on Saen without looking away.

He would never give Saen a second chance to launch a surprise attack.

"mean?"

Saen retorted dismissively.

"Someone from the Zoldyck family, from an assassin family, dares to call me despicable?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous?"

The silver dagger was pointed at Roy, and Saen's expression was full of disdain.

"Zoldyck..." Roy's lips moved, his voice very soft, so soft it was as if he were saying it to himself:

"...I almost forgot I'm a member of the Zoldyck family..."

Sarn's words jolted Roy awake. He didn't seem to be on the side of justice; in a sense, he was more like the evil one.

"hehe...."

With a self-deprecating chuckle, Roy dropped his smug expression and became somewhat...

Some parts are empty, like a well that has been drained of water, like a room that has been emptied of furniture, like a book whose pages have been torn out.

On that pale, calm face, even the last shred of pretense of justice had vanished, leaving only a naked, unmasked...

Malice!!!

He is neither just nor kind; he is a Zoldyck, born to be an assassin.

They are machines that take money and do things, monsters with blood on their hands.

Looking at Saen again, Saen's tired, mocking face was reflected in his silver-gray pupils.

"you're right....."

Roy's lips curled up slightly, a subtle yet playful smile appearing on his face.

"I'm a Zoldyck... I'm an assassin... I've killed people, I'm not innocent either..."

Taking a step forward, Roy raised his head, glanced at the bright moon in the sky, and a cold glint flashed in his silver-gray pupils.

"So... I have no right to call you despicable, because I might be even more... despicable than you..."

He emphasized the last two words of the sentence, as if he were declaring something or reminding himself of something.

But whatever it was, after hearing Roy's almost confession, Saan felt a strong, inexplicable sense of foreboding.

And the source of this ominous premonition...

Subconsciously, Saen's brown eyes looked at the white-haired boy in front of him.

His long-standing instincts, honed by life-or-death struggles, told him that the source of the ominous sign was the white-haired boy before him...

Roy Zoldyck!

Upon realizing this, Saen parted his lips slightly, as if wanting to say something, but no sound came out.

He felt as if his throat was being gripped by the claws of some wild beast... as if it would tear him apart in the next second.

Boom!

Just as Saen realized this, with a soft sound, Roy, who had been standing in front of him, completely disappeared.

The person simply vanished right under his nose—no, no, not vanished, but hidden away.

Saen's pupils contracted slightly, and his eyes began to scan his surroundings, preparing to find Roy.

Although his eyes didn't see Roy, his intuition told him unmistakably that the white-haired boy from the Zoldyck family hadn't left...

where?

where?

Saen nervously looked around, trying to find some clue about Roy, but he was disappointed; he found nothing.

Instead, the feeling of being constantly by his side became even stronger, as if Roy might appear behind him at any moment.

behind?!!!

He turned around abruptly, his solemn gaze fixed on what lay behind him...

"Oops...you caught me...here's a little reward for you..."

*Pfft!*

A pair of pale, ghostly hands swept past Saan's eyes, making a soft cutting sound, like a knife making a cut in cloth, like something quieter than tearing, leaving a thin, dark red line in Saan's pupils...

The next second!

"ah!!!!!"

A deafening scream erupted from Saan's mouth, echoing throughout the entire deck.

The dagger in his right hand slipped and fell onto the deck with a dull thud.

In response, Saan made no further move; he simply instinctively covered his eyes with his hands...

Above his brown pupil in the center of the gap between his hands, a thin, dark red thread was visibly widening, deepening, and bleeding.

Countless drops of bright red blood were gushing from the wound, flowing down his fingers and dripping onto the deck with a hissing sound.

In contrast to his painful screams, Roy's expression remained calm and indifferent, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

He withdrew his right hand, still stained with Saen's blood, and let it hang at his side, his five fingers slightly curled, fingertips pointing downwards, like a knife that had just been drawn from its sheath and immediately sheathed again.

Blind spot attack... A common killing method used by the Zoldyck family, always launching a surprise attack when the target is off guard.

This is an incredibly useful technology that is also the first to transform the target from "living people" to "dead people".

It's not because it's complicated, it's because it's the simplest... strike from where the opponent can't see you, strike from their blind spot...

The human brain has blind spots, and attention has its limits.

As long as you seize that limit, the moment the other person thinks they've found you!

From behind, from the shadows, from the edge of the line of sight... strike!

One cut is enough... no need for a second cut. Besides, a hand chop is still a knife...

After being struck by such a near-divine attack, Saen suddenly knelt on the ground, dark red blood seeping from between his fingers as he held his cheek, dripping onto the deck.

Soon, Saan's face turned as white as paper, his lips turned purple, his pupils became dilated, and his breathing became rapid, like a bellows.

"You..." Saen's voice was hoarse and strained, like water squeezed from sand.

"...You cut off my..."

"Double pupils..."

Roy took over the conversation, his voice flat, as if stating a fact.

"From this day forward... your eyes will never see the light again..."

"Your hands will never be able to hold a dagger again!"

My hand?

Stimulated by the excruciating pain, Saan had lost his basic judgment. He was unaware that when Roy stabbed him in the eyes, he had also severed the tendons in his right wrist.

This time, Saen didn't call out...

Because he can no longer call out.

"When?"

Roy's normally calm and composed silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the terrifying scene before him.

The figure that had been standing there was now completely gone, replaced by a figure that Roy knew all too well... no, not a person, but a monster... Yumungard.

"Well done..."

Yumongaard praised Loy, gently pulled Saen forward, and stuck his long tongue to her. Countless red, white, and multicolored emotional threads emerged from Saen's body...