Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Suddenly, a shimmering blue light emerged from Luo Yi's palm and spread outwards.

Waves of air rippled outwards, like undulating gauze.

Enveloped in a light veil, Roy and Fica's thoughts seemed to freeze in time, unable to generate a single idea.

until……

"I never imagined... that Bolt would die here."

A deep, steady voice came from not far away, like a stone thrown into a deep pool, cracking the solidified thoughts.

Coming to their senses, Roy and Fica looked in the direction of the sound and saw an old man with a bushy beard squatting beside Bolt's head, gently closing his eyes.

As for Saan next to Bolt, he didn't even glance at him.

"What a pity..."

With a soft sigh, the bearded old man stood up and walked back to the pile of rubble in Yumongard.

"Little girl, leave it to me, you step back a bit."

The bearded old man smiled and gently gestured for Serapika to step back.

For some reason, once she met the old man's deep and wise eyes, she couldn't muster any thoughts of resistance.

Da da da……

Serapika took a few steps back, coming to Roy and Fica's side, staring blankly ahead, and said:

"This...person..."

"How did you get here?"

Serapika's voice, though questioning, carried an indescribable sense of awe that she herself was unaware of.

Roy and Fica didn't reply; they hadn't fully shaken off the feeling of their minds being frozen.

After a long while, Luo Yi said quietly:

"I don't know either, but it's probably related to this pile of stuff I have."

He squeezed the jade tablet fragments that had shattered into small pieces in his hand, and a guess began to form in his mind.

Is it Nen ability again?

Without any reason, without any trace... and without any preparation!

This almost miraculous power is truly unreasonable.

Although Roy felt very dangerous and powerless against Bolt and Saen, he at least did not dare to resist.

But... this time is different, very different.

The moment the bearded old man appeared, Roy felt as if he were facing his grandfather, Maha Zoldyck.

That sense of foreboding, that unspoken oppression, that... extreme coldness.

"You're a Zoldyck kid, aren't you?"

With a wave of his left hand, the old man with the bushy beard vanished from the remnants of Yumongard in front of him as if they had never existed... not blown away by the wind, not evaporated by Nen, but erased.

Like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, or a line of text deleted, leaving only a clean, empty deck.

Then he looked toward Roy's position:

"I haven't seen anyone from the Zoldyck family in a long time. I think the last time was about 35 years ago. There was a boy with white hair like you back then, except his hair was wavy."

As he spoke, the bearded old man took a few steps forward, picked up Bolt's head, put it back on the body, and pieced it back together.

"Sigh, didn't I tell you? Yumengad isn't so easy to deal with, even if it's just a juvenile... Look, you've carelessly lost your life."

The bearded old man shook his head at Bolt's corpse, his tone devoid of blame or sorrow, only a faint, autumn-like helplessness.

Wavy hair? Gray hair?

Roy was taken aback by the words of the bearded old man.

Instinctively, he thought of someone.

A person he least wanted to think about.

A middle-aged man with a head of white, curly hair resembling ramen noodles, a dignified and aloof burly man.

His father... Silva Zoldyck!

"You mean Silva Zoldyck?"

Roy's eyes turned cold, and he uttered a name indifferently.

"Yes, yes, that seems to be his name. Do you know him?"

With another wave of his left hand, Bolt's corpse in front of the bearded old man suddenly disappeared.

"He is my father."

"Your father?"

The bearded old man looked at Luo Yi again with a puzzled expression.

"It doesn't seem like it. Apart from this head of white hair, you don't look like it at all."

"I remember the first time I met him, that kid was incredibly arrogant, his neck was practically pointing to the sky, and he wouldn't utter a single word for a day or two, let alone... make any friends."

The bearded old man shifted his gaze from Roy and glanced at the tense Fika and Serapika beside him.

"I am indeed...his son..."

"Although I don't want to, I am by blood."

A surge of suppressed negative emotions welled up inside him, temporarily diluting the oppressive feeling emanating from the old man.

"Oh, it seems he's not a good father..."

The bearded old man seemed to have discerned some of Roy's feelings for Silva, and added a casual remark.

"Are you one of the Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves?"

Roy didn't respond, but instead asked a question he had been wondering about for a long time.

"Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves? That's what Saen said, right? Bolt wouldn't say that."

The bearded old man turned his head slightly and glanced regretfully at Bolt's defeated head.

"Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves is true, but that's what outsiders call us. We have our own name. To be precise, our name is ^_^ Seven Seas Gatekeepers, or the Seven Seas Alliance... that's fine too."

"The Seven Seas Alliance? Aren't you pirates? Why do you call yourselves that?"

Fika, who was standing next to Roy, suddenly asked a question.

But he regretted it as soon as he asked, because a certain intuition told him that the bearded old man in front of him was someone he shouldn't touch.

"Um?"

The bearded old man frowned almost imperceptibly, giving the red-haired youth a strange look.

It seemed as if they were wondering why this ordinary-looking boy could withstand their pressure and speak.

He could understand the Zoldycks; that family wasn't exactly normal to begin with.

But what gives this young man the right to do this?

"Red hair? Red hair?"

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before... It's so familiar..."

The bearded old man stared intently at Fika, his gaze somewhat lost in thought.

A deep but unpleasant memory began to surface in his mind.

"Ola Berg!"

"Ora Berg...Ora Berg!"

A name surfaced in the bearded old man's mind, and he unconsciously uttered it, with a hint of dissatisfaction, frustration, and gritted teeth.

"Tell me! What's your relationship with him?!"

Changing the subject, the bearded old man interrogated the red-haired boy, Fika, in an unfriendly tone.

Fika was taken aback by the old man's sudden question, but after a few seconds of stunned silence, he remembered who Ola Berg was.

Isn't that the patriarch of their red-haired clan?

The moment he remembered, he had a bad feeling, because seeing the old man with the bushy beard in his current state, he knew that nothing good was going to happen.

But can he pretend not to know him?

A bitter smile appeared on his lips. After a moment of agonizing contemplation, Fika managed to utter two words with difficulty:

"know……"