Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"Boss!"

With a shout, the red-haired Fica leaped off the edge of the stands, his movement so sudden he almost tripped over the railing.

He didn't even bother to adjust his landing posture; his knees slammed heavily onto the gravel, and he scrambled to Roy's side.

In less than two seconds... he came down from the ten-meter-high stands to Roy's side.

"What are you yelling about?"

Roy's voice was as calm as ever, even carrying a hint of impatience.

He was sitting half-sitting on the ground, his clothes on his right shoulder were soaked with blood, and blood was still seeping from the wound on his cheek that had been cut by the force of the punch. He looked to be in very bad shape.

"I'm fine, it just looks a bit serious."

Roy glanced at Fica's worried face, as if describing something trivial.

Upon hearing this, Fica calmed down a bit, slowly extended his right hand, and helped Roy to his feet.

The moment Roy stood up straight, his body went limp, causing him to lose his strength briefly. His center of gravity involuntarily dropped, and he almost fell over again.

But he quickly grabbed Fica's right shoulder with his left hand, regained his balance, and returned to normal.

"Boss, let me use 'Reconstruction' to heal you."

Looking at Roy beside him, whose forehead was covered in fine beads of cold sweat, Fika gathered his thoughts, his hands glowing with a faint green light, and reached out towards Roy's shoulder.

"Need not...."

Roy casually brushed aside Fica's outstretched hand and shook his head:

"I can heal this injury myself. Besides, I have a special constitution. Every time I'm on the verge of my limit and heal myself again, my strength improves..."

"This battle was a choice I deliberately forced myself to make... Otherwise, I could have easily surrendered beforehand, understand?"

Upon hearing this, Fika froze on the spot, his hands hovering in mid-air, the pale green light of his mind flickering uncertainly at his fingertips, like two hesitant flames.

"But... Boss, your body is already..."

"I told you, don't use it."

Roy turned his head and looked at Fika's face.

The gaze wasn't sharp, nor even angry, but it carried an undeniable certainty.

It's as if it's saying: This is my body, my rules, my battle.

Fika bit her lower lip.

"Boss..."

His tone carried obvious resentment, as well as a hint of grievance at being rejected.

His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white. The pale green light of his mind struggled in his palms for a moment before finally extinguishing itself unwillingly.

Do you know the essence of "remodeling"?

Looking away, Roy lowered his head to check his physical condition...

The bone wasn't broken, but the muscles were severely torn, and there were large patches of bluish-purple bruising under the skin.

"Repairing consumes the regenerative potential of cells. Every inch of my body is already nearing its limit. Using 'reconstruction' now... is no different from prematurely draining its potential for improvement."

Fica remained silent.

Of course he knew.

He is the one who understands the principles of his own ability to speak the most.

Knowing is one thing, but watching helplessly as your boss stands in front of you covered in blood and you can't do anything about it is quite another.

"...So we're just going to tough it out like this?"

Fica's voice lowered, and his hands, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly.

"They won't even let you stop the bleeding?"

"Stop the bleeding, just wrap the wound with regular mantra; don't use the 'remodeling' activation."

As he spoke, Roy raised his hand and pressed it against the right side of his neck, where Hisoka had pinched him. Five bluish-purple finger marks had emerged, a shocking sight.

"Also, please find me some clean bandages and cold water."

Taking a deep breath, Fica forcefully suppressed the emotions that were about to overflow.

He knew that arguing with the boss at a time like this was pointless.

The leader's decisions are never made out of bravado, but based on the most rational calculation of pros and cons...

This is Roy.

This is the Zoldyck way: only the most rational weighing of pros and cons, completely eliminating personal emotions and feelings.

"I see......."

Fica pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from his waist, first using ordinary telekinesis to cover the wound on Roy's right cheek, temporarily stopping the bleeding, then turned around and called out towards the stands.

"Seraphia...could you go prepare the first-aid kit?"

Tap tap tap.....

A series of rhythmic footsteps came from the stands. The Kurta girl, Serapika, glanced back at Roy and Fica before silently turning back to the passageway to prepare the first-aid kit in the lounge.

Roy helped Fica walk towards the passage, tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes briefly, and felt the cold wind bringing in the smell of dirt and blood from the gap in the dilapidated arena.

His eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of excitement.

"Two hundred floors..." he suddenly said, his voice very soft.

Fica was taken aback: "What?"

"Hiso said he'd wait for me on the 200th floor."

Roy opened his eyes, staring at the dark ceiling, and that ambiguous smile reappeared on his lips.

"I will grant his wish in three days."

"Three days?" Fica's pupils contracted slightly, a hint of surprise in her voice:

"Boss, you reached level 200 in just three days?!"

"It's not that it can..." Roy said:

"Absolutely!"

"If we can't get up there, Hisoka will... he'll... he'll... and she..."

As he spoke, Roy pointed at Fica, then at himself, and finally at the departing figure of Serapicka, the girl from the Serapicka Cave Luta tribe, before whispering:

"Take care of them all...take care of them like crushing an ant."

"You know he has the ability..."

Fica clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles cracking.

What did he want to say? Did he want to yell, question, or ask why...?

Why would that man named Hisoka do such a thing?

But all the words that came to his throat were blocked.

Because he knew why without Roy telling him.

Because this is a world where the strong rule and the law of the jungle prevails.

Murder, robbery, theft... nothing matters here, as long as you're strong enough!

So he knew what Roy was talking about.

Two hundred layers...that's Hisoka's Death Scythe hanging over them.

That's something they have to do.

"I'll stay with you, boss."

Fica ultimately only uttered these three words.

Roy glanced at him sideways and remained silent for a moment.

Then she gave a soft "hmm".

It was still dark in the early morning, and there was still a long time to go.

Two hundred floors?

It's not that difficult, is it?

Roy smiled slightly, recalling the plot of Hunter x Hunter. Excluding the time spent training and developing Nen at Wingo, it only took Gon and Killua a month to reach the 200th floor.

But...I...now possess strength far exceeding what they had back then.

If the number of sessions allows, I should be able to reach level 200 in just two days.

As for the remaining day, if Yun Gu and Bisji still cannot be found, try forcibly starting the chanting.

After all, I don't want to die...