The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Nobunaga: "Isn't it white?"

Kuroro: "The next head of the family with white hair, is that right? Are you testing us by asking this kind of question?"

Kusuo Saiki frowned. Changing the hair color that everyone remembers to be white would likely alter many past memories. While memories can be influenced to some extent by suggestion when they are being deleted, the specific results will vary from person to person, causing the brain to automatically fill in different memories.

How many people's heads did that guy smash? Did he include Illumi? How many people's memories did he alter? He didn't hesitate to smash so many people on the whale ship, turning the "Kusuo Saiki" in their memories into his own white-haired self.

Even if it's smashed, he's not showing up in front of these people right now. Is that guy trying to take his place or impersonate him? Does he simply want to play this game or trap these people he used to know here to keep him company?

Kusuo Saiki was still completely confused!

Seeing Saiki Kusuo deep in thought, Kuroro walked over and stepped in alongside him: "You asked us, so may I ask you a question related to Saiki? If you're his personal butler, you should know about his..."

Because now people speak automatically when they're thinking, everyone responds to conversations quite quickly.

Machi's thoughts were interrupted by Kuroro's blurted-out words: "Very good. Saiki Kusuo has no idea what's behind him."

"When did the commander become so familiar with that guy? Wasn't it before..."

What I did in the past—is it your imagination or my reality?

Before he could finish speaking, Nobunaga interrupted him again: "Wasn't it Yokojin who was behind this? Isn't that guy an enemy of the Phantom Troupe?"

I was just a cat passing by back then. By the way, you guys probably don't know that was me?! When were you talking about?

"The commander was being choked by him in the sky. The contrast between his black and white hair was so striking, it looked like an angel was killing a demon. It was very eerie. The commander almost died then," Nobunaga said.

Who's choking him? If I could make that choking motion, no one could survive in my hands.

Machi: "Hmm? I don't think that person wants to get involved in the conflict. The Zoldycks have always been neutral, haven't they? By the way, what's behind you, Commander?"

Suddenly we came full circle.

"Ah, I mean, he never changes those clothes. I'm trying to remember, and it seems like that's really the case. Isn't that strange?"

The imagined memories don't hold up to scrutiny, and the conversation can't continue.

Kusuo Saiki quickened his pace.

After turning a corner, a large wall with the word "Exit" written on it came into view.

It's really simple, crude, and sloppy.

Kuroro: "Let's break through this game first. My friend Xiao Xiang, did you hear the answer you wanted? Can we stop this endless nagging? If possible, I'd like to see your pieces, but I probably won't give them to you. If it were me, I wouldn't either..."

This person is so long-winded; if they want to say something, they should just say it directly. Oh, he is indeed talking now.

Kusuo Saiki threw the chess piece directly to Kuroro.

With his current superpower suppressor, he can control his abilities well, and simple movements no longer involve exaggerated power.

Kuroro keenly sensed the power of the flying piece, clasped his hands together, and quickly focused his strength to catch it.

He caught it perfectly normally, and Kusuo Saiki was satisfied with his current state.

"Exaggerated power, is this a provocation?"

Kuroro took the chess piece and held it between his fingers. It was a round chess piece with a black background and a white center, the character "砦" (fortress) written on the center. Its shape was easily recognizable as a military ceremonial piece.

"Military pieces. Each side has 25 pieces. Although this is just a guess, we may need to conquer 25 or even 50 areas. I believe the former more, because that way we can collect all the pieces and then challenge a certain target."

"Next, I'm going to test whether non-lords can use this piece. Use the lord's piece to remove the deprivation of the right to think silently."

Is it really possible to so easily give away control of a chess piece to someone else? That's too hasty.

This guy is so stubborn, he can't get better even for a second.

Kusuo Saiki was uninterested. Control him? How could that be possible?

"Here you go." Kuroro reached out and handed the chess piece to Saiki Kusuo. "Your trust in us is unwavering, and we trust you just the same."

Just a second ago you were trying to control me.

Kusuo Saiki took the chess piece and looked ahead.

Okay, let's move on to the next level.

The word "Exit" was written on the wall in front of him. He stared at the exit for a long time with his X-ray vision, but all he saw was a group of strange creatures crawling on the ground behind the wall.

Do we really have to go through this place? How do we get out and break through the wall? There's nowhere to even put our feet down outside.

"Ah, the exit is down below," Kuroro reminded him.

Beneath his feet was something like an altar. Saiki Kusuo looked down, and a voice appeared in his mind.

The altar below vanished instantly, and the four people plummeted downwards.

——————Thump! Thump! Thump-thump!

Four voices followed in succession: Kusuo Saiki, Kuroro, Machi, and Nobunaga, indicating a successful landing.

Neither the chill of the place nor the subtle sensations brought about by the thin air had much of an impact on Kusuo Shiki.

Superpowered individuals are born with exceptional night vision. The first thing Saiki Kusuo noticed was the surrounding terrain; it resembled the bottom of a cliff, with towering stone walls on either side. A massive boulder at the top blocked the view above, meaning he would need X-ray vision to see further to get out…

"There's a slight breeze in this direction. Let's head out in the direction of the wind. We should have reached a cave-like place."

Humans have this kind of perception.

Kuroro said, "Is everyone alright? Let's start by counting, one."

Nobunaga: "Second, I'm fine, Commander. Should I open the gates?"

Machi: "Three. Let's forget about a circle that's only three meters wide. My gut feeling is that this place is safe enough."

Kusuo Saiki: But we need to pay more attention to other humans.

Unknown: "Five".

"...Hmm?" Kuroro reacted quickly, and a book immediately appeared in his hand.

At the same time, Nobunaga also spread his three-meter circle.

Kusuo Saiki glanced sideways at the person standing next to him. Although there is a certain difference between manga and real people, there are not many people who have not seen the blond-haired man yet.

This person is...

"Oh dear, I'm harmless! Please don't make a move! I thought everyone was calling me, so I joined without permission! It's pitch black here, and since you don't know me, I don't know any of you either."

"—Let's not be so tense, shall we?"

Such a pitch-black scene offered no sense of security; Nobunaga had already gripped his sword, ready to draw it at any moment.

Kusuo Saiki reached up and patted Doraemon Wapo on the head.

"Meow? Meow!"

He couldn't understand a word. Kusuo Saiki reached behind Doraemon's neck and found a switch that toggled between human and cat voices.

"Hello, do you need any help? The environment is dimly lit, do you need lighting?" Wap said.

"3, 2, 1... No interruption. Now turn on the first level of lighting for the master."

It is said that a cat's eyes glow in the dark.

Wapu's eyes turned into two light bulbs after he finished speaking.

The brightness was immediately blinding to those in the room, as it was completely dark.

"Wow, that cat actually has this effect."

"Captain, shouldn't we be surprised that this is actually a robot cat?!"

"Very Zoldyck style, isn't it? Doesn't the Zoldyck have a lot of high-tech industries?"

With the lighting, everyone finally saw the fifth person.

blond hair, black eyes, a slightly long face, and a somewhat eerie smile.

"Oh my, so you're from the Phantom Troupe. I've heard so much about you... Is this beautiful pink-haired lady from the Zoldyck family? Our Hunter Association has always been on good terms with the Zoldycks."

Aren't you a rebellious individual with a playful streak? Don't try to associate yourself with us Zoldycks.

That's right, this person is one of the twelve Earthly Branches under the leadership of the Hunter Association Chairman.

Pariston, a Rat, was treated like a villain in the chairman election arc, disapproved of by most of the other twelve Zodiacs. However, he still managed to obtain the chairmanship through manipulation, and then resigned from it.

He tricked a lot of people, hmm.

Kuroro clearly recognized the person: "So it's you. I saw quite a few of the Hunter Association's Zodiacs on the ship this time. Are all of them alright since they left the mainland?"

Pariston smiled broadly.

Kusuo Saiki: This guy's smile never stopped.

"The Hunter Association will continue to operate normally, and it'll be more interesting to solve problems as they arise, right?"

Kuroro laughed, "Really? How strange, I can sense a common trait in you all: a thirst for thrills."

"Oh, not at all. I always thought the Phantom Troupe were the real madmen who pursued their own desires. It's quite a surprise to meet them today. It's unexpected that we can have such a peaceful chat!"

"We're all in the same boat."

Kusuo Saiki looked left and right.

On one side is the Hunter Association, and on the other is the wanted person.

How can the two sides ignore their identities and chat so peacefully?

Pariston said, "How about a short-term cooperation? I really don't have much strength, and it's too dangerous to stay in this dark continent without cooperation."

"Hmm—does the three-star hunter lack strength?"

"Hunter star ratings are based on reputation and achievements. I'm just a little smart, but in terms of strength, everyone can beat me! I'm in a really bad situation!"

How about reflecting on your own character issues?

"The brains are the key, actually I am too, but the feet are the real power, which makes perfect sense, doesn't it?"

How long are you two going to keep praising each other? Is pretending to be weak really that fun?

"I'm aware of the Phantom Troupe's strength. Is this young lady from the Zoldyck family a powerful figure?"

Pariston blinked: "His strength is quite mysterious."

See? They don't listen to people at all.

“Let’s not talk about Miss Zoldyck anymore. How long has Mr. Pariston been here? Does he know how to take over this territory?” Kuroro steered the conversation back on track.