The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

It's enough that the cleaning lady can clean the room properly, really.

The girl went into the room, while Kusuo Saiki walked past her and the cleaning cart she was pushing, intending to go downstairs for breakfast.

A sweeper truck, as the name suggests, is a collection-type tool vehicle used to help with cleaning. In addition to cleaning tools, it also has two large trash cans, one for wet waste and one for dry waste... It doesn't really matter which way you put it, so why do I have a special feeling about this sweeper truck?

Don't look at the trash can. Looking at the trash can will remind you of bad things. Never look inside the trash can.

Kusuo Saiki looked down, and a small black creature emerged from under the car, walking in an S-shaped path, and met her.

Boom! (Some kind of explosion sound)

Kusuo Saiki instantly retreated to the corner of the room.

"Hey, miss, what's wrong with you...?"

Hey, you! Hurry up and get rid of these cockroaches! Aren't you the professional cleaner?

What kind of wild imagination is this? Why are creatures from the Dark Continent so familiar with things on the continent?

It must be an internet cafe. This creature looks like it's going to eat me. Hey, is anyone going to do anything about this?

The cleaning girl got closer and closer to Saiki Kusuo, and her hand quietly touched Saiki Kusuo's back.

The girl suddenly froze.

Don't casually compare someone's back to a corpse.

The girl, not believing it, pinched Saiki Kusuo's face and found that his cheeks were very soft.

Don't be surprised, just deal with the cockroaches! Where did they go now? They've completely vanished, haven't they?! I can't take it anymore, I need to teleport!

Kusuo Saiki remained rooted to the spot.

"Hey, you're making a lot of noise and bothering us, be quiet... Oh, so this is your room."

Nobunaga's arrival was both timely and unfortunate. It was timely because he saved us from an urgent crisis, but unfortunate because he crushed the cockroach's corpse with his foot.

Nobunaga lifted his foot to enter.

"Huh? Who do you think you're talking to..."

Nobunaga finally saw the situation in the room clearly: the girl was buried on top of Saiki Kusuo, and the bed was a mess (it was opened by the cleaning girl when she came in to change the bed).

Surprisingly, Nobunaga didn't stop anything; instead, he gave a thumbs up.

After saying that, he left the room and closed the door behind him. Saiki Kusuo's face darkened.

The girl rubbed her waist against Saiki Kusuo's clothes, smearing a lot of her makeup on her face as well.

A low-pressure atmosphere emanated from Kusuo Saiki.

The so-called girl was instantly frightened back to her original form.

Meanwhile, Nobunaga found Chrollo.

Kuroro's room was upstairs, and he spent the night in the presidential suite with a young lady.

"Regiment... what's going on here, Commander?!"

"The toilet pipe suddenly burst. Ugh, what a terrible start. But showing strong problem-solving skills in a crisis can improve one's impression. The other person is a bit upset now, so I need to create some distance. Have you found the next target?"

"Commander, you smell."

"It's inevitable. I'll go to your room to shower. Where are Machi and the other one?"

"By the way, Captain, I was just talking about that person..."

Information is shared among some dark creatures. They have their own small groups. Among the intelligent creatures that can act as NPCs, the lower the level of the dark creature, the more it relies on that website and the more easily it is swayed by public opinion.

Their method of information dissemination is unlike human networks, which can only transmit text and images; it's much more explosive—it's about feelings!

The girl vividly conveyed her feelings of being threatened and oppressed onto the spider web.

The dark creatures have been trained over the years to become qualified NPCs, enduring the daily torment of not being human but having to pretend to be.

They hunched over, submitting to the alter ego of Kusuo Saiki.

Recently, Saiki Kusuo's clones have suddenly stopped showing up. For a long time, no one has suppressed them, controlled them, or enforced the rules that were once set for them.

Now that Kusuo Saiki has shown his strength, they can't help but follow suit.

I can't help but admire this strong person!

They were originally creatures that crawled on the ground! Lord Kusuo taught them to walk! They experienced the beauty of human emotions! They desperately craved human love! They wanted to catch humans! To kiss them to death, touch them to death, and devour them—ah, of course, according to the rules set by Lord Kusuo, harming and eating humans was a death penalty, even if the humans volunteered!

How awful! They have to suffer every day like they're not human, they're pretending to be human, but they can't even eat people!

Such unrequited love only intensifies a beast's longing, doesn't it?

Kusuo Saiki opened the elevator.

"Welcome, sir! I would like to ask you to mate with me..."

With the elevator empty, Kusuo Saiki slammed the dark creature's head into the wall.

Then restore the elevator and the dark creature to their state as they were a day ago.

What's wrong with these guys?

I'd rather see Hisoka when the elevator doors open than see any dark creature.

The elevator doors opened, and there was only one person waiting to get on.

It had been a year and a half since I last saw him. His hair was down, his makeup was off, and the swagger he exuded had faded considerably, but his phoenix eyes and golden pupils still possessed a unique sharpness.

His gaze swept over Saiki Kusuo, and he chuckled twice.

Kusuo Saiki: ...Could you close the door?

Dark Creature: Ah, it's Hisoka-sama, ranked third on the Spider Web Ranking!!

They actually knew this guy.

Hisoka quickly determined:

It's one thing for NPCs to be bad, but why add the "no money" comment?

Hisoka stepped into the elevator, his back to Saiki Kusuo.

Only now could one see his current clothes, and Saiki Kusuo retracted his flamboyant remark.

Hisoka had a huge heart on the back of his clothes, from which a crooked arrow extended, pointing directly at his own buttocks.

What kind of life experience would lead someone to wear such clothes out in public?

The elevator descended to a new floor, and when the door opened, it was someone I knew.

He was holding a woman's hand as she was about to enter the elevator. Kuroro, who was entering alongside her, saw Hisoka, and the two paused for a moment.

In the past, when Kuroro encountered Hisoka alone, he would either disguise himself or run away. But this time, in just a moment, the Thief's Secret Technique appeared in Kuroro's hand.

Is this tense atmosphere really as expected?

Saiki Kusuo guessed. Sure enough, after he left, many plot points unfolded as originally intended.

After the famous battle between Chrollo and Hisoka, Hisoka killed two of Chrollo's crew members. Chrollo finally harbored resentment towards Hisoka and boarded a ship bound for the Dark Continent, determined to take Hisoka's head and place it with the cake to commemorate the dead and celebrate his victory.

While it's hard to say whether having a head next to a cake would cause further damage to one's sense of taste and smell, can it really make one happy? It seems people who lose a partner have gone insane.

You couldn't tell anything from their inner thoughts. At this moment, neither of them was thinking about the reason for their fight. They were only thinking about how to fight back if the other side made a move.

"Let's duel, Hisoka. Now that I've found you, nothing else matters." Chrollo spoke with a rare aggressiveness.

"Hmm~ I'm also glad Kuroro invited me, but it's not time yet. I'm not ready. I need to learn to be patient before I can reap the fruit~ If you're going to kill me now, I don't mind fulfilling my vow right now."

Looking to both sides, even he could feel the tense atmosphere.

Should we stop this? No, it's better to just watch. Their lives or deaths are none of his business.

Going a step further, how about we stop them now and ask Illumi if he wants to join the group?

Anyway, everyone else now thinks they are Zoldyck's butler.

After a long period of tension, the imminent battle did not begin.

Kuroro asked in confusion, "What promise? What promise did we make to each other?"

"Huh? Weren't we talking about that?" Hisoka asked as well.

Kuroro paused for two seconds to think, then held up two fingers.

"The tour group has two things to discuss with you."

"The first thing is to give me back my coat."

"Secondly. We've long considered the chameleon a partner, and we'll repay it tenfold if we hurt it. You'd better return it to us intact right now."

Hisoka: "..."

Hisoka's face puffed up like a steamed bun.

"Such a small thing... Weren't you wearing a coat?"

"A trivial matter?" Kuroro's calm masked a storm brewing beneath.

"Didn't you notice the different versions of the coat? The original version, in terms of both craftsmanship and materials, is now extremely difficult to replicate, making it a collector's item. The version I'm wearing now is paired with a silver-threaded sleeveless turtleneck underneath. The original gold-threaded long-sleeved coat had to be matched with the one you took. You wonder why I'm wearing two belts? The original coat had a tie-up design at the chest that complemented the two belts, and this design is also reflected in my boots. The one you took, I've left the whole outfit in the closet at the base."

It's just a piece of clothing, right? Is the Phantom Troupe's reason for joining the ship really that outrageous?!

"Making a new one? That's too easy to say. Do you know how irreplaceable a coat is when every detail, from the leather to the fur collar to the design and craftsmanship, is carefully selected? Every page of Togashi-sensei's manga features a different coat!"

Hey. I can break down the dimensional barrier, so what's the point of playing if you do?

Hisoka remained unmoved: "I left the coat with Illya. It was with one of your crew members from the beginning. Didn't Illya tell you?"

Kuroro: ...

Kusuo Saiki: So it was with my older brother. You two are really close... Wait, what did he just say?

Kuroro: "Okay, I'll check it out. Putting that aside for now, the second thing is, where is the chameleon?"

"Gone~ Who cares about that little thing after the ship sank?"

Kuroro's veins were throbbing slightly.

Hisoka casually stood with his hands on his hips, giving a flirtatious wink to the woman Chrollo had brought.

Kuroro: "I guessed that too... Hisoka."