The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Chapter 162 Cat is Good, Nan is Bad

Nanmao followed behind with a blank expression, her eyes fixed intently on Kuroro's back.

They're the leaders of the Phantom Troupe, unparalleled villains, aren't they? Why doesn't the real body just take action and execute them humanely? The real body's fists could definitely do that.

Of course, this is just wishful thinking. If the two of them were to actually fight, he wouldn't stand idly by; he might even speak in a human voice and stand between them to try and break up the fight.

After all, if the main body is damaged, the clone will disappear. This is one of the important reasons why he must stay close to protect the main body.

But Kuroro is someone I just can't like; he's a total nuisance, isn't he?

At that time, the main body clearly had something to deal with that was comparable to saving the world, but had to find a clone to deal with it hastily, with his mind full of "what a hassle" as he went to Yorkxin to deal with matters related to the Phantom Troupe.

It's impossible that Chrollo is really a friend of the original body as Illumi said; it doesn't seem like it at all.

Kuroro felt the gaze fixed on him, turned around, and only saw Nanako.

And the polite young man who had been following them all along.

The young man smiled politely and took a thermos from his bag. "Do you need hot water? I saw you have instant noodles."

It must be this dark creature observing him.

"Thank you. May I ask why you're following us?"

"Since this is your first time in this prison setting, I imagine you'll need some help. Please think of me as a guiding NPC," the young man replied with a smile.

Kusuo Saiki: The dignified warden actually acts like a guide for NPCs.

Nanmako casually took two steps forward and followed Saiki Kusuo to his feet, also in Kuroro's blind spot.

Each area has one or two leaders who manage all the dark creatures within their respective areas and also serve as inter-organizational liaisons. This communication channel is an innate ability they possess, much like how some insects communicate using their antennae; even Nanmao couldn't learn it without instruction.

Rather than trying to hear the thoughts of dark creatures through telepathy, it's better to keep such an assistant by your side to direct them.

This approach is more efficient than him giving orders through telepathy. For example, just now, the entire prison's settings were changed in an instant without the help of this assistant, as well as the timely provision of props in other areas.

Before a player takes over a lord's position, each region has its own Dark Creature Lord. After a player becomes a lord, the original Dark Creature Lord becomes even more important. By cultivating good relations with the Dark Creature Lord, players can control the Dark Creatures of the entire region, greatly enhancing the territory's self-defense capabilities. Of course, many players are not yet aware of this.

"Just an NPC? The first time I saw you, I felt that you possessed a leadership quality that other prison guards didn't have."

Many players didn't realize...

"Before this place became the theme for the actors, it was actually a prison, right? After the theme changed, you were the one who did the best costume change."

It shouldn't be that easy to find out...

"If I may ask, before I became the lord, were you the 'lord' here? After all, the system notification says 'The lord has been changed to a player'."

Nanmao: I hate Kuroro.

The young man beside him, the former lord and leader of the dark creatures, bowed slightly, not answering immediately, inwardly seeking Nanmao's opinion.

Nanmao sent a voice transmission:

“It’s me,” the young man said. “I’m the former warden here, and now I’m probably an executive director or something. I’ve heard about your acting just now, even though I haven’t seen it live. It’s amazing, and everyone was blown away. That’s why when you asked the guards to do something, they all responded enthusiastically.”

"You flatter me. It's just that we're not good at this. I'm still not as good as truly professional actors. So, can I ask the prison guards to help us with things? In exchange, if there's anything you like or need that I can fulfill right now, I'll do my best."

"Can I really say it..." The young man lowered his eyes, seemingly thinking, but actually glancing at Nanmao's tail.

With its tail tip twirling in the air, seemingly unconcerned, the young man said with relief, "We want to get closer to humans."

"Human life is rich and varied, but so far we have only learned one thing: to interact with humans in an unfriendly manner, like a prison guard or a prisoner."

"If given the chance... we'd like to get to know you humans better."

Kuroro was somewhat surprised, yet it seemed to make sense. He had already sensed the creatures' curiosity towards humans in Love City; the only difference was that the creatures there were more enthusiastic, while those here seemed much more polite.

It's not annoying.

Are you sure the other prison guards share this view?

"I'm sure we're on the same wavelength."

“I understand, but I'll arrange the reward later; now is not the time. I hope you won't tell them…”

“We are on the same page,” the young man reminded him, “so they all already know, but everyone will keep it well hidden.”

Creatures whose thoughts and ideas are all the same... I wonder if dark creatures in other realms are the same.

Realizing this, Kuroro smiled at the young man and addressed everyone, saying, "Alright, then please look forward to what's coming in three days..."

Kusuo Saiki: Hello.

Why is it three days later? Wasn't it only supposed to be two days?

"Don't you think this could be a better base than Love City?"

What kind of good place is prison? You're already an ordinary person, with no books or comics, and life is already boring. It would be very difficult to eat prison food on top of that.

"Neither you nor I are prisoners, so why should we go to jail?"

Kusuo Saiki: ?

In the warden's office, on the former warden's desk, six dishes and a soup were laid out.

Kusuo Saiki picked up the knife, reached out, and pressed the blade against the crispy roasted duck skin in front of him. The fat seeped out from the skin, separating from the knife. As the knife fell a little further, the juices inside, along with the enticing aroma, flowed out.

Beside him, Kuroro deftly sliced ​​the steak into bite-sized pieces with his knife, the metal cutter making no noise against the ceramic plate. He then dipped a piece in egg wash and savored it with elegance.

The hot plate beneath the grilled fish was still sizzling against the fish meat.

Across the table, the young man carefully arranged the same steak, cut into very small pieces, on a small plate. Then, in the blind spot created by the huge grilled fish platter, he took the small plate off the table and quietly placed it on the seat next to him.

The cat, Nanmao, squatting on the seat, ate them one by one.

"The preparations were rushed, I don't know if you'll like them. The chefs here don't usually make many desserts, but I've already had someone get some from the City of Love."

Kusuo Saiki: Don't worry about it, it's already quite unexpected. It would be even better if there was rice at a time like this.

"The prisoners' food must be plain and bland, but we've been trying different human cuisines all the time. After all, how can the prison guards' food be the same as the prisoners'?"

Don't try to highlight your status with fancy food; prison guards' meals are definitely not that good.

"However, Lord, now that we're on the act, why not let the other prisoners eat these foods instead of just boxed lunches?" the young man asked Kuroro.

“Film crews outside all eat boxed lunches,” Kuroro said. “And this kind of food can become something that everyone longs for. With a goal, you can…”

It's truly pitiful to have a lord like that.

"I won't go into details since it's still in the planning stages. But more importantly, does the warden have his own name?"

"Yes, my name is Corrudo."

That name sounds familiar. Could there be another one named Lena?

Kuroro heard: "Rena?"

Don't tell anyone.

"Huh? You know Lena? She's my sister! By the way, you two are from the City of Love. The former lord there was Lena. But our names were... given to us by a human. We really like our names."

“Okay, then I’ll call you Cordoba from now on,” Kuroro said.

Although there were only a few dishes, it was a bit of a stretch for three people.

Corudo: "It's okay, I'll give the leftovers to my friends to finish together."

Kuroro: "Thank you for your help. It's getting late, so Saiki, you should go to sleep. Ordinary people should be asleep by now. I've already asked Cordo to get some books. If you have any other requests, just let me know."

Why do you act like a king just because you've become the lord of a mere territory?

"I'm not going to sleep tonight."

Keep going, Your Majesty, who works day and night; the world needs you.

The ordinary person, Kusuo Saiki, doesn't actually have high demands. He just wants an ordinary life, ordinary food and drink, and nothing special.

Two beds were put side by side in the prison's infirmary, and one person slept soundly.

At night, Kuroro sat in front of the monitor wall in the broadcasting room. As he expected, many small groups of the 40 people in the prison began whispering that night.

The air conditioner in the broadcasting room was broken, and even though it was already night, the room was getting hotter. Kuroro took off his coat, and when he changed, it was taken by Cordo, who had been following him.

"Please continue to monitor the surveillance footage. I'll go hang the clothes over there. I've had someone remove the air conditioner from the shop outside; we can simply swap the two air conditioners to restore service."

Kuroro nodded understandingly at the dark creature's clumsy method stemming from its lack of understanding of air conditioning: "No need to use honorifics with me. I'll install the air conditioner; the chances of something going wrong will be smaller."

"Thank you for your help. Can I find some people to watch? There are a lot of people who want to watch," Corudo said sincerely.

Kuroro nodded: "Okay, but a maximum of three people."

"When I go out, can I let four people watch?"

"You guys are really curious about humans, that's impressive," Kuroro said casually.

Although there are four people, if things get out of control, he might not be able to handle 1 against 4.

But by now, he had gained some understanding of the rules of this place. Although they were strange, everything was logically consistent, and he had come to believe some of them...

Behind him, the young man reached into the pocket of Kuroro's coat and quietly took out the psychic suppressor collar, placing it directly into his own chest cavity. He then hung the coat on the rack by the door, quietly waiting for the right moment to deliver the item.

At night, outside the infirmary, the surveillance cameras dutifully recorded everything that happened in front of the door.

No one came, but the door to the infirmary was quietly opened a crack and then quietly closed again.

Meanwhile, Kuroro, who should have been monitoring the surveillance, was installing the air conditioner and receiving cheers from the dark creatures. He squatted on the ladder and glanced at the surveillance wall at the door of the ward where Saiki Kusuo was. Next to it was the surveillance camera outside the ward window. Neither of the surveillance cameras showed anything unusual.

The room door was closed.

Bright moonlight streamed into the room through the window, illuminating a white-haired figure. He sat leaning against the edge of the bed, his fingertips repeatedly lifting Saiki Kusuo's hair to check his depth of sleep, influencing his dreams with telepathy.

He saw Saiki Kusuo having a beautiful dream, a dream where his superpowers disappeared. Saiki Kusuo was living as an ordinary person in his original world. In the dream, he went to school in the morning, walking with Alluka, Killua, and Milluki. His three younger brothers went into middle school, and he then left to go to his own high school. There were many familiar figures in the Hunter x Hunter world in the high school. The teacher at the gate was Yun Gu, and his class teacher was a black-haired man with tattoos on his face...

The magician!!

Kusuo Hakusa urgently controlled the dream and replaced Chrollo with Hisoka, who had loose hair and didn't dye it.

He was terrified. If Kuroro's true form appeared, he would probably be startled awake just like him.

The voice of Kusuo Saiki in my dream.

The result wasn't much better, was it?

Shirai Kusuo pulled the blanket off Kusuo Kusuo a little, and quietly reached out to test him. His fingertips touched Kusuo Kusuo's neck, and he followed the movement to the back of his neck, folding down half of the pajamas that were pressing down on him.

Very well, just as he expected, even without telepathy, superpowered individuals like them still habitually have very low vigilance towards their surroundings.