Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"...cough cough...I am..."

A very clear broadcast suddenly rang out in the sky, causing him to frown. The content that followed made him stop and think.

The Zoldyck family treats killing as a business, so they would never risk their lives for a business. If the secret realm were to collapse, they would decisively abandon the assassination and focus on escaping first.

Thinking of this, Silva quickened his pace.

A few minutes later, following closely behind him, a tall, blond figure stopped, cursing and looking around:

"Damn it! That Zoldyck assassin, he just ran away when the enemy came!"

They had just encountered two enemies at the same time. Ideally, each of them would have faced one enemy in a 1v1 situation, but Silva found an opportunity to run away.

He had no interest in killing or taking risks outside of his missions.

But the result was that Bisky, with her newly injured right arm, had to fight two well-coordinated enemies all by herself.

If she hadn't anticipated that [Manipulation] ability, and hadn't possessed exceptional strength, the battle might have lasted much longer.

The root of all this is that white-haired Zoldyck assassin!

Bisky swore she couldn't handle this big one, but she hoped she wouldn't catch any naturally evil Zoldyck brats in the future, or she would definitely teach them a lesson.

Bisky randomly chose a direction and took off running, completely ignoring the rugged terrain, dashing straight towards the hotel as if leaping across rooftops.

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A pitch-black underground church.

Pariston suddenly opened his eyes, looked up, and found himself sitting in the first row of the church.

Suddenly, a strange memory entered his mind. This memory came from a copy of the inner demon he had previously controlled, named [Mouri].

He merely used the other party's ability to disguise himself, hoping to get a closer look at the hunter named [Dia].

What truly intrigued Pariston was why his [Evil King] had no effect on Dia, neither affecting her mind nor producing a copy of her inner demons.

'Did he not meet any of the activation conditions?'

Pariston carefully recalled the seven conditions for activating his ability:

First: You must know the other person's real name; second: You must have at least three sentences of conversation with them; third: You must complete a basic psychological profile of them…

Finally: Those possessed by the [Evil King] must harbor hatred towards the one who initiates the attack; the stronger the hatred, the greater the degree to which they are affected by the [Evil King].

'What aspect is not satisfied...'

After thinking for a long time, he realized that the most likely point was the seventh one, which was harboring disgust.

If you assume from the beginning that he is already dead, then it is indeed difficult to feel any disgust towards a walking corpse...

Pariston pondered to himself, if that were really the case, then what gave the other party the confidence to be so confident?

The ability to summon the weather, while impressive, shouldn't be enough to inflate someone's ego to this extent.

'It seems he still has some trump card I don't know about, a card that gives him confidence.'

Based on the fragmented content of his memory, the only thing Pariston could be certain of was that Kido was definitely deeply influenced by the "Evil King".

Unfortunately, his consciousness, along with Mori's demonic clone, was destroyed in the explosion, causing him to unconsciously deactivate his ability against her.

'If this passive ability is canceled out like this, it won't work on her next time. This is really troublesome…'

Pariston stood up and walked to the lectern at the front, where a dark gold skull rested.

He picked up the skull and pondered to himself:

'Should we just go back?'

Unlike thieves who know nothing about artifacts and then misuse them, Pariston has extensive experience in using them.

With these general experiences, he quickly figured out how to use the dark gold head.

It should have originated from a powerful [Emission] type Devil Fruit user from ancient times. After that user died, his head transformed into a precious [Nen Tool] that housed his post-mortem Nen, possessing the same abilities as in life, or even stronger.

For example, as long as there is a [beacon] in the original world, you can teleport directly back here through this skull.

Those thieves or investigators probably don't even have a concept of a "beacon," let alone know how to send it back.

Pariston was able to sense the real world through the secret realm only because of the intricate connection between himself and his "original self".

Suddenly Pariston seemed to hear fragmented voices coming from the hotel above him.

This reminded him of something, so he picked up the skull and strolled leisurely out of the underground chapel...

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"Uhh—!!"

Kang Zai's veins bulged all over his body, his two hands gripping the lasso in Di Ya's right hand tightly, his two feet plowing a deep furrow in the cement road like an ox plowing a field.

He had been trying to pull Dia down from mid-air, but that only slowed Dia's flight a little. Without a solid foothold, it was difficult for him to hold on any longer.

Diya used every trick in the book to deal with her.

The [Metallic Ripple Nen] and the Nen meal of the doll Mumu Ze are both ineffective.

It's not that the red rope can't be eliminated or that the puppet Mumu Ze can't eat it, but rather that every time it's damaged, a new one immediately grows and traps it again.

The lasso was growing so fast that only through bullet time could Dia barely see it.

His right arm is now covered with fifty or sixty red nooses, which are probably impossible to remove completely by simply trying to remove them.

Dia turned to Milstein helplessly and said:

"Forget it, I'll just go and kill that ability user. You go back and tell my teacher I'm fine. She seemed very anxious when she saw me being dragged away, and she should be on her way here now."

"That's all fine. The only uncertainty is whether you can make it back in time. If you think you won't make it, you must kill that person before he breaks through the secret realm."

Mizziston said in a deep voice, "The collapse of the secret realm is no joke. Just getting lost in the vacuum zone is an extreme form of torture."

"clear."

Dia nodded solemnly, then gestured for Kang to let go. There was no need to waste any more time here; they might as well save their energy and go kill the guy who was playing with the ropes.

"Wait, here, take this!"

Mitchellston suddenly took something out of his pocket and threw it over.

Dia caught it, opened it, and found a miniature communicator. Only then did Mizziston signal Kangzai that he could let go.

"Then I'll let go!"

Kang Zai took a deep breath and suddenly released his hands. Dia was instantly pulled away by the lassos like an arrow.

Chapter 229 Leaving a Last Word × Qiduo, There Are Three Things I Didn't Tell You (4k2)

The earthquake intensified, as if it would shake the world apart at any moment.

In the illusory city that has been sealed by moonlight for twenty-five years, from the suburbs to the city center, high-rise buildings covered with wild plants continue to collapse with a roar.

A figure, accompanied by a red glow, swiftly streaked across the sky above the city. Dia silently counted the time.

'We've been flying for almost a minute now; at this speed, we're almost at the city's edge.'

The fact that she could pull him over from such a great distance filled Dia with a sense of awe and wonder.

A similar instance in the original work is when Kurapika kidnaps Uvogin using chains.

The ropes binding him now are no less functional or expressive than those of Kurapika, one of the main characters in the manga.

Kurapika truly risked his life, but what did this mysterious "boss" sacrifice?

Huhu——

The high-altitude air currents were turbulent, cutting across Dia's cheeks like knives, before being blocked by the [Entanglement] on his body.

The closer one gets to the city's edge, the more clearly a strange, high-pitched sound travels along the air currents.

It wasn't until just before landing that Diya could clearly hear what the voice was shouting—

"...We workers have guts; a pickaxe is no match for bones..."

boom!

A dazzling golden light fell from the sky and landed on the construction site covered with white ashes.

Suddenly, a fierce wind roared, air surged, and bone fragments flew everywhere, blowing several nearby mummies away.

The loud chanting stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of unhurried footsteps.

Swish!

A tall, burly man swept away the swirling bone dust with one hand. He had long red hair and a calm demeanor, like a priest.

“My name is Druha, I don’t have a surname. What about you?”

Druha's voice is soft yet incredibly penetrating, like the far right key on a piano.

As the dust settled, Dia's cold eyes were revealed. He glanced at the pile of red nooses that had fallen out of his hand.

Seeing this, Druha laughed and said:

"After being caught in the noose, you made a wise choice not to cut off your own hands and feet. Otherwise, it would have grown back from your left hand after you cut off your right hand, and eventually grew into your neck..."

puff!

A large hand suddenly pierced through Druha's chest and emerged from his back, while his head suddenly exploded in half, leaving only a mouth and half a face.

Before anyone knew it, Dia had already punched through Druha's chest, delivering a fatal blow.

"Uh... what kind of ability is this? It's pretty strong."

A look of surprise flashed across Druha's eyes, but he then asked as if nothing had happened.

Diya was stunned. What the hell? How come there was no reaction at all to such an injury?

Swish!

Dia immediately withdrew her right fist and leaped backward as nimbly as an antelope, creating distance between them.

Strangely, Druha showed no reaction to this scene. Instead, he smiled, pointed to his shattered half-skull, and said:

"Take a closer look. I'm in this state; I'll be dead soon even without you killing me."