Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

That doesn't count as dangerous...

"Yes, just teleport me there. It'll be nighttime, so no one will notice."

Dia nodded. He wasn't in good shape right now, and it would be best if he could rest, but he was in a hurry to leave.

“OK…Dia, if you can, when you meet Jin, tell him, ‘Old friends from Greed Island always welcome him back.’”

Leiza held up the card in his hand, asking Dia to deliver a message before parting. Before Dia could even nod, he activated the magic card:

"[Repatriation], Kakin Empire, New Delhi!"

boom!

A beam of white light gathered, instantly engulfing Dia and transforming her into a shooting star, which flew rapidly towards the outside of Greed Island!

"Hmm... Heroes often emerge from among the young..."

Leiza watched Diya's flight path quietly and sighed, "Young people these days are getting more and more terrifying."

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The capital of the Kakin Empire, in downtown New Delhi.

New Delhi is divided into three concentric rings of city from the outside in, separated by a ring wall.

The outermost layer was the residence of the lower classes, while the middle layer was the residence of the gangsters and the lower-class residents, and was divided equally into four parts by the four major gangsters.

The inner city, being the most important part, was under its usual curfew, a rule made to ensure the safety of the princes.

In the city center, a squad of soldiers dressed in white are meticulously patrolling their surroundings.

"It's midnight—"

A soldier carrying a large clock ran breathlessly to Victory Square in the city center and loudly announced the time, while another squad of soldiers marched in unison toward him.

"Seventh Patrol Team requests a shift change!"

The patrol captain saluted the next captain and succinctly requested a shift change.

call out--

A very faint whooshing sound suddenly reached the ears of the soldier squad leader, instantly jolting him awake. He spoke:

"Pay attention, check the surroundings, and open fire if necessary."

He then held his breath and began to investigate the source of the sound.

The squad leader was highly experienced. From noticing the anomaly to giving the order to respond, it only took a few seconds. Before the others could even react, he had already taken the alert action.

However, all of this was in vain—

A white light flashed across the sky, then turned downwards in mid-air, carrying unparalleled momentum, tearing through the clouds and crashing heavily onto the plaza!

boom!

A fierce wind roared, air surged, debris flew everywhere, and thick dust billowed. The terrifying impact made the surrounding soldiers feel their feet tremble!

'Cannonballs!?'

Without the slightest hesitation, the squad leader shouted the order:

"Enemy attack!! Everyone on high alert!"

He then led his soldiers and began to slowly approach the smoke-shrouded area.

Faintly, the squad leader seemed to see a figure through the increasingly thinning smoke and dust.

He was instantly amused by his own thought.

How could someone possibly be alive? It's impossible for someone to fall down like that. Even if that were the case, how could anyone possibly survive such an impact?

hum-

A strange sound seemed to ring out, and the squad leader suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, after which there was no one in the smoke.

'It was just my imagination after all…'

The squad leader stepped into the smoke and dust, waved his hand a few times, and as expected, found no strange human corpses or anything like that.

But in fact, there were no shells in the smoke and dust as expected.

As the smoke cleared, the soldiers looked at each other, staring at the empty plaza that was nothing but a large crater, lost in thought...

Not far away, the tall building cast a dark shadow under the moonlight. Diya quietly hid in the shadow, concealing her figure.

He then peeked out, quickly determined the direction, and stealthily made his way towards the palace he remembered Mumu Ze from...

Inside the twelfth prince's palace.

Despite it being the middle of the night, Mu Muze's room was brightly lit.

She held the knitting tools that Dia had brought her out of Nanpis and began knitting the doll with great care, stitch by stitch.

If Dia were present, he would recognize that doll at a glance; it was modeled after himself!

After a long while, Mumu Ze suddenly sighed, stopped what he was doing, and unraveled the thread he had just started knitting, thinking:

'Still not right, the ability isn't reacting at all, even though it's already woven very closely...'

'Judging from the activation conditions of [Song of Silk], it should only require having Professor Dia's physical remains, having a certain understanding of him, and ultimately creating a composition that closely resembles him.'

'Don't I know enough about Teacher Dia?'

Mumu Ze propped her chin up with her hands, thinking dejectedly...

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Inside the laboratory for rare and complex diseases at the National Medical University.

Two female graduate students were conducting a liver experiment, while casually chatting:

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since Professor Qiduo visited the lab. Although she's always been busy, it's quite rare to see her this busy."

"Yes, she looks really unwell. I greeted her yesterday morning but she didn't respond. Is she having some kind of trouble?"

"Yes, ever since she came back from her business trip two weeks ago, she's looked like she's suffered a huge blow, and her eyes are very gloomy. But what could possibly upset a genius like Ms. Qiduo?"

"I don't understand. I heard she went to Kajin about a week ago, and then came back not long after. She probably returned empty-handed as well..."

"Do you think it might be..."

Chapter 241 A Future Without That Person × She's Definitely Using Dia

There are usually only two types of people who don't sleep at night.

There are two groups: those who experience too much pressure and those who experience almost no pressure.

Mumu Ze belongs to the former category.

La la~

Humming a little tune, Mu Muze sat on the bench, hugging his bent legs with both hands, resting his chin on his knees, and swaying slowly like a radish.

A gentle lullaby, like a babbling brook, flowed slowly in the air, easing her melancholy.

Dia has been gone for a very, very long time. When will he come to see me again?

In the large room, Mu Muze gently rocked, staring at the window, where her lovely reflection was displayed.

She doesn't want to sleep because she's slept too much.

Not long ago, she suddenly fell into a long sleep.

When I woke up, I found myself back in the hospital.

Her mother told her that she had slept for two whole days without any warning, from the 23rd to the 25th.

Why is this happening?

A look of confusion flashed across Mu Muze's eyes; she had absolutely no idea why this was happening.

But vaguely, she seemed to remember having two dreams.

She couldn't remember most of the details of the dream, only that it seemed to be about her future...death?

The first image in her dream was of her being put into a body bag.

Looking back, Mumu Ze felt that she looked awful, and that Teacher Diya would never like her.

Her eyes were almost bulging out, her face was covered in snot, tears, and saliva, and she opened her mouth helplessly and desperately, telling the story of her tragic end.

The second dream wasn't much better; she saw herself transformed into an old woman, blankly knitting a sweater without saying a word.

'If I hadn't met Dia, would things have turned out like that...?'

Mumu Ze thought to himself silently.

Deep down, she's not quite normal.

Although he had never admitted it, Mumu Ze had a vague feeling about it.

Without her encounter in Yorkshire, the psychological trauma of being neglected, deprived of, and repressed since childhood would likely have caused her to gradually refuse to respond to anything around her.

For the rest of her life, she will wear an invisible shackle called "royal demeanor," hating her own incompetence, her heart filled with jealousy, resentment, and self-torture.

Fifty years later, she sat there, endlessly weaving her own shroud, as if trying to tie a knot in her own life.

As an aside, without Diya, Mumu Ze would have died in the succession war two years later. Even without the succession war, her personality wouldn't have been able to support her becoming a wise enough king.

Of course, Mumu Ze, who knew nothing about the succession war at this time, did not realize that the first dream was her original predetermined death.

Or is it that you deliberately choose not to think about it?

Being strangled to death was something even she found pathetic...

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

Mumu Ze kept muttering to himself.

"Luckily what?"

The voice I had been longing for suddenly rang out.

"Luckily I ran into... um!?"