Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

In a brief moment of reverie, Poker's thoughts suddenly returned to that unforgettable night.

The brutal and bloody night of Yorknew City, like a muffled roar from ancient times, with grotesque figures moving in the mist, clouds with facial features, and blood-soaked people without skin...

And then there was that tall, imposing figure who, in despair, led her out of the terrifying night and jumped into the moon without hesitation…

She once exclaimed to him, "Is this what a hunter is?"

Time has passed, but he remains as strong and unapproachable as ever, and she too is about to embark on this path.

Maybe... if things continue like this, I might see him again?

"Ah……"

Miss Poker, with her lifeless eyes drooping and a slight smirk, uttered a sound that said, "Let's just forget about it."

Who wants to see that guy again? Nothing good ever comes of running into him…

A familiar figure suddenly leaped into the airship like lightning before the gate closed.

He effortlessly touched the ground with his feet, landed steadily, stood up, and looked around.

"!?"

Poxon's eyes suddenly widened like saucers, as if he had seen something incredible.

It was simply because that figure's face was too unforgettable...

"Dude, aren't you already a hunter? What are you doing here?!"

Upon seeing Dia again, Poxon suddenly felt his heart race and visibly began to tense up.

She could only think of two possibilities.

Firstly, he was there to be an examiner.

Secondly, he realized his own problem and is now here to arrest her!

'It's over, am I going to die before even getting started...?'

Poxon felt despair:

'Infiltrating the Hunter Association and becoming an inside agent is definitely a death trap!!!'

"Ok?"

Dia casually glanced left and right, ignoring the threatening looks from the small fry.

Suddenly he saw a familiar figure.

The so-called trainee maid who called herself Pochi was cowering in the corner, covering her face, seemingly trying to deceive herself.

Diya couldn't help but feel curious about meeting her on this flight route.

This is a special flight path reserved for candidates taking the Hunter Exam.

What mission is this girl, who looks like a spy, here to carry out?

Thinking this, he decisively stepped towards the figure huddled in the corner, muttering, "You can't see me, you can't see me"...

Chapter 255 Account Reconciliation × The Royal Family's Food Was Indeed Excellent

'Oh no, he really came!'

Pokson was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, but he was completely helpless.

Escape? The airship has already taken off.

Fighting? That's worse than committing suicide.

Surrender, that's the only way. Otherwise, you'll definitely be captured, tortured, and then subjected to a brutal XXXX...

"Oh, Miss Pochi, what a coincidence to run into you here."

Dia plopped down next to Poxon and asked, seemingly quite familiar with him:

"You're here to participate in the Hunter Exam too?"

"Huh?"

Pokson looked at him blankly, wondering if he had misheard.

What is this guy talking about?

"W-what do you mean by 'also' here to participate in the Hunter Exam?"

She pretended to stammer and asked.

"It means exactly what it says. I'm here to participate in the Hunter Exam as well."

"Aren't you a professional hunter?"

While shocked, Poxon breathed a slight sigh of relief, at least Dia was definitely not there to capture her.

"I never said I was a professional hunter, did I...?"

Dia suddenly leaned closer, staring intently into Poxon's eyes, and asked in a low voice:

"I suddenly have a question I want to know. Even though I've never met Miss Pochi, why do you always give me the feeling that... you seem to know me very well?"

Have we met before?

Poxon's heart, which had just settled down, was now in suspense again.

She looked into those eyes so close to hers, eyes filled with scrutiny and doubt.

"No, no, I saw you coming out of the Hunter Association building, I thought you were a professional hunter..."

Pokson tried to appear natural enough.

This reason is quite reasonable, and even she herself thinks it is reasonable.

Who would have thought this guy isn't a professional hunter?!

Pokson felt a sense of peace and joy, but he also began to wonder: if Dia, who was not a professional hunter, was so powerful, then wouldn't real professional hunters be invincible?

Of course, she didn't know that Dia herself was an anomaly and shouldn't be confused with her.

"..."

Dia stroked his chin, not pressing the matter further. For him, this was merely a pastime, not something he absolutely had to do.

"Is Miss Pochi a Kakin? A Newderryian?"

Since she had nothing better to do, Dia decided to start chatting with Pokson.

“No, no… I am a Stella.”

Pokson hesitated for a moment, but to avoid being exposed, she decided to reveal her true place of residence. She was not familiar with other cities in Kakin, including New Delhi.

"Stella, that's a great place, and the people are really nice. I met a chubby uncle from Stella when I went to Kakin last time; he was incredibly warm and friendly."

Dia remembered the uncle he met when he went to Kakin the time before last; to be honest, they got along quite well.

“He said that because I have a big appetite, I must be a good person. He also said that he has a 21-year-old daughter who is serving in the King’s Army and is already a private at a young age…”

The more Pokson listened, the more amused he became. The uncle he was talking about sounded more and more like his own father!

Pokson, who always felt that Dia was subtly hinting at something, could only nod blankly, continuing to be tormented...

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Before long, it was evening, and most people had returned to their rooms.

slam-la-

After a quick shower, Pokson changed out of the camouflage dress and into a more sporty black outfit.

She then collapsed onto the bed like a salted fish that had lost its dreams, and began to sort out this tumultuous day.

First of all, the undercover missions were completed quite smoothly, whether it was the mission to the army, the mission to the Twelfth Prince, or the mission to infiltrate the undercover organization.

Secondly, I obtained some information that I didn't know before...

It turns out that the guy was just a temporary hunter before, but with two professional hunters vouching for him, he was treated as a professional hunter on a mission.

This is ridiculous, it's all thanks to connections.

And it turns out Dad wasn't making up a story after all; he really did meet a tall, handsome guy on the airship, except that guy was Dia...

You idiot dad, you've been tricked!

dong dong dong-

A knock on the door interrupted Poxon's thoughts.

"Who is it?"

"I, Dia, will go have dinner with you."

Pokson responded and then began to put on his shoes, preparing to walk towards the door.

Halfway there, she suddenly noticed herself in the mirror.

Although her appearance became quite ordinary after the disguise, her slightly curly short hair and well-proportioned figure, honed through years of exercise, still made her look youthful and spirited, like a tomboy.

Will he recognize himself by his hair?

With these doubts in mind, Pokson found a hair tie and tied a small braid at the back of his head, finally creating some difference from his previous hairstyle.

Pushing open the door, she found Dia casually leaning against the window, waiting for her.

The white light from the corridor illuminated his sharp eyebrows and smooth profile, revealing a smooth neck and collarbone faintly visible beneath his shirt.

'What's wrong with this guy? What's the point of having good looks? Does he think he's some kind of drama hero? No wonder the Twelfth Prince is so hung up on him.'

Pokson muttered a few strange things to herself, and only then, setting aside the mission-related filter, did she have time to take a closer look at the man who had changed the course of her life.

The conclusion is that the royal family does indeed eat very well!

"Let's go."

Diya called out, humming a little tune, and walked ahead in a very relaxed manner. This journey was indeed as difficult as a vacation for him.

Pokson followed silently behind him.