Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"I have no intention of proving myself. Time is of the essence, so I'll just be frank."

Sherlock paid no attention to Dia's not-so-clean little hands, just as he said, he didn't care what Dia thought of him.

"You were able to subdue me in an instant, Dia, I acknowledge your strength. I hope you can help me with something in the future."

Diya frowned. He used to be the one taking advantage of Qiduo for free, but now it's her father taking advantage of him?

What's this? What goes around comes around.

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, but even if you really are Qiduo's father, there is no reason for you to ask me to do things for you out of thin air, especially since you are a disqualified father who has disappeared for three whole years."

Dia believed that Shylock wanted to use his relationship with Qido to order him around.

But in reality, Kita hardly ever directed him; instead, she often did things for him without expecting anything in return.

This is the core of their close relationship.

“I won’t let you do things for nothing. What happened back then was very complicated. Qi Duo… has a very one-sided view of things. I know that you two have only been master and apprentice for a few months, and I don’t expect to be able to command you based on that thin relationship.”

Sherlock, who had always been at ease, hesitated briefly only when Keto was mentioned, but then readily replied:

"This is a deal between you and me, and has nothing to do with her."

In Sherlock's view, Dia's outstanding abilities, yet the lack of important responsibilities, were likely due to him concealing many things from both Chairman Netero and his stubborn daughter.

This is perfectly normal. The relationship between Dia and her daughter is just a typical master-disciple relationship. They may trust each other, but it is far from possible for them to be completely open with each other.

Otherwise, what would that be like? A complete mess. If it really happened, the old man Sherlock would definitely be the first to yell at Dia.

“I will leave at midnight. You can keep this body. You can take it back as a gift for my daughter, or donate it to the medical university as a cadaver.”

Sherlock's speech suddenly quickened considerably, as if approaching midnight was something extremely urgent for him.

But Dia noticed the words "this body".

'So it really isn't the real thing...'

At this moment, Dia's suspicions were somewhat confirmed: why Sherlock wasn't in a hurry at all, and why he didn't seem to feel anything even after being beaten so badly by Dia.

The reason is that the Sherlock before us is a manifestation of some kind of Nen ability!

"Don't rush, there's still one minute until midnight. I'll send you away before then. First, explain what that deal means, what organization you belong to, and what you've been doing for the past three years."

Dia gestured for him to calm down.

Since it wasn't his original self, he had no psychological burden.

When it's almost midnight, he can just punch Sherlock's head off!

"You have too many questions. All I can say is that we are working hard for the future of all mankind. Countless elites around the world are making the same silent contributions as me in what I am doing. I'll explain the rest to you in more detail at Youkexin."

After saying that, Sherlock snapped to death with a snap, his head lolling to the side.

"Hey hey!"

Dia rushed forward and punched him twice, but these emergency punches were obviously useless on a dead man...

Seriously? This is practically saying nothing at all...

Surprised by Sherlock's fleeting nature, Dia was simultaneously filled with hatred for the Riddler.

If you only say half of what you mean, get out!

"call……"

Seeing that Sherlock had truly become a corpse, Dia had no choice but to cremate him. As she let out a long breath, she began to ponder his last words before his death.

Elites from all over the world are silently contributing their efforts to his ambitious plan.

Take this with a grain of salt, because the world's top group of experts is the Hunter Association.

However, Sherlock, who has already resigned, obviously cannot mobilize the Hunter Association's resources.

As for his statement that he was fighting for the future of all mankind, that statement did give Dia a slight inspiration.

A word suddenly popped into Diya's mind—[Dark Continent]!

That one goal is the only one worthy of such an honor.

However, Dia was still skeptical of this statement, as the whole thing seemed too fantastical.

As the last refuge for humankind, Lake Möbius is not a cage, but rather humanity's final protective shield.

Sherlock couldn't possibly be unaware of such a thing, nor could he be unaware of the risks of exploring the Dark Continent.

So it could be something else, like road construction or space exploration.

'Well, let's just take it one step at a time...'

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Dia suddenly remembered that he had an accomplice!

"Well……"

Pokson stared blankly as he chewed on his fingers, watching Diya lift him up, hoist him onto her back, and walk out of the palace.

Otherwise, the bumpy ride would probably have made Poxon cry out loud by now.

Dia expressed her helplessness, saying that it was just a matter of carrying him on her back, as long as she didn't wet her pants on his back.

The sounds of a noisy crowd could already be heard outside the palace. Dia jumped onto the roof, avoiding all possible viewpoints, and quietly left the palace.

This trip was quite fruitful.

Aside from poor Miss Poker, who's probably going to be a baby 24/7, that's real despair...

Chapter 281 Fire Breaks Out × Contrasting Character Settings

The raging fire was reflected in the pale moonlight.

When Dia rushed back to the Royal Gram Hotel, all she saw was a vast expanse of fire.

Amidst the flames, countless people wailed and cried out in pain, while others ran to spread the news.

Firefighters and medical personnel are urgently carrying out firefighting and rescue operations.

However, compared to the size of the affected hotel and the scale of the fire, the phrase "a drop in the ocean" has never been more apt.

pat.

Dia, carrying Poxson, landed at the end of the street and looked at Hisoka, who was hiding in a corner and wearing a disguise, and asked:

"What happened? Did you start the fire?"

Is it because he doesn't want to keep his promise that he simply wants to burn Abachi to death?

This isn't like Hisoka at all.

"If I wanted to kill someone, I would do it directly, not set a fire."

Hisoka, resting his chin on his left hand, sat listlessly on a box, pointing to several shadowy figures at the edge of the fire:

"They probably did it."

Following the direction he pointed, Dia saw several familiar figures.

Those were several candidates taking the Hunter Exam...

Dia narrowed her eyes and instantly understood the cause and effect.

As part of the Hunter Exam, a little investigation reveals that the [Gram Star] is the prize for tonight's performance party.

Therefore, all candidates will definitely try their best to obtain that gem.

Is it possible for them to get it?

The answer is, of course, no; at the very least, it cannot be obtained through legitimate means.

The only legitimate ways to obtain the [Gram Star] are to win the party or exchange it with the victor.

But the former is obviously a pipe dream; how can a group of laymen compete with professional magicians and acrobats?

The latter is in an even more awkward position. The significance of the "Star of Gram" is too great, and it is almost as difficult to obtain it from the winner as it is from the former.

Whether it's money or treasures, these poor candidates basically can't afford them. Otherwise, who would participate in such a dangerous hunter exam if they had the means?

The improper means is theft.

But the question is, what does that gem look like, where is it, and how can it be stolen?

These crucial details are impossible to ascertain clearly in a short period of time unless one is a native of Gramgasland.

But they at least understood one thing—the performance was at the Royal Gram Hotel, and the awards ceremony was also held there.

Therefore, it is logical that the test taker came to the wrong conclusion that "the gem must also be at the Royal Gram Hotel".

In fact, even Dia learned from Abachi and his group, who had received the [Gram Star] once, that the gem was actually inside the Gram Galabang Palace.

Realizing they couldn't simply force their way into Royal Gram, the candidates decided to burn down the grand hotel, which had a history of half a century of prosperity, and take advantage of the chaos to steal the gems.

"The idea is correct, but the premise is wrong, so the answer just won't be right."

Dia shook her head, flung out a white cloud, and directed it to create artificial rain to quickly extinguish the fire.

After all, this was a stupid thing done by a candidate in the Hunter Exam. If things aren't handled properly, it will likely provoke a barrage of criticism against the Hunter Association.

This is why, most of the time, hunter tests are held in the wild or in places where there is no outside interference.

Hunters are, in fact, the group of people in this world, apart from criminals, who are closest to being "outlaws."

As the mist transformed into black clouds and disappeared into the sky, a sudden downpour descended upon Royal Gram.

As the fire subsided, the candidates who had tried to take advantage of the chaos abandoned their foolish plan in despair and fled into the streets and alleys under the cover of night.

"Huh? What's wrong with that guy??"

At that moment, Hisoka saw Pokson, who was being carried on Dia's back and was looking bewildered as he nibbled on Dia's hair.

Her body was that of an adult, but her intelligence was far below that of an ordinary person, which made Hisoka's eyes twitch.

"She was turned into this by... that crow-headed monster you mentioned using his powers. It will probably take a day for her to recover."

Diya silently put Poxon down to prevent her hair from actually being bitten off, and replied.

"..."