Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

A guard was waiting at the hotel entrance early in the morning. As soon as he saw Mu Muze's convoy, he rushed forward to open the door and anxiously inquired about the prince's safety.

Mu Muze was taken aback upon hearing this. Blood? Is there blood on my face...?

'Oh right, it was when Mr. Dia was injured just now…'

But she did not respond to the guard's question. Instead, she said "It's nothing" and then walked alone towards Dia and Drogbada, who were standing silently in front of the car.

They had only been out for a few hours when they encountered such a meticulously planned attack.

Even she wouldn't believe there wasn't a problem.

Lieutenant Ralph must have started an investigation immediately, but the fact remains that the guards were negligent in their duties.

It can be said that at this point, apart from Dia and Drogbada, none of the other guards in Mumuze believed him.

“Mr. Dia, Mr. Drogbada, thank you very much for your dedicated protection this time. I will inform the Kakin royal family to give you additional recognition.”

Mumu Ze was also raised as a crown prince from a young age, so she knew very well what to do in this kind of situation.

Having escaped the dangerous situation, royal etiquette returned to her mind, making it very natural for her to begin this act of winning people's hearts.

At the same time, she also wanted Diya to know that she remembered his efforts to protect her.

"Your Highness need not trouble yourself with such a trivial matter."

"Yes, it's a pity we couldn't save those equally loyal guards."

Drogba responded in a deep voice, while Dia feigned regret but failed to grasp the other meaning.

The three royal guards, two men and one woman, who were traveling with them, all died in the first attack.

Just as Diya thought that the polite words were over and the twelfth prince should go back to his room with his personal maid,

Suddenly, she blurted out a sentence:

"Mr. Dia, could you please take me back to my room? I have some questions I'd like to ask you."

"...No, Your Highness, that's the job of royal guards and maids."

Diya straightened her back, looked straight ahead, and replied calmly.

Ok?

Drogba looked at him incredulously a few times.

"Huh? No..."

Mumu Ze was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect Diya to say that out of the blue.

Her unconventional answer left her momentarily speechless.

Behind Mu Muze, the guards' expressions had changed; they were looking at him with a "what is this guy talking about?" look...

Did this guy only hear "go back to your room" and not "ask a question"?

At this moment, Diya remained completely calm.

He knew what Mumu Ze wanted to ask—it was nothing more than using her superpower—but his job didn't include answering all her questions.

It does not include the requirement to teach the ability to answer questions that will definitely come later.

He had a good impression of the twelfth prince, and he didn't want to make things awkward by directly rejecting him.

So he simply responded with the first half of the sentence, which was a tactful way of refusing to answer any further questions.

Seeing that Dia kept her mouth shut and didn't want to say anything, Mu Muze could only give up helplessly and comforted Dia by telling her to take good care of her injuries.

The group returned to the hotel.

Having encountered such a major attack on their very first day of travel, Dia estimated that she probably wouldn't be going out again until the auction began.

After all, Mumu Ze isn't the type of person who likes going out.

Dia was happy to stay in the hotel; he had more important things to do.

"Misty~"

In the empty room, Dia sat cross-legged on the ground, propping her face up with one hand, watching a strange white creature make strange noises as it swam around in the air.

This was a weather-themed spirit beast he had conceived. He had a sudden inspiration during the battle that morning and successfully materialized it on the spot.

Suddenly, the Weather Beast flew towards Diya, nuzzled his face, and then flew into his hair and sprawled out in a puddle.

Yes, it is conscious.

Dia didn't know where things went wrong.

In his mind, this Nen beast should be unconscious, but it is possible that the Ripple, as a life energy, was too strong and actually gave birth to a conscious Nen beast.

Such Nen beasts are usually the specialty of materialization-type ability users, such as Kate's [Crazy Clown].

However, for Dia, who uses ripples to impersonate a [Specialty] type, there is an 80% chance that he will succeed in developing a Conjuration type ability.

Diya grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the little cloud up to her eyes.

"Now that you're conscious, we should give you a name..."

Looking at the spirit beast she had just "given birth" to, Diya had already thought of its name long before she even conceived the idea:

"It will be called—"

"Atmosphere Maker".

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An abandoned building somewhere.

In the dimly lit room, the computer screen emitted a blinding white light.

A gaunt figure stared at the computer screen, a listless expression on his face, occasionally scratching his dry, yellow hair.

The computer kept refreshing the page, with long paragraphs of text containing photos appearing and then disappearing.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he unconsciously leaned forward, lightly clicking the mouse with his right hand.

The computer screen is frozen on a photograph.

The gaunt figure suddenly let out a harsh laugh, picked up a cell phone, and dialed a number:

"Captain Lakshya? We've found the person you're looking for. He seems to be in Yorknew City now..."

"Alright, enough nonsense. Send me your address, and I'll transfer the payment to you later."

A faint voice from the phone interrupted the gaunt figure's words, and then the call was abruptly ended.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, the gaunt figure's face darkened instantly, and he muttered curses under his breath:

"Damn it, a bunch of trash mercenary groups that were beaten down to just two people still dare to be so arrogant..."

Despite the scolding, he still obediently took out his phone and started composing the email; after all, people need to make a living...

Chapter Twenty-Nine: An Ordinary Girl Born into Royal Family × The Auction Begins

Red Dragon Hotel, Twelfth Prince Room.

There were still 6 hours until the auction began.

Prince Mumu Ze was knitting while chatting casually with Diya.

Across from her, Diya calmly watched her, occasionally replying with a few words.

These past few days, Prince Mumu Ze has been calling him over to chat every day, and then he's started subtly asking questions about supernatural abilities.

Sometimes he would purse his lips and pretend to be dignified, and other times he would laugh out loud when he heard the stories he told.

She doesn't seem to have many friends...

But sometimes he would suddenly become depressed and talk about some very cruel things.

For example, right now, Mumuze suddenly brought up the topic of Kakin's royal succession:

"...Royal succession is cruel, isn't it? Although I've always believed I have the magnanimity to become king..."

"But on the day of the attack, I felt like a completely useless burden, relying entirely on Mr. Dia for protection..."

Dia's calm response:

"Your Highness, there is no need to belittle yourself. Protecting you is our duty as guards, and there is no question of it being a burden."

The twelfth prince appears very rarely in the manga, but you can still get a glimpse of his personality.

Just as Diya analyzed before, the twelfth prince, Mumu Ze, was just an ordinary girl who was quiet by nature.

Perhaps if she had been born into an ordinary family, she would have lived an ordinary but wonderful life.

But she was born into royalty, and her mediocre talent meant that even if she wasn't the first to be eliminated in the succession battle, she would eventually die at the hands of another prince.

Upon hearing Diya's standard answer, Mumu Ze's eyes dimmed slightly.

Although she claimed to have the qualities to become a queen, she was actually well aware of her own lack of ability.

But she had no other choice; as one of the lowest-ranking princes, she had nothing.

She repeatedly hypnotized herself, making herself believe that she could become king.

But this time, it seems she really saw hope...

Mumu Ze mentally cheered himself on, and couldn't help but ask again:

"Is there really no special ability in this world that can change a person, like the [Nen] that you mentioned the other day, Mr. Dia?"

This wasn't the first time she'd been asked this question, but Dia still gave the same cold, uniform answer:

"Your Highness, please believe in science... The so-called 'Nen' is just a professional term among us martial artists..."

"Does Your Highness have any other questions? If not, I must return to my patrol."

Upon hearing this, Mu Muze could only suppress all his emotions and maintain his dignity as a prince on the surface, gently agreeing.

Diya sighed inwardly, got up and left Mumuze's room.

With a soft "thump," only Mu Muze remained in the room. She slowly knitted, until her movements slowed down and she gradually stopped.

She stared blankly at the sweater in her hands, wondering who she was going to knit it for.