Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

Otherwise, no matter how much preparation you make, you will inevitably encounter the same unexpected situation as last time sooner or later.

'This time, the target will be even more difficult to steal than last time. Without this kind of capability, we could easily be wiped out...'

The events of a few months ago flashed before his eyes, and the melancholy in Kuroro's eyes grew even heavier.

Knight, Cool Bip, Peeling Lev, Little Drop...

The revenge for the spider's severed leg wasn't necessarily necessary. In the end, there wasn't much of a passionate bond or camaraderie among the members of the Phantom Troupe.

Revenge is merely a means to maintain the Spider's deterrent effect. If revenge itself would bring more deaths and injuries, then even if Kuroro wanted revenge, his rationality would make him suppress the hatred in his heart.

For example, the white-haired assassin killed a member of the Phantom Troupe right in front of Chrollo.

Afterwards, Kuroro hardly had to do anything to identify the other party through those extremely obvious features—an assassin from the Zoldyck family!

After considering the losses that would result from retaliating against the Zoldyck family, Chrollo held a member referendum and ultimately abandoned the idea of ​​revenge with a majority of votes against it.

Anyway, the member who died wasn't a member of Meteor City who grew up with Kuroro.

But in Patti's case, the spider suffered too much damage.

Whether it was Mizeston's public execution of Pololev or the tragic death of the knight-errant Kobi, the name "Phantom Troupe" almost became a joke.

Everyone knows that the Phantom Troupe had several legs broken, yet they haven't dared to utter a single word.

The news has spread so widely that such a grudge cannot go unavenged.

Whether rationally or emotionally, Kuroro was determined to eliminate the person who had caused the Spider such great losses.

In the Patti City incident, Spider killed four people, and he will avenge them one by one.

Only after paying a huge price did he obtain the names of the four people involved in their deaths from a psychic intelligence dealer.

Aside from the fact that his main contact with Pedrolev was himself, which is somewhat hard to understand, intelligence indicates that the other three people basically died because of the same person.

Kuroro's mind flashed back to the towering figure in the Empire State Building.

Such a powerful figure was previously unknown, and even Kuroro's intelligence network couldn't find any clues about him.

Fortunately, most of the brigade's combatants are still around.

Uvogin, Feitan, Phinks, Franklin, and others—once the identity of that person is confirmed, we'll find an opportunity to gather everyone together to defeat him.

Everything will be alright...

But before that, he needs to find a way to truly evolve [The Thief's Ultimate].

This process requires a suitable Nen user with spatial abilities.

Kuroro had, of course, considered using "Thief's Secret" to steal her abilities.

However, against a spatial ability user who can teleport long distances, the activation conditions for [Thief's Ultimate] are far too stringent.

Once you make a mistake in your first move, you can basically forget about getting the ability again—others can teleport all over the world, are you going to follow them and run all over the world too?

Kuroro was pondering many things. He wouldn't act rashly until he had complete confidence, but instead quietly accumulated power in the shadows.

Until there's nowhere left to hide, until there's nowhere left to endure...

"Through some means, I've determined that your Nen ability is of great significance to me, and I hope you can join my Phantom Troupe..."

Kuroro spread his hands and said frankly, at least on the surface he seemed to be.

He then briefly introduced the Phantom Troupe's philosophy and rules.

Of course, he didn't disclose confidential information such as the composition of the membership.

"..."

When Pokson heard the name "Phantom Troupe," he already understood pretty much what it was. The vicious spiders were quite famous.

She had learned about related things when she was in military school.

Before becoming a professional hunter, Dia was already operating under the guise of a criminal hunter; it's probably from that time that the feud began...

So, should we agree?

Pokson sighed inwardly. Since it was his business, it was also his business...

Dia was the person she trusted most in the world, and the person she owed the most to.

Sometimes she was surprised that the few days they spent together, the teasing and pranks, the fragmented moments and the unwavering determination, could leave such an unforgettable impression on her heart.

There will probably never be another person in this world who would go to such lengths for her, covering up all her mistakes, finding her a life-saving medicine, preparing gifts for her recovery, and washing away the malice of an entire city for her...

If there is a future, perhaps I can only live for him, given my already dull and uneventful life.

She didn't ask for any thanks, nor did she crave any attention, and that person never opened his heart to her or anyone else.

He only hoped that this insignificant effort would save him a second of time in the future.

Pokson calmly looked at Kuroro:

"Why do you think I would join you? The Phantom Troupe's infamous reputation is well-known even in the secluded Kakin region. Joining you seems to offer no benefit other than being wanted by the police."

When faced with aggressive questions, the questioner is usually not trying to refuse.

On the contrary, only someone who truly wants to agree will ask this question.

The leader of the spiders is certainly not a fool; if he agrees immediately, it will inevitably arouse the other party's suspicion.

Such a question could dispel some of the other party's suspicions, making it easier for me to join the Phantom Troupe.

"Just because of this."

Kuroro pulled a ring from his pocket—very similar to the ring Poxon had obtained from Yorknew City's underground bank.

"You're a member of this organization too, right? The one called the 'Lakeside Tobacco Society'?"

Poxon's eye twitched. How come there were people from this organization everywhere?

And what's with this "Lakeside Tobacco Company"? Another new name?

"Since you've joined this organization, it proves that you must also be someone who is dissatisfied with the current state of the world. Whatever your purpose is, joining us can provide you with some assistance."

Wrong. I'm perfectly happy with my current situation. I'd be even happier if that guy just stopped running around everywhere...

Pokson pondered to himself:

'The other party must have been deceived by one-sided information to arrive at this strange conclusion.'

Kuroro silently put the ring away, unsure if he was right or wrong.

Because everything he just said was a lie.

There is indeed an organization called "Lakeside Tobacco Society," but he is not a member of it.

In fact, not long ago, he followed the guidance of his ability and found the underground bank that Poxon had visited.

All the information just now was obtained by Paknoda through her own abilities from the teller of that underground bank.

However, according to normal logic, since it was the teller who gave the Poxen organization identification certificate...

Then he and Pokson must be from the same organization.

In that person's memory, everyone who joined this organization was, without exception, cynical and secretly plotting revenge against the world.

Joining the Spider would be entirely beneficial for her.

However, no matter how shrewd Kuroro was, he never imagined that there was such a bizarre organization in the world with a bunch of names.

This seemingly insignificant information gap was enough for the real professional agent, Miss Poker, to immediately discern the truth from the falsehood.

'Based on my current permissions, he only has level 2 permissions at most...'

Sherlock had previously given her the rank of [Level 3 Agent], which means that Level 3 agents are qualified to see the true face of the organization.

Therefore, we can deduce that either Kuroro has very low authority or he is just fooling people.

But no matter what reason Kuroro gave, she was ready to join them.

"...I will not participate in those acts of burning, killing, and looting, as that would make me a wanted person under my public identity. At most, I will participate in some clandestine activities."

After pretending to think, Poxon put forward his conditions.

She didn't really want to be a thief, nor was she interested in burning, killing, and looting; this had to be made clear beforehand.

"Sure, if you need anything, you can let me know, and the tour group will try its best to meet everyone's needs."

Kuroro said decisively, then stood up and placed a playing card on the table, saying:

"This is your number. You'd better get it tattooed on your body, otherwise the other members will be unhappy with you. You can do whatever you want before the next member gathering."

After saying that, he decisively turned and left, and Paknoda, who was in the distance, silently followed.

Pokson picked up a playing card from the table and glanced at it. It had a black spider pattern on it with the number "4" in the middle.

'Tattoo...'

Poxon chuckled.

It just so happens that she learned how to make fake tattoos that can be washed off with a special solution at military school, and now it comes in handy.

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In a primeval forest somewhere in the ancient Ganyu Kingdom.

The cold sun hung high in the sky, silently casting its rays.

In the forest, a large blank space on a flat area has been artificially cleared out, with about a dozen tents scattered around the edge.

In the open space not far away, there was a large table with various maps, compasses, flashlights and other items on it. Several men dressed as archaeologists were discussing something around the table.

Beside the open space was a winding stream, where a pretty woman, around 30 years old, was brushing her teeth and washing her hair while still half asleep.

Suddenly a man carrying a yellow traffic warning sign on his back stood up and shouted at the woman by the river:

“Spectrum! When is Jin coming back? We’re setting off for our third expedition tomorrow. Without him, we won’t even be able to find the exit on our own.”

The woman looked up abruptly, her eyes wide, with an expression that said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?" She shouted, her mouth full of toothbrush, her words muffled and unclear:

"Oh no! What should we do? When will he come back?!"

"I'm fucking asking you..."

The man silently covered his forehead, a sudden wave of sorrow washing over him.

Why is it that, apart from Kim, none of the other teammates are reliable, and even Kim sometimes seems unreliable?