Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

20 billion jini is a lot of money. She has never dealt with such a large entity before.

Is this person crazy? Letting two teenagers earn a sum of money that might not even be enough for everyone in the village to save together?

Surprisingly, neither Killua nor Gon raised any questions about it.

'Am I just too naive to have seen the world?'

Mitt began to doubt himself.

What about Xiao Jie?

Why wasn't he surprised?

At this moment, Xiao Jie's inner thoughts were:

'Hmm... 100 is 1 followed by two zeros, 10,000 is four zeros, 2 billion is...'

It should be many, many zeros.

Diya hadn't finished speaking:

"Once you've saved up 20 billion, go to the Central Bank of the Mingbo Republic. I'll deposit something there beforehand, and you can withdraw it once your total deposits reach 20 billion."

"After you retrieve that item, you need to use it to enhance your strength as much as possible!"

The machine Dia was referring to was the Greed Island game console that he had only used once.

By then, Mitt will probably have already given Gon the little box containing the gold.

Killua & Gon: "Yes!"

"Finally, protect yourself, don't die on the way, and don't forget to get your hunter's license."

Diya gave one last instruction and then hung up the phone.

"call--"

He let out a long breath and pondered to himself:

'Gon and Killua met ahead of schedule, and I also moved up the time to Greed Island. It seems like everything is a little faster...'

What about the chimera ant plague? Could it also occur earlier than expected due to various coincidences?

We have to be careful...

Diya frowned, preparing to find some time to talk to Qi Duo about it.

It would be best to get to know Kate beforehand...

*Splat*

A pair of fair arms wrapped around Diya's neck. Mumu Ze leaned against his chest, nuzzled his head, and asked with a half-smile:

"Teacher Diya? I have a question about that photo from earlier. Could you explain it to me?"

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"Now even people in the outer city are getting fevers, is there still no news about a vaccine?"

"There's no way to do it so quickly. The director has already been recruited almost completely. The virus that leaked this time is likely the latest and most powerful type. They haven't even fully understood the virus mechanism yet, let alone a vaccine."

In the bright office, two middle-aged men in suits were talking.

One of them was short and stout, looking anxious, while the other was tall and thin, unhurried.

The short, stout man sighed:

"The king is currently dealing with the invasion of the palace. He only made a few casual remarks about the virus and can't control the situation. We're all in big trouble."

"There's no need to be so pessimistic. There are only a few infected people now. The Royal Army has been controlling the epidemic. They have secretly burned down everything that could be burned, and locked up everything that couldn't be burned. The epidemic won't spread."

The tall, thin man appeared much more confident and wasn't worried about the virus.

"What about that infected person in the outer city?"

"Maybe it was infected by someone from outside the area, or it might just be a misdiagnosis; it's actually just a simple flu."

"You dare mention outsiders? Don't you know how many people New Delhi handles every day? What if an infected person manages to slip out..."

The short, stout man shuddered, a palpable fear flashing in his eyes.

What he said was not unfounded.

If an infected person mixes in with the general population and escapes to another city, then an epidemic is almost inevitable!

But surprisingly, the tall, thin man smiled:

"Oh, that's good."

"what?"

"We now have the original strain of this virus in our hands. As long as we develop a vaccine, we will be the first country to have the switch to control the epidemic. Do you know what I mean?"

The short, stout man stared dumbfounded at the tall, thin man, instantly understanding what the other was saying:

"This...this is poisoning!"

"Bullshit! It's clearly those small countries that angered the gods, or they have problems with their diets, like eating some wild animals that caused the viral outbreak!"

The tall, thin man shouted angrily, then arrogantly raised his chin and said:

"And we can take this opportunity to showcase Kakin's medical expertise, be the first to control the epidemic, and become a beacon for the world."

"This is for Kajin, you should understand, Kalim..."

The tall, thin man's sinister gaze fell upon the short, stout man, who lowered his head and stammered:

"So, what should we do now? There are too many people with fevers, and some people are already starting to suspect something."

"Declaring that nothing happened and denying that a problem occurred."

The tall, thin man said calmly, then waved for Kalim to leave.

Kalim stood up in a daze, barely knowing how he got out of the room.

pat.

A drop of rain fell on his pale face, icy cold.

Kalim looked up.

The sunlight has been completely obscured by dark clouds.

"Ah, the great Kakin..."

He smiled bitterly, recalling the stories of the rise to power of the first king of Kakin, as recorded in those unofficial histories.

Looking at it now...

That unusually cold rain from hundreds of years ago has never stopped.

It started from a muddy, decaying mountain village, following that mad king all the way, drenched in the vast, cold fog, and year after year, it soaked the entire continent of Aizhen.

Now, who knows how many people's hearts will be chilled to the bone.

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Time:

October 3th, afternoon.

50 hours after Patient Zero's death.

[Number of survivors in New Delhi]:

2466, 280 (120, 1501)

[Number of deaths from the disease]:

21 (0)

[Current Average Level of the Molina Group]:

LV.3～LV.4

[Global Tension]:

9%

Chapter 381 Mass Deaths × Family Planning Supplies

'I can't speak anymore...'

He lay prone on the floor, using his completely festering right hand to prop himself up.

Broken mirrors were scattered all around him, shimmering with a hazy light under the dim lamp.

Chao Yin felt his mouth was dry and his whole body felt like it was in a crematorium, with excruciating pain constantly shooting through the nerves behind his eyes.

He looked at the red bucket next to him.

It was full of his vomit, mixed with fragments of internal organs and mucous membranes, yellowish-green pus, and of course, blood.

Starting the next morning, his gums began to ulcerate and bleed, and eventually blood began to seep from every pore of his body, completely soaking his clothes.

Towards the end of the second day, large bruises began to appear on his skin, as if an invisible person was constantly beating him every day.

'Something's not right. This virus is far too potent. If it's this effective against me, how did Sovi manage to hold out for so long...?'

Chao Yin tilted his head back, panting heavily, deep in thought.

Then he opened his mouth wide and examined the shards of glass on the ground closely.

The mirror reflected the current state of his mouth—

The dense, tiny blisters stretched from the lips all the way to the depths of the throat, and countless yellowish-green pustules grew on the tongue, like the bottom of a boat covered with barnacles.

"Well……"

Chao Yin moved his tongue and felt large pustules burst open in his mouth like popping boba in a bubble tea, oozing out salty pus that flowed down his throat and into his stomach.

"No, I can't speak anymore, my vocal cords are completely ruined."

Chao Yin reluctantly pushed the recording pen away from the ground, trying not to let her blood stain it.