Hunter x Hunter: From Obtaining the World to Beyond Heaven

"By Yangde, how could a guy like you possibly forget?"

"But you're wrong. The Egg in the Pot didn't fail; it was just destroyed."

Failure and destruction are completely different things.

According to the principle of "restraint and oath", the consequences of a failed ritual are far greater than the ritual being broken, which would lead to the entire Kakin royal family being dethroned.

"Who did this, that [Time Stopper]?"

Bi Yangde frowned and asked.

Nasby neither denied nor confirmed, but instead changed the subject, saying:

"By tomorrow, most of your methods in Kakin will be ineffective, but our agreement will still stand."

"The Black Whale has been completed, but it can only be hidden in the dock for a month at most. It can't be hidden any longer. If you don't want your plan to fail, you'd better get started now."

In other words, all the preliminary preparations for the journey to the Dark Continent must be completed within a month, and the ship will set sail by the end of April...

“A month is certainly enough time, but Your Majesty, can you really guarantee that the colonization plan will be successfully presented to the public if you do it this way?”

Pariston, who had been silently observing, calmly spoke:

"If I'm not mistaken, Your Majesty, you won't last another month, will you?"

With his arms crossed, Bjorn said nonchalantly:

"Is that so? If so, then I can speed things up a bit more and try to find the Longevity Rice before you die of old age, Nasby."

His tone suggested that bringing back a legendary treasure from the Dark Continent was an easy task.

Moreover, entrusting such a treasure to a king who is about to die would undoubtedly be of no benefit, yet Yang De still said so.

When he says it, it means he really will do it.

Even though Nasby and he had cooperated and secretly fought for decades, their relationship was close but not intimate.

Tap, tap...

Nasby remained silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest of the throne.

Neither denying nor confirming.

Even shrewd men like Pariston and Byrond couldn't fathom what the old king was thinking at this moment.

After a long pause, he finally responded with a single sentence:

"Kakkin's regime will not disappear with my death. Using the pretext of colonization to alleviate some of the population pressure, and at the same time to make Kakin a genuine V6, this is all part of the plan, and it will continue to be implemented even after I die."

"This matter has been subtly ingrained in Kakin's civil service system. It will continue to move forward without the king's decree, just as drops of water gather to form an ocean, and pigeons line up to form a flock. One inconspicuous policy after another will eventually piece together the blueprint of the plan. When you need it, the Black Whale can set sail at any time."

Nasby believed that after his death, Mumtse could also assume the responsibilities of a king and become that great pioneer.

"Is that so? Then it's up to you."

Byand understood Nasby's refusal—he had chosen a natural death rather than continuing to eke out a living with the help of "longevity rice," as Byand had suggested.

If that's the case, then Nasby has no value.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, Yang De decisively turned and left the palace. He had to meet someone else, so he didn't have time to waste here.

He left the royal palace quietly.

"Inform Muhl to fly the airship to the address Sherlock gave us. Once the transaction is complete, give him the three nails that Isori handed over."

Without turning his head, Bynd said to Pariston, then, as if remembering something, asked with a strange expression:

"Speaking of which, the person who saved that old bastard Isoya was..."

"It is Chidor Yorkshire."

Pariston's lips curled into a smile, as if he and Byrd were tacitly mocking someone.

"After all this time, Sherlock still loves to do useless work."

Byron and Pariston exchanged a glance.

Laugh out loud.

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the next day.

King Nasby announced to the nation that a new crown prince had been chosen.

After his death, the crown prince will simultaneously inherit the throne and once again rule the Kakin Empire.

On the same day, Naspi personally presided over the crown prince's early coronation ceremony, handing over the "Kichijo-maru," a symbol of royal power, to the new king.

at the same time,

Thirty years after the most peaceful coup in history, the Chinlin House Incident, the capital of Kakin, New Delhi, witnessed the bloodiest and most brutal coup in history.

This event is historically known as the April Massacre.

According to reports, more than 3000 nobles of all ranks from various parts of Kakin participated in the coronation ceremony of the new crown prince, intending to stage a collective rebellion.

Ultimately, the rebellion was easily suppressed by the new crown prince, resulting in a bloodbath.

Within 48 hours of the uprising, the new leader, Mumu Sawa, faced more than 112 assassination attempts and street rebellions, all of which were thwarted.

After that, Kakin's central royal army was dispatched throughout the country to suppress the rebellious families of the border nobles.

Ultimately, more than 4 people were executed, and the state successfully recovered a massive amount of assets and land, which was then used for post-pandemic reconstruction and national subsidies.

As for those nobles and landowners who were purged, all I can say is that they should be reborn into a better family in their next life, and that they shouldn't have to do disgusting things like the Carnival.

After all, no change requires a lot of bloodshed.

If so, it must have involved weak compromises or so-called "reforms" that were simply a charade.

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"Hail to the great King, oh great Kakin..."

A loud broadcast echoed and circled above the church, and several pigeons curiously listened.

The somber church bells rang one after another.

Ruby sat on the bench, praying silently:

"Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances..."

"We did not know how to pray, but God Himself interceded for us with unspeakable sighs..."

"Complete trust, constant vigilance, mutual responsibility..."

After the seven chimes, Ruby gently closed her eyes and curled up on the bench.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating his serene face.

He seemed to be asleep.

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On the vast and endless sea.

A man, thin as a stick, stared silently at the waves, lost in thought.

After a long pause, he turned and asked:

"Kuroro, is this really how we can go home?"

His response was a white porcelain urn containing ashes.

"It's pointless to ask."

Uvogin knew that there was no going back.

He would only end up dried into jerky at sea.

"But it's for the best. Since everyone's dead anyway, the sooner we go, the sooner we can meet again..."

Uvogin lay down in a daze, closed his eyes and enjoyed his last moments. Having completely lost his Nen abilities, all he could do were these futile things.

When will this ship be able to take him back to Meteor City?

Maybe in a few months, maybe in the next second?

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It is forbidden to hold gatherings of people in such places.

Several judicial bureau officials wearing red armbands were counting heads, speaking loudly as they did so:

"Hey, don't push! Line up and let's count the number of people!"

An old farmer-looking poor man asked cautiously:

"Sir, sir, why are we counting heads?"

He thought to himself, "They're not going to lock them up, are they?"

Uneasy sounds and whispers occasionally emanated from the crowd.

But the officials from the judicial bureau just smiled and said:

"These past few days, the country has just discovered some surplus, uncultivated land within its borders... His Highness the Crown Prince is currently drafting a national policy, ordering you to travel throughout the country to cultivate land and participate in national development..."

What followed was beyond the comprehension of those who could not understand.

All they knew was that it seemed...

Is the government going to redistribute land?

Among the crowd, Dracula, the former second prince who had secretly stationed his own army, listened silently. Only after the official finished speaking did he squeeze out of the crowd with a complicated expression.

'A king more benevolent than Princess Camilla, perhaps...'

Dracula sat silently on a rock for a long time.

At some point, as if she had figured something out, she took out an intricately designed bomb from her bosom, removed the fuse, pried out the mechanism, and threw it into the river not far away.

Pfft!

A splash of water rose from the river.

"Yay...yes..."