Six-Eyed Sukuna, starting from Hunter x Hunter

Chapter 98 Didn't sleep well, didn't want to save people

Bisky spent most of the day trying to persuade Chrollo, both openly and secretly, but she couldn't get him to take off his earring.

Finally, Kuroro smiled gently and said that it was getting late, so he was going back to his room to sleep.

And after he left.

Bisky sat there, clenching her fists, feeling extremely resentful.

hateful.

What kind of luck allowed her to encounter both the Crystal Feather and the Liquid Mineral from the Seven Beauties in a single day?

But both of them are already taken.

Is this good luck or bad luck...?

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Su Wu picked up the yawning tiger cub who was half asleep and walked upstairs.

The patrons in the tavern below sat upright, not uttering a sound, like a group of exquisitely crafted puppets performing a pantomime.

Only after Bisky, also carrying her skirt, went upstairs in a sullen mood did everyone in the pub breathe a sigh of relief.

Four unidentified individuals, chatting and laughing in front of a pile of dead ice sculptures—being around these people makes you afraid you might suddenly turn into an ice sculpture yourself.

"Boss! Can I still check out now?" Someone ran up to the bartender and asked the person who was also the owner.

"You can check out, but no refunds." The man wiping the wine glass had a sunny smile and a cheerful tone.

Shady businessman!!!

Those who wanted to cancel their reservations withdrew their heads and stopped mentioning it.

At two o'clock in the morning, Su Wu was awakened by a series of explosions. The air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder and the smell of alcohol evaporating.

Thick black smoke seeped in through the crack in the door, choking the little white tiger on the floor, who was snoring and causing it to sneeze repeatedly.

A faint airflow circulated between its horns, dispersing the billowing smoke.

Warcraft creatures are born with inherited skills, which they use with increasing proficiency as they grow.

"...I can't even get a good night's sleep." Su Wu got up, put on her clothes, and slowly washed up before taking the tiger cub out the door.

As soon as the door opened, a surge of heat and smoke rushed in, and crimson flames had already spread across the corridor, turning the walls black.

There were heavy footsteps both upstairs and downstairs, and every now and then a few screams could be heard.

The people living in the rooms diagonally opposite and next to Su Wu also came out of their rooms.

The group of people all looked well-groomed, not like they had just thrown on some clothes and left the house in a hurry.

"Seriously, what's with all this noise so late at night?!" Bisky said, hands on her hips, looking fierce.

Girls need beauty sleep! Do these people even understand that?!

"..." Kuroro held a book, as if he had been reading in his room and hadn't slept. He didn't speak at the moment, but just stared at the descending stairs with deep eyes.

"...Seriously, now I have nowhere to stay." Su Wu sighed and went downstairs.

On the stairs and on the ground below, there were many people lying crookedly, some with broken arms or legs.

What they had in common was that they were all still alive, and all of them had lost their ability to move.

And each of them had a bomb with a countdown timer installed on their body.

And the countdown is extremely fast.

Upon seeing the four people coming downstairs, everyone's eyes lit up instantly.

Struggling, he dragged his bloodied body to the four men and kept kowtowing.

"Help us!"

"Please, please save me—"

Su Wu looked at the bomb on the other person's body. With the speed of this series of kowtows and pleas for help, the countdown was getting faster and faster.

But the time was still very long, more than four thousand seconds.

"This bomb's countdown is way too long!"

Moreover, unlike ordinary bombs, this is a telekinetic bomb.

Therefore, conventional dismantling methods are ineffective against this bomb.

But what's the point of such a long time?

Or is this also a limitation of ability?

If so...

"This ability is so useless." The white-haired boy ignored the pleading voice in his ear, examined the bomb for a moment, straightened up, and spoke with a contemptuous tone.

However, it's still a bit better than the Wheel of Law, which he can only use once every two days.

His Nen ability seems to have become somewhat useless, now purely a support ability.

Although there are many tarot cards, he has not yet drawn a card with high attack power.

How about adding more restrictions and oaths, making it usable every day? But that would also increase the limitations...

Ugh, this is troublesome.

In terms of ability, Gojo Satoru and Sukuna are practically without any weaknesses.

Its high attack, high defense, and high health regeneration mechanism makes it invincible.

Those who had not received help for a long time were on the verge of madness. They stopped kowtowing and stared at the four people in front of them with eyes full of urgency and even a hint of hatred.

"Please think of a way to save us!"

"Aren't you guys very strong?"

They urged, complained, and a cacophony of voices mingled together, creating an incredibly noisy atmosphere.

"I can't save people, but I can help you by letting you die before the bomb explodes." The white-haired boy stood there, his face calm, glancing at them out of the corner of his eye, not even bothering to give them a proper look.

If I had to give a reason, it would be that I didn't sleep well and was too lazy to save people.

"You expect us to save you by talking to adults like that? A bunch of lowly bastards." The blond youth spoke even more rudely, his words full of malice.

"I can't remove other people's abilities either," Bisky shook her head.

To deal with Nen abilities, you need to understand the specific situation.

But they don't even know the trigger for these bombs, so how can they talk about detonating them?

Moreover, the owner of these bombs is nowhere to be found.

Near the Los Angeles Mountains, the trio finally reunited.

"With so many bombs left, that white-haired brat definitely won't escape." The blond man's smile revealed cunning and greed.

A direct confrontation? No, he could sense the danger emanating from the boy.

A direct confrontation is not in line with his cautious style; he will naturally look for an opportunity to severely injure his opponent and then seize the spoils of war.

Although he spends most of his time on Greed Island, he also needs to pay attention to the real world.

Moreover, they were working under the commission of the crows, so no matter how big the trouble got, someone else would take the blame, and their reward was still cards from the game.

It's a great deal no matter how you look at it.

The three men placed their thumbs together and shouted in unison—

"liberation."

Inside the hotel.

"It has indeed taken a bit too long, which may mean that the other party has another way to detonate the bomb directly," the black-haired man said calmly.

We shouldn't say "maybe," we should say "definitely."

The moment he finished speaking, the bombs on those people, which had been rapidly counting down, stopped counting down and the numbers immediately dropped to zero.

The next moment, several bombs exploded simultaneously.

Meanwhile, incessant explosions could be heard from the outside world.

The entire street was blown to pieces, with thick black smoke billowing into the air.

Even the sky above the location of the mine was filled with plumes of black smoke.

"We're going camping now." Su Wu stood in mid-air, observing the thick smoke below, not a speck of dust on her body, her tone full of helplessness.

Bisky, Kuroro, and Maro appeared from different directions.

"My skirt—" Bisky looked at her torn skirt and was furious.

"...What bad luck." Kuroro, who was covered in dust, sighed.

You can encounter this kind of thing even if you just randomly pick a hotel.

(End of this chapter)