Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 104 The Berserk and Loss of Control

"Is that all?"

Roy stared at the egg-sized ball of thought in his palm.

The faint, almost imperceptible, silvery-white halo was reflected in his pupils.

A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This is the thought he gained after six years of arduous training and one night of intense practice.

So small, so weak, so—vulnerable.

Sighing with discontent, his mind was suddenly filled with images of Illumi's contempt as he plunged his penis into his heart, Hisoka's condescending smile as he gripped his neck, and Silva's cold and ruthless expression.

not enough!

not enough!

That's not nearly enough!!

This amount of strength isn't even enough to cover their scraps...

With such limited power, how could he possibly survive in this cruel world of hunters?!

What makes him think he can prove that he didn't make the wrong choice during those six years and on that path?

What will he have to offer Hisoka two days later? Will he rely on his charity again?

"No!!!"

A fierce shout, filled with resolute will, burst forth from his throat, tearing through the air and exploding across the entire platform.

The echo bounced back and forth between the buildings, startling a few night birds perched on a distant rooftop. Their black silhouettes silently swept across the gray night sky... and also awakened him.

No, it wasn't a startled awakening.

It's ignition!

"Give it to me!!!"

Roy clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and his nails almost dug into the flesh of his palms.

The violent intent, carrying a resolute will to destroy everything, surged forth like a tiger descending a mountain, crashing down upon his dantian.

boom......!!

It's not scouring, it's hammering!

That thought, like a heavy hammer, slammed into the entrance of his own dantian.

Then, a silent explosion erupted within his body. The door, which had only been slightly ajar, shattered under the blow, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into his consciousness.

Then... he heard a sound.

It wasn't the sound of the wind, the noise of the city, or any sound from the outside world.

It's the blood surging through the veins, the heart pounding in the chest, the roaring of the cells screaming and shouting.

...

They have been suppressed for too long, waited for too long, and finally received the order to be released.

At that very moment, deep within his dantian, the thought that had been compressed into a small ball erupted outwards like a volcano.

Silvery-white spiritual energy began to erupt from every pore of his body, not in wisps, but in patches, as if countless invisible hands were simultaneously tearing open the seal on the surface of his skin.

His hair stood on end in the airflow, and the hem of his clothes fluttered wildly, making a crisp "snap" sound.

The dust at our feet was shaken outwards, spreading in concentric circles, forming an ever-expanding circular shockwave that slowly dissipated only when it reached the edge of the platform.

But... this time...

The thought hasn't faded!

Instead of drifting aimlessly in the air as before, they tightly, frantically, and violently wrapped around his body, and were becoming thicker and thicker.

One inch, two inches, three inches, five inches...

It grew thicker, thicker, and brighter.

It turned from silvery white to bright white, and from bright white to dazzling white, as if someone had lit a sun inside his body.

Suddenly... Roy's body began to tremble violently.

Under the impact of this force, his body, which was already nearing its limit, was almost unable to withstand it.

Bones cracked, joints dislocated, muscles teetered on the brink of tearing, and every muscle fiber groaned in agony as it reached its limit.

And with that comes... pain!

Excruciating pain!

It felt like a million red-hot steel needles were piercing every inch of his skin at the same time, and it was as painful as someone slowly sawing his bones with a blunt knife!

But Roy didn't stop.

He didn't even think about stopping.

not enough.

not enough.

More, more, more!!

He clenched his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging into two hard knots, his teeth grinding together, and his gums bleeding.

His eyes were fixed on the rapidly expanding silvery-white ball of light in his palm. It had grown from a goose egg into a fist, from a fist into a head, from a head into a basketball... and it was still growing, still expanding, still frantically devouring everything around it.

The entire platform was illuminated by silvery-white light, making it as bright as day.

Every crack and every speck of dust on the concrete floor beneath his feet was clearly visible under the light, and even a small rust mark on the railing ten meters away was clearly visible.

Then...the wind...

Stopped.

It didn't stop; it was suppressed by his spiritual energy.

Within a ten-meter radius of him, the air became thick and heavy, as if invisible boulders were pressing down on every corner, making even breathing difficult.

Even Roy's own breathing began to become heavy and rapid, each breath sounding like a broken bellows being pulled desperately, carrying a hoarse noise and a faint smell of blood.

On his forehead, neck, and arms, veins began to bulge, and the capillaries inside started to bleed.

The originally tightly closed pores were now wide open, releasing white vital energy.

If this continues, he will be crushed by his own thoughts in less than five seconds, because he is already losing control of such a massive amount of thought.

Under this immense pressure, Roy opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

It wasn't because he didn't shout, but because his vocal cords were completely suppressed by that violent energy... He couldn't make a sound at all.

What should I do?

What should I do?

Roy's consciousness repeatedly questioned himself, trying to find a way to suppress his thoughts.

Just as he was about to completely lose control, a pair of hands silently reached out from behind him.

Slender and fair-skinned, yet as steady as a mountain.

I pressed my left hand against his back and my right hand over his clenched fist.

The ten fingers were applied lightly without any force.

In an instant, the surging thoughts within Roy's body, which were about to burst forth, were stopped by an invisible dam.

"This is really reckless."

Bisky's voice came from behind her, not loud, even very soft.

"Your body simply cannot withstand this amount. In two more seconds, all your pores will burst open. At that point, it won't be you using your mind, but your mind eating you."

Xinluo wanted to answer, to say that he didn't do it on purpose, it was just a coincidence...

But he couldn't make a sound.

This time it wasn't because of the pressure, but because of those hands.

Bisky's left hand gave him a slight jolt in the back of the chest.

The force of that tremor was so small that it was almost imperceptible from the outside.

But within Roy's body, the shock was like a pebble thrown into the center of a flood about to burst its banks. It wasn't a direct block or a strong pressure, but rather a gentle nudge at the most critical juncture.

The torrent has veered off course.

That wildly surging thought, as if turned by an invisible hand, changed from rushing straight outwards to flowing diagonally upwards.

It bursts out of the body from the top of the head, travels up the spine, and finds an exit at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head.

A silvery-white beam of light shot up from above Roy's head, piercing the night sky and exploding several meters in the air, turning into countless tiny points of light, like a silent silver firework display.

The fireworks have faded.

The energy within Roy's body, like water drained from a pool with the plug pulled, was mostly released in a rush.

The silvery-white fiery cloak that had been about to engulf him receded rapidly like a tide, from an inch...

Two inches, three inches—it turned back into a thin layer, quietly adhering to the skin's surface, like a layer of silvery-white frost.

Not dazzling, not violent, not scorching.

It just—quietly sat there.

Roy's body finally stopped trembling.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and the violent rise and fall of his chest gradually decreased until it returned to a normal rhythm.

At the same time, the bulging veins on his forehead were slowly subsiding, and the bleeding from his capillaries gradually stopped under the influence of his mind.

"Next time, I might not be able to save you."

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