Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Chapter 117 Regaining Confidence

squeak..

The door slid open gently, and Roy stepped out of the room.

The corridor lights were still so pale, casting his shadow long and faint.

Her short, silvery-white hair gleamed with a cold, frosty hue under the light, like someone who had just stepped out of an ice cellar.

Accompanying him was a red-haired boy named Fica, who had been waiting at the entrance of the passage.

"Good morning, boss."

Fica raised his hand from afar and quickly came over.

"Good morning, Fika." After glancing at the red-haired boy, Roy continued walking straight toward the elevator without stopping.

"How come you had time to come this morning? Don't you have a match? You...you didn't forfeit, did you?"

"Where?! No, no—absolutely not!"

Fica quickly waved his hands, looking as nervous as a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his hands drawing two arcs in the air, afraid that Roy would misunderstand.

"My match started at six o'clock this morning. Because it was so early, I didn't tell you in advance, thinking I could just come over after my match."

He walked quickly beside Roy, gesturing as he went.

"So don't worry... Boss, I didn't forfeit."

"And starting today, I'll be on the same floor as you. And for the next event, I'll be on the 200th floor too!"

Fica clenched his fist, his knuckles making a slight cracking sound.

His tone was filled with barely suppressed excitement, like a young animal finally seeing its cage door open.

"Also..." He suddenly lowered his voice, turning his head to glance at Roy: "Seraphim messaged me early this morning... saying..."

...wait for us on the 200th floor.

"Yeah?"

Roy paused slightly before resuming his steps.

He turned his head, his silver-gray eyes lingering on Fica's face for a moment, his gaze calm and revealing little emotion, but the faint, ambiguous smile reappeared at the corner of his mouth.

It was very shallow, as if confirming something that was expected.

"She's working really hard," Roy said.

Fica opened his mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

Reach out and press the up button.

The floor numbers on the elevator doors began to jump... gradually climbing from the thirtieth floor, the numbers jumping one by one, like a kind of unhurried breathing.

Fica stood beside Roy, her hands at her sides, her toes tapping lightly on the ground unconsciously, making a series of soft, restless sounds.

Ding.

The elevator has arrived.

The door opened, and the room was empty.

Roy went in first, followed closely by Fica.

He pressed the button for the 199th floor, which was the floor where he would compete today. If he won another match, he could step into the threshold of the 200th floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed, the car shook slightly, and then began to rise.

The numbers jumped one by one: 190... 191... 192...

Fika leaned against the wall inside the elevator car, looking up at the fluctuating numbers, and suddenly asked, "Boss, are you nervous?"

"No," Roy answered quickly.

"I'm nervous."

Fica smiled, a hint of bitterness he himself didn't realize in his smile. "It's not that I'm nervous about this match, it's that I'm nervous about your next match against Hisoka."

Roy did not respond.

The car was quiet for a few seconds, with only the faint sound of the cable sliding and the faint sound of wind coming from the overhead ventilation.

"Don't worry."

Roy finally spoke, his voice not loud, but steady.

"I am different now than I was three days ago."

Fica turned her head and looked at his profile.

Short white hair, silver-gray eyes, a worn but clean coat, and a faint, water vapor-like silvery-white halo that emanates from the surface of his skin.

It's definitely different now.

Fica looked away and returned her gaze to the fluctuating floor numbers.

One hundred and ninety-nine.

The elevator doors have arrived at the station...

Ding!

After a crisp sound, the door opened.

The lights in the corridor flooded in, so bright they were almost blinding.

Roy strode out, his pace unhurried.

Fica followed quietly behind without saying a word.

The two continued walking like this, and after about two minutes, they arrived at a field the size of a football field.

The only structure in the entire venue was a ring set up in the center.

The arena is different in shape from the previous levels; it is not a cuboid, but rather a circle resembling a disc.

On the circular arena, dozens of lights are suspended tens of meters above the dome, whose edges are made of transparent glass, through which warm light streams in.

Countless rays of light, refracted and focused by the transparent glass, create a somewhat sacred atmosphere.

This arena is completely different from the previous 198 levels... it has become somewhat solemn and dignified.

Around the ring, tiered seating was arranged, with tickets costing more for seats closer to the ring.

Those watching the game here are completely excluded from the general public... because the minimum bet for this level is 100 million jin.

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"Fica...can I do you a favor?"

With a quick glance taking in the situation, Roy suddenly ordered the red-haired youth beside him, "Go and bet all my money on me..."

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As he spoke, Roy handed over a black card.

"Place a bet?"

Fika took the card, his eyes gleaming. "Boss, how much money do you have in your card?"

"The first level has 152 nuns... the fiftieth level has 50,000 nuns... the hundredth level has approximately 1 million nuns... and now we have accumulated to 190 levels..."

"Hmm... it should be around 2 million jenny."

"2 billion?!"

"So many?"

When Fika heard the amount, his eyes widened into stars.

This was the first time he had ever handled so much money, and the key point was...

The boss has 200 million in his account... I guess mine is about the same, since I'm only one game away from reaching level 200.

"Then... boss, can I place a bet too?"

Thinking of this, Fika also took out an identical black card from his pocket, only with a different serial number.

"Of course you can... but I can't guarantee I'll win, so you should think it over."

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Roy glanced at Fica and replied casually, "After all, this costs two hundred million Jenny. There isn't another Sky Arena here."

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"Hehe... Anyway, this money was earned with your help, boss, so it doesn't matter if I lose it... But if you win, boss, I'll double my winnings."

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The red-haired boy covered his head and smiled shyly: "Besides, Serapika can clear two hundred floors, so for you, boss... it'll definitely be no problem..."

"That's true... two hundred floors is nothing..."

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With a playful smile, Roy dropped her calm demeanor and became somewhat mischievous.

Fika's words reminded him of himself. In the past few days, facing the pressure from Hisoka, he had begun to lose himself, always eager for quick success and instant benefits.

He once neglected Fica and Serapika... and... himself.

I have begun to forget my original goal and am limited by the current danger.

Hisoka is very strong, but there are many people stronger than him in the Hunter world.

Hisoka... should never, and cannot, be an obstacle to him...