Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

It's a pity... the time was too short...

It probably takes about two breaths.

By reviewing the sense of time that had just been severed, Roy roughly estimated that he could free his body for forty percent of the time.

Also... what happened to my eyes?

Roy looked at the pair of silver-gray eyes reflected in the window, somewhat puzzled.

Could it be that physical liberation can change the look in one's pupils and eyes?

What's the point of this?

Natural colored contact lenses.

rustle.....

Despite the excruciating pain, Roy slowly stood up.

"Hmm, it seems to be slowly recovering."

Once Roy regained his footing, he felt his empty body become full again, and the power that had disappeared reappeared.

An urge to vent his feelings made him want to liberate his body once again.

What the hell is this?

Roy's right corner of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was both amused and exasperated.

Even if he wanted to liberate them, would he dare?

Two breaths of real man in exchange for two hours of soft, muddy feet.

Normally it wouldn't matter, but in this kind of environment, he felt that it was suicidal.

However... there is still one difference.

Why does the cabin feel brighter?

Subconsciously, Roy slowly turned his head and scanned the entire cabin.

He discovered that he could see clearly anything that appeared within his field of vision.

And now... it's clearly nighttime.

Normally, he can only make out a rough outline of things in the distance; he can't see anything else clearly.

Night vision?!

A guess suddenly popped into his mind, and he then confirmed it.

After confirming this fact, Roy couldn't help but feel a little happier.

"It seems that the liberation of the body still needs to be explored more deeply."

"Will there be even stronger skills next time...? Right now, I basically have super healing, bullet time, and night vision—three purely physical abilities."

"If this continues, will I become a superhero?"

"hehe....."

Thinking of something that made him happy, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Boss, what are you laughing at...?"

Fica's voice suddenly rang out from the shadows of the corridor.

Roy looked in the direction of the sound and saw the familiar figure of the red-haired boy slowly emerge from the darkness.

"Fica?"

"It's me, boss. Don't you recognize me?"

The red-haired boy chuckled and greeted Roy naturally.

Is he like that?

Unintentionally, Roy frowned; his intuition was constantly reminding him of something.

What is it?

Roy carefully examined the source of his unease.

What is it?

While he was deep in thought, Fica, who was a hundred meters away, had unknowingly moved to a position three meters away from Roy.

At this moment, Fika's expression became somewhat strange.

There was a mixture of eagerness and desire.

Anxiety? Desire?

What is he so eager for, and what is he so eager for?

As Roy pondered, his gaze inadvertently swept over Fika's somewhat strange eyes, revealing two different emotions within them.

"Stop! Stand there and don't move."

Roy suddenly reached out to stop Fica from approaching him.

Hey!

Fica stopped and asked with a puzzled look on his face:

"What's wrong, boss? Is there something on me?"

Roy didn't answer Fica's question; instead, he began to scrutinize him with a more scrutinizing gaze.

Height 1.73m... Weight 57kg... Soft hair...

Ok? !

Isn't Fica 1.72 meters tall?

Her weight seems wrong too; I remember it being 55 kilograms. Her hair isn't smooth either; it's rather stiff.

While carefully observing, Roy unconsciously began to measure Fika, following the Zoldyck family's unique method of measuring the height and weight of mission targets.

The moment he saw Fica appear, a strange sense of unease arose in his heart.

This sense of disharmony seemed to be reminding him that the person in front of him was not Fica.

How about... we try to test the waters?

Roy glanced at Fica again, a thought flickering in his mind.

Let's give it a try.

I acted on my thought... and the next second...

"You're not Fica, are you?!"

Roy's silver-gray eyes deliberately exuded a sense of oppression as he looked at the red-haired boy in front of him.

"What did you say? Boss, I am Fika."

As he spoke, the red-haired boy, who had been standing still, started walking forward again.

"I told you, don't move..."

Seeing the red-haired boy move again, Roy became even more certain of his guess and gave the red-haired boy another instruction.

But this time... the red-haired boy not only stopped as he was told, but started running instead.

Tap tap tap.....

He was very fast and in a hurry.

Perhaps he could appear beside Roy in just a few breaths.

So it really isn't?

A look of understanding flashed in Roy's eyes, realizing that the person in front of him was not Fika.

But... he didn't move.

Click... Click...

After a series of fine, grinding sounds, his whole body began to gather strength.

I don't care what you are... I'll kill you!

A strange killing intent suddenly emanated from Roy, sweeping through the entire corridor.

His Zoldyck-like traits seem to have automatically activated.

hiss......

After a sharp screech, the red-haired boy running towards Roy had changed drastically.

His back was arched, and his vertebrae bulged outwards one by one, like a saw-toothed snake wriggling.

His facial features began to melt, his eyes slid to the sides, the distance between them widening to twice that of a normal human, and his pupils became vertical slits, dark gold in color, like the eyes of a reptile or some kind of deep-sea fish.

A bizarre creature resembling a lizard and an octopus suddenly appeared in front of Roy.

"What the hell are you?"

Looking at the drastically changed red-haired boy in front of him, Roy couldn't help but complain.

Roar!

The monster before him did not respond, but let out a roar and pounced on him.

"Didn't you hear me? I asked you a question."

Crack!

With a loud crack, Roy's right foot slammed into the charging monster.

A sticky, moist sensation came from my feet.

As I felt my strength being neutralized, a fishy smell entered my nostrils.

That taste...

The smell... was unlike the ordinary fishy smell; it was stronger and thicker, like a long-standing, putrid stench.

It's like the putrid smell that's accumulated for who knows how long in a deep sea trench where sunlight never shines and no living thing wants to approach.

Roy's nostrils twitched suddenly, as if he had a stress reaction to the pungent smell.

Hmm... why do I feel this way?

Retracting his right foot, which had failed to achieve any success in its attack, Roy began to question himself.

He couldn't quite understand why he felt this way about the monster in front of him.

It's as if you naturally know something.

Could this be the reason for the physical body breaking through 40%?

A hunting instinct brought about by physical atavism?

In the world of Hunter x Hunter, there is another group outside of the Nen system... a group that, in order to survive in the Dark Continent, is forced to merge with monsters, be modified by the environment, and even actively "dehumanize" themselves.

After these people return to the human world, their offspring may inherit the supernatural abilities of their ancestors.

Such events have a common name: atavism.