Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

What was that sound?

As Roy walked through the dark corridor, his ears twitched as he heard the blond man, Zett, scream in agony.

What happened again?

clatter.....

Luo Yi paused, then turned around with a puzzled look at the dark and deep passageway behind him.

Even with his current night vision, he can only see things within 5 meters, and this long corridor is at least several hundred meters long.

Looking at the corridor that exuded an eerie and dangerous aura, Roy subconsciously took a few steps back, not intending to investigate further.

Because of the seventh rule of the Zoldyck family:

Without sufficient intelligence, no action can be taken!

These are the words that Maha Zoldyck inscribed at the very top of the Trial Gate.

This was also a creed he practiced throughout his life, and he truly lived by it. In his words:

I have killed countless people in my life and never failed, not because I am better than them, but because I have already won a hundred times before I even make a move.

This seventh rule and Maha Zoldyck's words had been deeply ingrained in Roy's heart through the Zoldyck family's long-standing training.

So... in a certain sense...

The Zoldycks are all cowards, a bunch of cowards who seek to avoid danger while hoping for good fortune!

At some point in the future, Roy will inevitably face another choice.

Perhaps that was his first step in getting rid of the Zoldycks.

Withdrawing his gaze, Roy left the spot without looking back.

He was going to find his underlings.

Then...find a way to get off this ship.

A solemn expression flashed across Roy's face.

Having been out for so long, he thought that after breaking through to the second stage of physical liberation, the ever-present shadow of death might disappear or weaken.

But even now, that lingering shadow has not only not disappeared, but has become even stronger.

"Tch... what exactly happened?"

Under this pressure, Roy couldn't help but bite his fingers in frustration.

"What on earth is going to happen...?"

Unintentionally raising his head, Roy's eyes flashed with a cold light as he quietly pondered in the darkness bathed in the dim glow of the wall lamp.

As he pondered, the image of the headless monster that had been kneeling before him slowly appeared in his mind like a three-dimensional drawing, and kept rotating.

Um.....

Roy unconsciously let out a soft moan, her consciousness gently touching the paper, and the painting stopped...

He was the one who made it stop.

Then, with a thought... the white-bodied figure was pushed closer and magnified in my consciousness.

The torn, grayish-white flesh threads in the severed neck opening began to become clear, one by one.

They intertwined tightly, like the rings of a tree forming concentric circles, each filled with a grayish-green, semi-solidified sap.

This is......?

Loy zoomed in again.

The image was pushed to its limit.

In the center of those slimes, he saw... countless fine threads.

Extremely fine, almost transparent silk threads.

They are growing out from between the sections, like tree roots in early spring tentatively stretching out in the frozen soil, their ends slightly curled up like tufted fern leaves.

They are alive...

Roy's pupils contracted slightly, causing the image to revert to a full panorama.

The mutilated body still knelt there, motionless. Its grayish-white skin gleamed with a deathly sheen under the dim light, looking no different from before. There was no heartbeat, no breath, and no sign of life whatsoever.

But Roy saw the threads.

Those threads, emerging from the depths of the break, are coiling and weaving together to connect.

They didn't die, they were just... growing.

"Not dead?!"

Roy exclaimed in shock.

Why?

Immediately afterward, a question arose in his mind.

What exactly are those transparent, fine, hair-like threads?

Is it to read aloud?

Or something else?

Lost in thought, Roy slowed his pace and walked forward slowly.

A short while later, he arrived at the second deck.

At that moment, Bolt, Fika, and the Kurta tribe girl were all there.

"What are you doing...?"

"What's wrong?"

"And...who are you?"

Loy, upon reaching the deck, glanced around before finally settling on the figure beside Fica.

"Boss!"

Fika, who was using his Nen ability while placing his right hand on the left side of the Kurta girl's waist, heard Roy's voice, turned around abruptly, and exclaimed in surprise:

"You're out!"

Roy's lips twitched.

You're the one who just came out; your whole family came out.

Thinking to himself, Roy gave Fica and the Kurta girl a strange look:

"I remember, didn't you two dislike each other?"

"hehe....."

Fica scratched the back of his head with his free left hand and laughed awkwardly:

"Um... um... a lot of things happened, you know."

He returned Roy's gaze with an ambiguous look.

"No, I don't understand... and... who is he?"

Shaking his head, Roy pointed his right index finger in Bolt's direction and asked again.

"he?"

Fica glanced at Bolt, who had black hair and black eyes, then turned his gaze back to Roy:

"Boss, he's Usain Bolt, the bard Usain Bolt."

"Bolt?"

Roy asked a question after some hesitation.

A slightly scrutinizing gaze swept over the mysterious young man in front of him, who had black hair and black eyes, a slender build, and deep features.

"You're Bolt? The Bolt I've met before."

Meeting Roy's scrutinizing gaze, the black-haired, black-eyed youth nodded:

"it's me."

"hehe......"

"Is it fun? Fica, you're saying he's Bolt? Do you think I'm blind?"

Roy chuckled twice, looking at Fica with a slightly annoyed tone.

"It really is him, boss!"

Fika gave a wry smile; he didn't know how to explain it to his boss.

But he really is Bolt.

Silently reciting a phrase to himself, Fica turned his pleading gaze back to Bolt, hoping he would demonstrate his face-changing skill once more.

But when he met Fica's pleading gaze, Bolt gently shook his head:

"I know what you're thinking, but I've already conveyed my thoughts to you, and I can't change them now."

"No way."

Fica's expression grew even uglier, and his bitter smile deepened.

After a long while, he looked at Roy and murmured a sentence:

"Boss, he really is Bolt... really, I'm not kidding you."

Listening to Fica's repeated emphasis and seeing his bitter expression, Roy couldn't help but waver.

Although he only had a short period of contact with Fica, judging from his personality, he didn't seem like a liar.

And setting aside the possibility that Fica is lying, what he said might not be untrue.

Thinking of this, Roy said to Bolt with a slightly hesitant and inquiring tone:

"Are you really Bolt?"

Borte nodded:

"Yes."

"Then how will you prove it?"

"How do you want me to prove it?"

Bolt kicked the question back.

"Hey...you're a bit arrogant, young man."

Crack!

Roy twisted his neck, moved his wrist, and looked at Bolt with slightly cold eyes.

That... the threat was quite obvious.

"well....."

Bolt sighed, as a pirate "gentleman".

He wasn't a reckless power-up user; he was neither particularly strong nor weak in close combat.

However, if they were to face the Zoldyck family, a renowned assassination clan, they would certainly be slightly inferior.