Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"My name is Bolt, and I'm not lying to you about that."

The handsome young man with black hair and black eyes turned to look at Fica:

"But besides being a bard, I am also a pirate."

"pirate?"

Roy exclaimed in surprise.

"That's right, pirates, the Seven Seas Netherworld Pirates, great pirates who traverse the seven seas and the twelve countries of the five continents."

Are there pirates in the Hunter x Hunter world? I don't remember.

Roy looked at Bolt with a somewhat blank expression:

"You guys are so famous? How come I've never heard of you?"

Of course you haven't heard of us, because everyone who saw us is dead.

Bolt thought to himself, but kept a straight face:

"This...maybe the authorities are intentionally blocking information because they think we're connected to the Dark Continent."

The Dark Continent? Is the plot moving this fast? I haven't even unlocked my abilities yet, and I'm already going to encounter the Dark Continent.

That's just a bluff.

Luo Yi's lips twitched, and he forced a smile, suppressing his discomfort.

"Brother Bolt... are you talking about... that Dark Continent I know?"

"If there isn't a second one, then it should be."

Bolt brushed a stray hair from his forehead and replied calmly.

"Holy crap!"

Roy yelled and rushed back to the hatch, shouting as he went:

"Fika, good luck to you. I'm outta here."

Damn it, I can't get involved in the Dark Continent stuff.

You should know that in the entire Hunter x Hunter world, the number of people who have gone there and come back alive can be counted on one hand.

Netero counts as one, By-Yangde counts as one, and Kim counts as half.

The rest...the bodies weren't brought back.

Moreover, nothing or no one related to the Dark Continent is simple.

Pap, the human-raising beast who silently caused widespread death while chanting "exchanging happiness for life."

What is the hellish bell of the two-tailed snake that uses humans as "bait" and spreads murderous intent?

What is Zobaai, the "immortal disease" that causes unbearable suffering but is worse than death?

.......

Each of these is a global catastrophe.

By the way... these things are basically equivalent to the V5 Group of the United Nations, which has also defined them as the five untouchable and unsolvable catastrophes for humanity.

And there are many more such disasters on the Dark Continent... many more, each one a natural calamity.

With my current small size, I'd probably be doomed just by looking at the Dark Continent, let alone making contact with it.

"It's better for me to die than for you, my friend!"

Roy ran to the door, muttering to himself as he reached out and grabbed the gray round handle, preparing to squeeze in.

But... just as his right foot stepped over the door frame, his collar was grabbed by an inexplicable force.

It wasn't Bolt who made the move; the man was still standing there, hands in his pockets, his expression unchanged.

What held Roy back was the door frame itself.

To be precise, it was the thin, almost invisible layer of light blue aura on the door frame.

Roy's feet continued to move forward, but his body remained completely still.

It was as if an invisible hand was pulling him from behind, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

"Let go." Roy's voice turned serious.

"I won't let go." Bolt's voice came from behind, as calmly as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.

Why are you running?

"Why would I run away?"

Roy turned his head, and his Zoldyck-signature cold face was now filled with "Are you sick?"

"The Dark Continent! That's a place even my old man doesn't want to mention!"

He tugged hard at the back of his collar, but his spiritual energy remained completely still.

"I'm just a nobody who hasn't even opened my mind yet, and I'm only twelve years old. Killing someone is already beyond my capabilities. Dark Continent... I'll fucking go to Dark Continent."

Bolt looked at him, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Um... I mean, even if you run back, where can you run to?"

"Now, the entire Augley, including the captain, has 3,785 people on board. Now, only a few of us are left. Without anyone to steer the ship, where can you run off to?"

"Jump into the sea?"

Roy paused for a moment.

"What did you say?"

"I said that since no one is sailing the boat, nobody can leave."

"That's not it."

"Even if you run back, where can you run to?"

"It's not this either..."

Roy's voice suddenly turned cold.

"What is that?"

Bolt walked over, gently touched the back of his collar, and whispered:

"The face of all things, revealed!"

With a low shout, the light blue Nen energy binding Roy to the doorframe disappeared...

"I'm asking about what you said about only being left out of 3,785 people..."

Is it true?

Roy's tone was calm and hesitant, but his expression grew increasingly serious and indifferent.

"certainly......"

Bolt failed to detect the emotion in Roy's words and replied calmly.

"Do you know who did it?"

Loy, standing behind the door frame, did not turn around.

"Is this question important?"

Only then did Bolt realize that something was wrong with Roy.

Could it be... that he cares about this a lot?

As his thoughts raced, Bolt caught sight of Roy's unconsciously clenched fist.

"Of course it's important, at least it's important to me."

*Thud*...

Roy slowly turned around, placed her hands on her forehead, and pushed her long, white hair back.

A broad, bright forehead was revealed.

Beneath his forehead, his silver-gray pupils gradually turned red, becoming somewhat terrifying and chilling.

If Silva were here, he would know that this was a sign that Roy was truly enraged, and also... a sign that he was capable of leaving that wound.

"You know..."

Roy's voice wasn't loud, but every word was spoken clearly.

"When I boarded the ship, I saw those people living at the very bottom of society... three or five people crammed into a room of less than five square meters, and they had to greet each other when they turned over."

"Their children are as thin as sticks, with frighteningly large eyes, and their bellies are as flat as leaking balloons because they are often malnourished."

Bolt remained silent.

"They themselves were even more...so thin they were just skin and bones, their faces, though forty, looked like they were sixty; countless wrinkles weren't natural, but were etched by the sun, the sea breeze, and poverty, one stroke at a time; their dark, hollow eyes saw no light, no hope..."

At this point, Roy paused for a moment before continuing:

"But they still gritted their teeth, swallowed their tears, and used their last breath, their last drop of blood, their last bit of dignity... to live on..."

"Just existing"

"But now you're telling me...?"

"They're all dead?!?"

"Why?!"

boom!

Roy took a step forward, his right foot unconsciously leaving a deep dent in the iron plate.

"From a young age, I endured life-or-death struggles, torture, and hardship in the Zoldyck family, all in order to survive!"

"It seems I was born a Zoldyck, and this is how it should be. I've even hypnotized myself into believing it's just how it should be!"

"But I know it shouldn't be like this, and the world shouldn't be like this."

"Why do those people who struggle so hard just to live suddenly disappear like that? Is life the last thing they had?"

"But why... must you even take this away!"

Roy looked up, his silver-gray and dark red eyes fixed on Bolt.

Tell me who did it!

"Monster? You? Or who?"