Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Waaah...

After a muffled groan.

Red and white mist began to rise from beside the blond man's body, swirling around him.

In the center of the fog, two hazy figures intertwined and twisted together.

Under the dim moonlight, a slightly eerie atmosphere was created.

A moment later...

Tap tap.....

Accompanied by the clear clatter of high heels, a slender and delicate figure slowly emerged from the thick fog.

The figure was exceptionally graceful and alluring, holding a crimson whip and displaying a cold expression.

Following closely behind her was another burly figure.

As they emerged completely from the fog, the red and white, swirling mist dissipated.

"Zete".

The red-haired woman turned her head, glanced at the burly figure beside her, and uttered two words.

The sound was neither loud nor soft, like a pebble sliding across ice, carrying an indescribable coldness.

"Eileen".

The burly man looked back at her, his voice low and deep, like muffled thunder rolling in from afar.

Moonlight fell between the two of them.

One held a long, crimson whip, his expression as cold as frost.

One was unarmed and silent as a mountain.

They looked at each other, like looking in a mirror... yet not quite.

..........

"Two Nen users...this is a bit tricky."

On the second deck, Roy, squatting next to Fica, kept thinking about how to deal with Bolt and Saen.

But he didn't show it on his face. He lowered his eyes, as if he was in a daze, and looked quiet and honest.

"Boss, what's the next step?"

The red-haired boy, Fica, gently touched Roy's arm:

"Judging from what they just said, is some monster from the Dark Continent coming?"

Do you believe me?

Roy didn't answer Fica's question. His indifferent gaze lingered on Saen and Bolt for a few seconds before he turned back to Fica and asked a trivial question.

"What's wrong, boss? Why do you ask that?"

"I definitely believe you."

Rustling sounds...

Fica moved closer to Roy, getting even closer to him.

"Yeah?"

A flash of dark red crossed Roy's eyes as he stared into Fica's brown pupils and asked a question.

His voice was calm and gentle, yet it carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, like the calm before the storm.

Hearing such a voice, Fikamo felt a chill run down his spine, and his relaxed state of mind became more alert.

He didn't know what was wrong with his boss, but judging from the attitude in his eyes, this question was definitely not a simple inquiry.

There must be some parts he doesn't know about.

But Fika doesn't understand these things, and he doesn't want to know.

He is a relatively simple person. Once he has acknowledged Roy as his leader, he will unconditionally give him his trust.

After all, he was the one Roy saved.

"I believe you, boss!"

The red-haired boy met Roy's scrutinizing gaze and nodded heavily.

"good......"

With a curt reply, Roy shifted his gaze from Fica to the direction of the deck hatch.

A strange intuition told him that something was coming.

"Zoldyck's white-haired kid, get ready."

A stern and indifferent voice suddenly came from in front of Roy.

Looking in the direction of the sound, it was coming from Saen, who was leaning against the bulkhead.

However, he was no longer the frivolous man he had been before. His expression was solemn and tense. He held a silver dagger in his palm and bent over slightly, facing the cabin door.

Behind him, Bolt, who had recovered some of his Nen after absorbing the light blue Nen energy from the door frame, also looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Boss, what happened?"

Fica, sitting next to Roy, was puzzled by the serious expressions on Saen and Bolt's faces.

call......

Taking a deep breath and gathering all his strength, Roy focused intently on the front and said:

"The monster is coming."

monster?

What monster? ...Is it the monster from the Dark Continent they were talking about?

Fica was filled with doubts. He had never heard of the Dark Continent, nor had he ever seen any monsters.

So he had no idea how powerful and terrifying the monster Bolt and the others were talking about really was.

But judging from the solemn attitudes of Roy and Bolt...

This monster is definitely extraordinary; at the very least, it poses a great danger.

Danger?

Subconsciously, Fika repeated those two words to himself twice. His wandering eyes glanced at the Kurta girl, and a sense of worry crept into his heart.

Is her current condition very dangerous?

If a monster comes, should I help the boss first, or save her first?

"What, worried about her?"

Roy, who was standing next to the red-haired boy, seemed to have seen through Fica's thoughts and asked a question softly.

"No...no..."

Fica shook his head and replied hesitantly.

His answer was no, but his gaze did not leave the pale face of the Kuruta girl.

"It's okay. When that thing comes, just drag her behind me to avoid it."

Taking in the red-haired boy's awkward demeanor, Roy casually gave him a brief instruction, his voice neither loud nor soft, as if he were instructing him on something utterly mundane.

There was no teasing or sarcasm in that voice, only a very faint, almost casual concern.

It was as if the monster about to pour out of the hatch was just a slightly stronger gust of wind, which could be easily blocked and then passed.

Fika froze, her lips parted as if to say thank you, but then felt that thank you was too weak, and the words stuck in her throat, turning into a muffled "hmm".

Roy didn't look at him again.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the shimmering, mottled moonlight reflected on the iron plate.

My thoughts drifted for a moment.

Isn't that how youth is for teenagers?

A sense of melancholy rose in Luo Yi's heart, only to be quickly dispelled by him.

He was the same in his past life: naive, sincere, and awkward.

Therefore, his ending was not good.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Loy tapped his fingertips lightly on his knee and slowly raised his head.

Moonlight spilled onto his profile, illuminating his silver-gray eyes, which had regained their calm and indifferent expression.

"Who will be run over by this out-of-control Ogilvy train?"

"Hehe...hehe..."

Thinking of something so enjoyable, Roy couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hearing Roy's flippant laughter, Saen, who was standing in front waiting for the battle, asked in a somewhat irritated tone.

He always felt that the white-haired boy behind him was up to no good.

"What? Can't I laugh?"

Roy tilted his head, the smile on his lips not fading, his silver-gray eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.

Saen frowned, and the hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

He was now absolutely certain that the Zoldyck kid would not stay there quietly.

They'll definitely cause trouble.

"Bolt..."

Saen called out in a deep voice to the black-haired, black-eyed youth not far away.