Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"That's right."

The blond man, Zet, and the red-haired woman, Eileen, responded in unison once again, their voices in perfect harmony resembling a beautiful duet.

"But you humans are strange; there's always a few special ones that pop up in a pile of food..."

"Like you and him... or the two of us we devoured."

Yumongard, who had the faces of a blond man named Zet and a red-haired woman named Irene, said something with a slightly surprised tone.

"special?"

Bolt repeated the sentence unconsciously, a hint of mockery and anger rising in his eyes.

When did humans become food for these monsters? When did Nen users become just special food for them? When did they become so shameless?

This subservient attitude towards humanity...it's truly infuriating!

"Hehe...hehe..."

He covered his cheek with his right hand and chuckled softly. His whole body began to tremble slightly, and an indescribable aura swept out from Bolt, enveloping the entire second deck.

"It seems we've been underestimated."

"You agree, right, Saan?"

"Ah...yes, I was underestimated."

Saen, holding a dagger, stood silently beside Bolt, his once wide eyes now narrowed to slits, revealing an ominous, cold glint.

From the depths of the ocean, on the edge of darkness, the two members of the Seven Seas Netherworld Thieves began to reveal their extraordinary aura for the first time.

Is this their true nature?

Luo Yi, who was behind the two, looked at the two people in front of him whose aura had changed drastically, and his pupils shrank slightly.

A killer's intuition told him that these two were completely different from before; something deep inside them had surfaced.

It's not a change from "stillness" to "movement," but more like a change from "like a human" to "not a human," like... a hunter in nature who has shed its disguise.

Like a praying mantis lying in a pile of dead leaves suddenly opening its sickle, or a snake coiled on a branch finally flicking its tongue.

The part that belongs to humanity begins to fade away, while the part that belongs to the law of the jungle begins to awaken.

And this kind of thing... Roy is very familiar with it...

That's the posture of a hunter.

hiss......!

A hissing sound suddenly exploded throughout the venue.

With his black hair and black eyes, Bolt launched the first attack.

The light blue aura at the fingertips split into hundreds and thousands of tiny particles of light in the blink of an eye.

Each particle of light is only the size of a grain of rice, emitting a cold white light without any temperature... and each one is pointed in a different direction.

"Disperse!..."

Bolt uttered a few words and twitched his finger slightly.

Countless particles of light, shimmering with a pale blue glow, shot out from his fingertips, tracing dense, intersecting paths in the air.

Like a net of light woven in an instant, a meteor shower falling from the sky, accompanied by a high-speed spinning buzzing sound...

Suddenly... it fell!

The speed is as fast as the Milky Way.

This is not an exaggeration, but a fact.

It's only a few dozen steps from Bolt to Zet and Irene's location.

But the time it takes for those light particles to travel that distance is so short that Roy's eyeballs don't even have time to complete a full focus.

He only saw Bolt's fingers move slightly, not flick, but pluck, like plucking a string or parting the duckweed on the water's surface...

Then the light came on.

The entire corridor was illuminated.

"The Face of All Things, A Brilliant Galaxy"

Bolt murmured aloud as his right index finger traced an unknown path through the air.

Accompanied by his indifferent and flat voice, countless particles of light extended and connected on Zet and Eileen's bodies, forming an extremely thin, light blue light film on their skin.

Then... the light membrane began to shrink, like a net catching fish slowly closing its mouth.

The light membrane first converges from their shoulders toward their chest, then from their hips toward their waist and abdomen, and finally from the ends of their limbs toward the core of their torso.

With each inch it shrank, the light membrane shone brighter, and the sense of danger intensified.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe two or three seconds, maybe just a moment.

Before Yumongard, who was wearing the faces of the blond man Zet and the red-haired woman Irene, could react,

These particles of light... exploded!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

A deafening roar shattered the silence.

Then a white light that swallowed up all sound and color, a pure, all-pervasive, pure white light, instantly filled every inch of space around the blond man Zet and the red-haired woman Irene.

Then......

The white light shattered...

It didn't go out, it shattered, like a giant mirror falling from the sky, smashing onto an iron plate, and breaking into countless pieces.

The fragments spun, tumbled, and fell through the air, each one reflecting the moonlight, each one reflecting the two human figures at the end of the corridor...

No, they are no longer humanoid.

After the white light faded, the thing standing in front of Bolt and Saan no longer had a human outline.

Their faces vanished completely, leaving only blurry, grayish-white, featureless fleshy noodles on those two exquisitely realistic faces.

The meat noodles are covered with fine, root-like patterns.

A thick, green liquid seeped from the cracks in the metal, dripping down and hissing as it hit the iron plate.

Their bodies are changing too; their clothes are being blown apart, their skin is being torn... if you can still call that skin.

But their standing posture remained unchanged.

They stood straight as before, like two stakes driven into an iron plate, standing stiff and rigid.

Bolt's "thought" tore apart their disguise, tore apart their clothes, tore apart their skin...

But they weren't torn apart.

They are still alive...

Roy's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He clenched his right hand tightly and took a small step back, almost as if in a stress response.

A voice from the depths of his heart told him... Run!

Run immediately!! Right now!!

This is an instinctive reaction to a predator at the top of the food chain, like a mouse seeing a cat or a rabbit seeing an eagle.

But Roy... didn't run away.

He simply crouched even lower, like a compressed spring, pressing all his unease and fear into his muscles, into his bones, into the space between each heartbeat.

Then... he raised his head, his silver-gray eyes fixed on the two humanoid figures, and slowly said:

"They are not dead yet."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Bolt's right hand remained in a position with his five fingers spread out, the tips of his fingers broken into numerous notches.

Pale blue spiritual energy and tiny beads of blood seeped intermittently from his fingertips.

Like a clogged water pipe, drop by drop, drop by drop.

His face was as white as paper, his lips were bloodless, and sweat dripped down his cheeks, staining his collar and leaving small, dark patches.

"I know."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I didn't expect to be able to kill them so easily."