Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

Just as Saen was immersed in his own world, the two corpses of Yumungard behind him began to undergo earth-shattering changes.

The once burly male Zett and the red-haired female Eileen's corpses instantly disintegrated, and countless tiny white fleshy threads shot into the sky, intertwining with each other like dark clouds.

These actions were all carried out silently, and no one at the scene, except for Roy lying in a pool of blood, saw them.

Is something about to happen again?

His silver-gray pupils widened slightly, and an ominous premonition once again enveloped Roy's heart.

An inexplicable intuition told him that Yumungad might be resurrected again, in a different state than before.

Roy's intuition was correct; a few seconds later, a completely new Yumongard appeared on the spot.

His hair and beard were all white, his face was handsome, he had a pair of light golden eyes, and a faint smile was on his face.

Its hair is white, its eyebrows are white, and its fur is white, but not the grayish-white of an old person. It is the white of snow, the white of the moon, the pure white without any impurities, like the fur of a newborn snow rabbit.

Long, white hair cascaded down to his eyes and brows, gleaming silvery-white in the moonlight. Beneath the silvery-white was a handsome face, soft and gentle, like a Renaissance sculpture.

Her brow bone was neither too high nor too low, her nose bridge neither too thick nor too thin, and her lips neither too thin nor too thick. All the lines were just right; any more or less would be too much or too little.

Following its sculpted face downwards, a white robe, a robe with intricate, enigmatic patterns resembling inscriptions, draped over Yomungard's entire body.

This strange robe hangs from the shoulders to the ankles, without a belt or buttons, just a single piece of cloth, like the retro robes worn by ancient Greek philosophers and Renaissance poets.

Beneath the long robe, a pair of bare feet stood silently on the deck.

If you look closely, you can even see a resemblance to Usain Bolt on that sculpted, handsome face.

It's not that their facial features are similar, but that their temperaments are similar.

It's the sadness between her brows, the faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and the helplessness in her eyes that sees through everything yet feels powerless.

These........

They're all Bolts.

He was the bard who leaned against the bulkhead playing the harmonica, the man who, on his deathbed, plunged the last needle into Yumungard's heart.

Just then, Yumongard's white figure turned his head slightly, his pale golden pupils looking towards where he was lying.

Shhh........

He gently held his middle finger to his lips, a silent warning to Roy.

Thump! Thump! ...Thump! Thump! Thump! ...Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Roy's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The heart in my chest pounded violently, like a runaway engine, its speed fluctuating wildly, the pistons thrashing wildly in the cylinders, the connecting rods trembling on the verge of breaking, and the whole machine could fall apart at any moment.

A feeling of panic and palpitations surged from his chest, as if an invisible hand had reached into his chest cavity, gripped his heart, squeezed it, then released it, squeezed it, then released it, making it hard for him to breathe.

His vision began to darken and his field of vision began to shrink.

Countless dark spots, like ink stains, spread from the edge of his vision toward the center, gradually engulfing his sight.

This won't do... I'll die...

die?!

Am I going to die?

...........

After giving Roy a warning look, Yumongard slowly turned his head and looked at Saen in front of him with great interest.

A mocking expression appeared on its face.

This person seems quite interesting... cowardly, selfish, and twisted... kind of like us.

hiss......

Unconsciously, Yumongad licked his lips, fragments of Bolt's memories of Saen flashing through his mind, and a strong desire welled up in his heart.

It wants to eat him, and it will eat him now. Humans with complex, dark emotions are their favorite delicacy.

But not yet...

It can be made even more delicious.....

Yumongard's pupils blinked like the compound eyes of a spider, the pale gold pupils shattering into hundreds of lenses, each reflecting Saen's pale face, before instantly piecing themselves back together.

Suddenly, Saen turned around, a sense of extreme danger making him turn around.

hum...

Unfortunately, he heard a soft sound but saw nothing.

The Jumongard who was standing behind him had completely disappeared, along with Roy...

What happened?

Looking behind him, he saw only emptiness; there was no one as he had anticipated, nor any danger.

A hint of doubt arose in Saen's mind.

Unconsciously, his gaze began to shift to the left, looking at the location where the two Yumongard bodies had been before...

It's gone?!

Why is it gone?!

His gaze swept over the spot where he had been standing, and the empty scene reflected in his brown eyes, making him even more puzzled.

And an indescribable unease.

Without needing to think too much or guess, he immediately understood that Yumungad must have been resurrected.

These undead monsters from the edge of the dark continent always manage to display extraordinary abilities unexpectedly.

Throughout the centuries of history of the Seven Seas Alliance's battles against these monsters, the alliance has never recorded itself as being "defeated."

They will only be temporarily suppressed, sealed, or expelled...

Then, on their next voyage, they will return in a stronger form, with a more bizarre posture, and in an even more incomprehensible manner.

Whenever the alliance thinks it has found their weakness...

They will grow armor on that weak point again... as if they are evolving...

Over the centuries... the Seven Seas Alliance's battles with these monsters...

There was no victory...

Only ever more devastating consequences...

Without exception!

Naturally... this time is no exception.

So... something else has happened in Jumongard that I don't know about?

No, that's not right, it should be evolution...

Saen's right corner of his mouth twitched slightly, revealing a wry smile.

With his Nen abilities sealed, he didn't think he would have a second chance to survive in Yumongard's hands.

"hehe....."

"Looks like I'm definitely going to die this time..."

"You all agree, right, Kane, Bolt?"

Under the cover of night, on the vast, dark sea, on the second deck of the massive Ogley.

Saen gazed into the depths of darkness, his eyes piercing through the moonlight, the sea breeze, and the slowly dissipating grayish-white powder, landing on some unseen place that only he could see.

There stood two people... one was Bolt with black hair and black eyes, and the other was Kane with red hair and brown eyes.

In the darkness that Saan gazed into, a small, slender white figure moved swiftly, searching...