Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

A flash of impatience crossed his eyes, and Yumongaard lifted Roy up like a chick.

A pair of cold eyes took in his current state.

Silver-gray, lifeless pupils, a pale, bloodless face, and mechanical punches.

All of these things revealed the weakness of the white-haired boy in front of him.

"What are you doing...?"

A look of disgust crossed Yumongad's face. He muttered something under his breath and casually tossed Roy aside like trash.

"Food without emotion has no nutritional value..."

boom!

The boy, who was flying in the air, crashed into several safety signs before falling heavily to the ground with a thud.

The dull thud sounded particularly loud in the quiet corridor.

"Don't get up again... while I'm still in a good mood."

Yumongad's pale gold vertical pupils gave Roy a warning look.

But now, under the subconscious hypnosis of the needle, Roy completely ignored the warning. Without pausing for a moment, he got up, twisted his broken body, and charged towards Yumongard again with a blank expression... mindless, reckless, and mechanical!

boom!

Another dull thud.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew higher and higher... higher and higher... until it crashed into the bulkhead at the end of the corridor.

The immense impact dented the bulkhead, embedding a human-shaped object within it.

"They really won't listen to advice..."

Standing motionless, Yumongard touched his forehead in embarrassment, a look of impatience and danger beginning to appear on his face.

Thump...thump!

Struggling to pull his arms free from the bulkhead, Roy braced himself and stood up...

Click!

Just then... his arm dislocated when he suddenly exerted force.

"Um?"

He glanced almost imperceptibly at his elbows and tried to move them.

Aside from the pain... it has no other effects...

But if Roy were awake, he probably wouldn't be able to resist complaining that you can bend your wrist outwards at a 90-degree angle and have a bulge in the middle of your forearm and call that having no effect...

Those fractures might just be everyday wear and tear, commonplace minor ailments.

Unfortunately... he can see, hear, and sense things, but he can't control or think.

Despite his condition, he still managed to stand up.

His movements were stiff, his eyes were vacant, like a puppet being manipulated by strings.

The thought needle deeply embedded in his subconscious is constantly influencing and manipulating his thoughts:

"I can't die... I can't die... I can't die..."

Yumongaard shook his head, his silvery-white pupils reflecting the unsteady figure of Roy approaching.

Its expression was as if it had just eaten a pile of poop, like it was constipated.

"You've successfully spoiled my mood..."

Tap... Tap...

With her smooth, white bare feet lightly touching the floor, Yumongard slowly walked towards Loy.

Its every step is neither hurried nor slow, but rather rhythmic and regular.

In the dim and quiet corridor, two white figures, one large and one small, slowly approached each other.

The shorter and thinner one swayed unsteadily, while the taller one remained steady and composed.

Before long... the two of them crossed dozens of steps and came to a position less than half an arm's length away from each other.

The instant he arrived, Roy's fist, bent at nearly ninety degrees, slammed towards Yumongard.

Although his elbow was broken, his strength did not diminish, and his punches were still incredibly powerful.

That's enough.

Click.

Yumongaard gave a curt rebuke, pressed his five fingers onto Roy's arm, and then, with a pull and a tug, dislocated Roy's arm.

The dislocated arm hung limply, and the white-haired boy didn't even let out a scream...

He just paused for a moment, like a malfunctioning machine, and then clenched his other fist and swung it over.

“…………”

Yumengaard's expression finally changed; it was no longer annoyance, but something colder.

He released Roy's arm, took a half step back, and watched the boy lose his balance and stagger forward.

She raised her hand and pressed a finger against his forehead.

"Your soul... is empty."

Pfft...

With a slight flick of his fingertips, Yumongaard struck Roy squarely between the eyebrows, sending out a pale white needle as thin as a hair.

A thin white needle traced a straight line, struck the bulkhead behind Roy, made a soft sound, and then vanished without a trace, like melting snow.

Just as the white needle was ejected by Yumongard, Roy completely lost consciousness and fell backward without any warning.

Bang! ...

The back of his head hit the floor, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Roy's body bounced almost imperceptibly twice, and then gradually stopped moving.

This time he didn't stand up again. He lay there unconscious, his silvery-white eyes blank and lifeless as he stared at the ceiling. His lips seemed to open and close as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

He hasn't fully recovered from being controlled by the mind-control needles yet...

Yumengaard lowered his eyes for a few seconds, then suddenly squatted down.

Long, slender fingers brushed aside the stray hairs on Roy's forehead, revealing his completely unfocused eyes.

There was no fear, no anger, no resentment in those eyes... nothing at all.

Like two glass beads whose luster has been completely worn away.

"Tsk."

Yumongaard withdrew his hand, stood up, and walked into the depths of the corridor without looking back.

His voice echoed faintly in the empty space:

"It's just an empty shell...a waste of my time."

Behind him, Roy's fingers twitched slightly.

But he never got up again.

The pitch-black night fell upon the boy's curled-up body.

The shattered signs on the bulkhead were scattered all over the floor, reflecting a silvery-white light.

The sea breeze poured in through the broken porthole, ruffling his disheveled white hair and revealing his pale, almost translucent face.

At this moment... silence.

Only the distant sound of Yumungard's footsteps could be heard, growing fainter and fainter until they finally vanished completely into the darkness.

As the sounds in his ears gradually faded away, Roy's previously lifeless eyes began to brighten.

call.....

The white-haired boy exhaled a breath of stale air, and his empty eyes regained their vitality.

That was close.....

It was so close... so close... that it was discovered.

Luo Yi moved her fingers with lingering fear, feeling incredibly fortunate for her acting skills just now.

In fact, he had already woken up when the needle was struck by Yumongard.

But in order not to provoke Jumongard, he pretended to be listless as before.

Thanks to his exceptional acting skills, he miraculously survived the monster's clutches...

Or rather, it wasn't a fluke, but rather that Jumongaard intentionally let him go...

Recalling Jummongaard's series of actions just now: broken hand, broken arm, flicked eyebrow...

It seems cruel, but none of its moves are actually lethal.

So... it never intended to kill?

Huff... Huff... Huff...!

Despite the excruciating pain from her broken arms, Roy slowly propped herself up and sat up, panting.