Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

The flags on the Ogilvy fluttered in the sea breeze, and the moonlight, obscured by clouds, flickered.

In the interplay of light and shadow, two people with identical white hair... no, they should be called two monsters, staring at each other.

Their eyes held no human emotions, only a cruel gaze of predator and prey.

"You still don't seem to understand?"

With a keen interest, Yumongaard took another look at Roy and calmly uttered a few words.

"Don't you understand? What do you understand?... "

"Do you understand... how to eat you?"

A certain inexplicable aura suddenly emerged, accompanied by the words "I'll eat you" in Loissen's cold tone.

Overwhelmed by this aura, Fika, standing beside him, unconsciously took two steps back, as if the person standing next to him was not a person but some kind of ferocious creature.

"Hehe...hehe...haha...haha..."

Yumengaard first smiled slightly, then burst into laughter, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke.

"really....."

"You're the same..."

After a while, Yumongard's smile gradually faded, and he declared with certainty a certain quality about Roy.

"But...you're not mature enough, and you're not strong enough..."

despair!

With a soft sound, Yumongaard instantly traversed a distance of a hundred paces, appearing less than a millimeter away from Roy.

The distance was so close that Roy could even breathe in the stale air exhaled by Yumongard.

"Respect the strong! That is the first lesson you must learn."

boom!

With a loud bang, Yumongaard's right fist slammed into Roy's abdomen, the fist denting half a foot deep. The explosive force rippled out from the point of contact, like a bomb exploding inside his stomach.

A sudden, intense pain shot up from his chest and abdomen, burning his entire body like fire. Stimulated by such intense pain, Roy let out a howl that sounded neither human nor like that of a wild beast.

"Yes, that's it. For those stronger than you, pain and groans are the rules of your survival... Understand?"

Snapped!

Hearing Roy's howling, Yumongard patted Roy's head with satisfaction.

The way it was handled didn't seem like it was treating its own kind; it was more like a human treating a pet.

There was an indescribable contempt in his eyes.

Its pale golden eyes looked down at the short, curled-up Roy with an expressionless gaze.

Hiss... hiss...

Large beads of sweat streamed down his temples. Suppressing the searing pain in his chest, which felt as if a branding iron was burning from his skin to his bones, Roy gasped a few times, slowly straightening his body, his cold and ruthless gaze fixed on Yumongard:

"I will definitely eat you... I definitely will!"

"Oh.....!"

After a soft chuckle...

Boom!

Like a battering ram, a punch landed on Roy's temple. The immense force sent him flying, tracing a messy, out-of-control arc in the air before he crashed heavily onto the deck, leaving a half-meter-long bloody mark.

"A cub without fangs...do not provoke a hunter stronger than you..."

Yumongard stood still, his long white hair fluttering in the breeze, his bare feet on the deck, his right hand in a fist-pumping stance, his pale golden vertical pupils looking at Roy with no sympathy, no pity, no anger...

He only had a faint expression, as if he were looking at an ant.

Loy, a prey, has seen far too many of these things in its long life.

Biting, non-biting, barking, silent, standing, lying down.

In the end, they'll all be the same; they'll all just become its food...

"Boss!"

Fika's voice came from afar, somewhat hoarse, somewhat strained, and somewhat like crying.

He came running over, shouting loudly.

Yumongad did not stop him; it merely turned its head slightly, its pale golden pupils gazing greedily at Fika, its face displaying an expression akin to savoring a gourmet meal.

Like a gourmet sniffing a dish about to be served, it sensed the aroma of emotion emanating from Fica.

It was the worry, fear, sadness, and despair emanating from Fika.

In Jumongard's perception, these emotions are not invisible; they have color.

Worry is gray, fear is dark red, sadness is transparent, and despair is purple.

These emotions are now seeping from every pore of Fika's body, forming a thin, invisible, mist-like layer around him.

His nostrils flared slightly.

Those invisible "mist" are inhaled into the lungs, just like cigarette smoke is inhaled into the lung lobes.

A sense of satisfaction filled my heart.

"What a great mood..."

With a slight upturn of his lips, Yumongaard couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion, and his expression began to soften and become harmless.

"Worry, fear, sadness, despair... these emotions are so beautiful, so intense..."

It stretched out its right hand, fingers spread, towards Fica... and grasped it tightly...

That wasn't about capturing Fika; it was about him sensing something.

The fingertips trembled slightly, and an invisible force pulled at those unseen emotional "mist".

Let them entwine, coalesce... and finally be absorbed and devoured by it like a sponge.

"It tastes good..."

After absorbing some of the emotions overflowing from Fica, Yumongard murmured to himself.

As it whispered, its gaze shifted to the left, taking in Saen, who was leaning against the corner.

The moment Saen came into its sight, it felt a sense of unease...

This human... how come they only have one emotion...?

The flavor is so one-dimensional that it can hardly be considered delicious...

As it gazed from afar, Yumongard's pale gold vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a few unfriendly words escaped its lips:

"No anger..."

"There is no despair...no resentment..."

"Only the most primal, instinctive, insect-like fear of death."

Yumengaard's lips curled up slightly, but it wasn't a smile; it was a mockery.

"Do you know where your feeling ranks among all the foods I've ever tasted?"

Saen did not answer.

His eyes were still closed, his left hand was still on his knee, his right hand was still hanging in the air, his breathing was still steady, and his heartbeat was still normal.

But his right hand... the hand still holding the dagger... was trembling slightly.

It's not fear, it's endurance.

I resisted the urge to chase after him, and I resisted the urge to look back...

"Last place".

Jummongaard's voice was flat and indifferent, as if he were announcing an insignificant match result.

"Compared to those who struggle in despair, grow stronger in retreat, and are brave in cowardice, your deliciousness is simply negligible."

"Fear of death is a single emotion, an instinct, like pulling your hand back when you put it on fire. It's not courage or cowardice, it's a reflex."

"It is the cheapest and most worthless survival mechanism for humankind."

"It's also one of the flavors I absolutely dislike..."

"So... I've decided to play a game with you guys..."