Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

"A game that will evoke your emotions..."

"A game you can't refuse..."

Licking his lips, Yumongaard's appetite, aroused by Fica, began to become somewhat uncontrollable.

But in order to enjoy even more delicious food later, it still managed to control itself with great willpower.

"Starting tomorrow, I will give you three days. Each day you must cast a vote to elect who will be my food for that day."

"Three days from now, I will spare the one of you who survives..."

As he spoke, Yumongard surveyed the entire room, his tone leaving no room for argument, and announced the start of this game.

Loy and the Kurta tribe, who were still unconscious, naturally had no objections, as did Fika, who was preoccupied with the worry that Loy had been seriously injured and unconscious by Yumongard.

The only one who felt the game was unsuitable, Saan, dared not refuse, and did not even show any sign of refusal or dissatisfaction.

Because he was afraid...

Just as Jumengaard said, he was afraid of death, extremely afraid of death, and extremely unwilling to die.

Now that it's difficult to compete with Jumongard in terms of raw power, choosing to play the game it has set is the only way to survive.

Now that this game exists, I have a glimmer of hope.

In the silence, Saan's mind raced, and within seconds he determined what was best for him.

Fight? Can't win? ...

run?

The vast ocean... he can't escape...

So the only chance he has left is to participate in the game designed by Jumongaard.

Even though he knew it was a poisoned sugar coating from Jumongaard, he had no choice but to eat it.

At least... they are much easier to deal with than Jumongad...

Slightly opening his eyes, Saen saw the figures of Fica, Roy, and the Kurta girl, and a sense of relief rose in his heart.

"Alright...you all should get some rest today and cherish these last precious moments of your lives..."

"After tomorrow..."

Yumongad didn't say the rest, but judging from its greedy and bloodthirsty expression, Fika and Saen could easily guess what its fate would be.

"What do we do... boss?"

Fika, who was a beat slow to react to Yumengaard's sudden announcement, finally came to his senses after seeing Yumengaard leave.

In the instant he came to his senses, he instinctively asked the unconscious Roy this question.

After asking the question, he realized he had made a foolish mistake.

The boss is already confused... how could he possibly answer his question?

"hehe...."

Fica gave a wry smile, his lips trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say...

"Nothing much, just follow the rules..."

Just as Fica was lost in confusion and bewilderment, a deep, calm voice came from behind him.

Following the sound, he saw Saen's brown hair and brown eyes.

In his eyes, Saan sat in the corner, his left hand on his knee, his right hand hanging in the air, his eyes closed as if resting, like a sculpture left behind in the ruins.

"Saen..."

Fica gazed at the familiar figure and called out softly.

"...You heard what it said, didn't you...? It wants us to vote...to choose who should be its food..."

"I heard you..."

Saen gave Fica an affirmative answer to his question, clearly and unambiguously giving him the answer and completely shattering his illusions.

"But this is still a good idea..."

"You should know that Yumongard is a creature from the Dark Continent. You may not understand what the Dark Continent means, but you should have a clear understanding of the fact that he can easily kill all of us."

"And this game it proposed, no matter the outcome, at least gives us one more day to live."

Saen looked directly into Roy's eyes with a deceptively confident gaze.

After answering Fica's question, San asked a question as well.

Who will you choose tomorrow?

"Who should we choose?"

Fica's gaze first fell on the unconscious Roy, then on the Kurta girl, and finally settled on Saen's face:

"I won't choose anyone..."

"Ha...you're so naive...ah..."

Before the last syllable of "ah" from Saen had even faded, he had already vanished from Fica's sight.

When he reappeared, he was already beside the unconscious Kuruta girl, and the silver-white blade of his dagger was pressed against her slender, fair neck.

"you.....!"

"What are you doing?!"

Fika looked at Saen, who had a dagger to the neck of the Kurta girl, and shouted a question...

"What are you doing? Haven't I made it obvious enough?"

Or perhaps...

"Does this make it easier for you to understand?"

Amidst the intermittent threats, Saen's dagger pressed closer to the delicate, fair neck of the Kurta girl, until it drew a bloody line across her neck.

"you.....!"

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"

Seeing that Saen's threatening actions were going further, Fica couldn't help but break down and start yelling.

But Saan didn't care much; he only ever cared about one thing: how to survive...

How can one survive by any means necessary...?

And threatening the lives of the Kuruta girls to force Fika to do as he wanted was part of his plan.

It is also an extremely important link.

No matter how it ends, at least in the first round, he has to survive...

As he pondered, he moved the dagger slightly away from the girls, no longer intending to provoke Fika.

Threats should be used in moderation; overly strong threats can trigger self-destructive tendencies, which would be detrimental.

This is just right.....

Seeing that Saen's dagger had moved slightly away, Fica's agitated emotions began to calm down, and his composed mind regained control.

"You want me to not choose you in tomorrow's voting, right?"

"clever."

Saen sheathed his dagger, praised Fika appreciatively, and continued:

"But what I want is for you not to choose me tomorrow... not to choose me the day after tomorrow, and not to choose me the day after that."

Fica's pupils contracted sharply:

"On what grounds?"

"If everyone chooses you, won't she still die anyway?!"

Fica pointed to the Kuruta girl lying limply on Saen's chest.

"certainly......"

Saen smiled.

"Didn't that monster say that only one of us can live...?"

"And I want to be the one who survives to the end..."

Fica was stunned for a moment; he didn't know what to say...

How can anyone take it for granted that they should live and others should die?

"The last one?"

"You really don't hold back..."

Fica's gaze darted back and forth between Roy and the Kurta girl, his heart filled with unease...

He didn't know who he should choose three days later...

Because no matter who is chosen, it seems like one of them will die.

Fortunately, he didn't have to witness that final scene...

He planned to die first in the first round...