Hunter x Hunter: The Strongest Zoldyck

He repeated the sentence in a low voice, feeling that the pronunciation was somewhat familiar, somewhat similar to the chain killer in his memory... Kurapika.

They...could they be related?

While pondering, Roy took another careful look at the Kurta girl in front of him.

The more I looked at him, the more he resembled the Kuluta boy I remembered.

The same short, golden hair with slightly upturned ends, the same delicate and fair face, and the same signature long staff and short sword, and a name with a similar pronunciation.

Could she be Kurapika's sister?

No, that's not right. Given the current timeline, it could also be the older sister...

Roy's ambiguous gaze made Serapika feel somewhat uncomfortable.

What does it mean that he looks at me like that?

Is there something wrong with me?

Serapika looked around at herself, but couldn't figure it out.

There's nothing particularly special about me...

Is there anything I haven't noticed?

Blinking, the girl turned her gaze to Roy:

"Um... is there something strange about me?"

"Uh-huh?!"

Roy was initially surprised that the girl asked such a question, then realized that he had been staring at her for a while, and had even been a little impolite.

"No...no...I just think you look a bit like someone I know...sorry."

Roy scratched his head dismissively and chuckled awkwardly.

However, they do look alike... Is it because they are both from the Kurta tribe?

Turning his head to pull himself out of his thoughts, Roy looked at the pool of flesh not far away, pondering something more important.

Yumengaard was killed, but that doesn't mean the matter is over.

Now he faces at least two life-or-death questions: one concerning Jumongard's resurrection ability, and the other about how they will escape this vast ocean.

After all, he couldn't drive a boat, and Fica and the girl from the Kurta tribe probably couldn't either.

Without resolving these two issues, in this boundless ocean, their ultimate fate will likely be nothing more than hanging themselves from a tree in the southeast.

Of course, it would be great if we could find some kind of radio or something...

A glimmer of light flashed in Roy's silver-gray pupils as he recalled the scene from his previous life's Hunter x Hunter storyline where Gon was banished to Gunkanjima after taking the Hunter Exam.

During that brutal trial, they seemed to be connected to the outside world only via radio...

Our ship is also a steamship, so it should have radio too...

Fragments of memories about that trial flashed by. Roy thought of the possibility of the radio, temporarily setting aside his second worry and focusing on dealing with the trouble at hand...

Focusing intently on the pile of grayish-white minced meat in front of him...

Throw it into the sea?

Roy's gaze lingered between the deck and the sea, a hint of interest in his eyes.

But... given its recovery speed... if I threw it into the sea, who knows, a fully-fledged Yumungard might emerge from the sea the next day.

In that case...

Roy touched his chin and frowned.

That won't do... I'm not confident I can solve it a second time...

Having thought this through, he was already in a dilemma.

He felt that the problem at hand was really difficult to handle.

If I throw it away, it might be revived; if I don't... it's an eyesore and a hassle...

What should we do?

Roy's gaze began to wander, looking around the second deck for an alternative.

But apart from some cables, barrels, and iron plates, there was nothing on the deck that could spark his inspiration.

when!when!when!

As he looked him over, he resumed chopping the meat into minced meat.

Because he discovered that the lump... was actually starting to sprout countless white, twisted threads to repair Yumongard's body again.

"Can't you just stop feeding me for a minute?"

Roy shook his head, his hands and mouth never stopping, and muttered a helpless complaint.

Just then, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, like lightning piercing through the fog, instantly waking him up.

Then he slammed his twin swords into the mass of matter in front of him, cleanly turned and ran towards the spot where Bolt and Saen had died.

He shouted as he ran:

"Seraphia, look at it!"

"If it shows even the slightest sign of reviving, chop it up! If it does anything wrong, chop it up too! If it doesn't move for a few minutes, chop it up too!"

"Just chop it up!"

"Do you understand?"

Roy ran past the Kuruta girl like a gust of wind and gave her a stern order.

The girl, Serapika, nodded subconsciously.

Chop it up? Chop who up?

With a somewhat blank look in her eyes, the Kurta girl hadn't reacted at first. She had only answered without thinking because Roy's expression was so resolute.

But it wasn't until Roy was gone that she began to realize what had happened.

Fortunately, she didn't stand there stunned for long, after seeing the twin swords behind Roy and that twisted mass...

Serapika immediately understood Roy's meaning. Then, she gently placed Fika on the ground, rushed over like an arrow, picked up her twin knives, and ruthlessly began chopping the meat...

Ding ding ding ding.....

The sound of chopping wood began again.

"Hmm, not too stupid?"

Hearing the familiar clanging sound behind him, Roy knew that the Kurta tribe girl had begun her "work".

Then I should start my work....

With a sharp look in his eyes, Roy first went to the pale, colorless corpse of Saen.

"I'm sorry, brother..."

He murmured an apology, then slowly lifted Saen's body with his left hand, while his right hand began to roam over his body, from top to bottom, not missing a single detail.

After rummaging through Saan's corpse for several minutes...

Boom!

After a muffled thud, Roy showed no respect for the dead and impatiently kicked Saen's corpse half a foot away with his right foot.

"Useless! You have nothing on you..."

After giving a resentful rebuke, Roy turned his gaze away from Saen and instead looked at Bolt, who was not far away.

"Bolt...you should have one, right...?"

With a soft sigh, he slowly approached the bard.

Near the headless corpse.

"well....."

With another sigh, Roy helplessly stretched out his hands and began to make the same movements he had made on Saen.

They patted Bolt from top to bottom, inside and out...

Just as he was about to give up, a bulge on the inside of Bolt's chest made him stop, and then he slowly touched it...

It is made of sturdy material, has a flat shape, and a smooth surface...

The tactile sensation in his hands gave Roy the above information.

"Could it be this?"

With a hint of anticipation in his eyes, Roy hurriedly took the item out.

What is this...?

Roy stared blankly at the thumb-sized jade plaque that reflected a deep blue light under the moonlight.