The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Kusuo Saiki has arrived, and the network cable works really well.

However, he found himself in a spider's lair, in what appeared to be a base, a large five-story building, but an old, abandoned one. He was on the second to fourth floor. Why the second to fourth floor? Because it was a floor where the walls of the second, third, and fourth floors had been breached, leaving only the load-bearing walls, which were still safe.

Inside the house were many pillars, tall structures, and even an excavator, on which Feitan sat.

Who puts an excavator in their house as decoration?

“Swordsman, there are some people whose phone numbers you really should blacklist,” Feitan said condescendingly.

The swordsman sat on the high platform and hung up the phone. "At this hour, you must be looking for the leader, right? Is it because you haven't received a reply to the message?"

"What news?" Feitan asked.

"The Zoldycks sent us an invitation last night, saying they're having a birthday party and want us to attend."

"Birthday? What's that? People in Meteor City never celebrate birthdays."

"Well, considering that Chain Hand might also go, and we have things to do in Meteor City, so it's not our place... Ah, didn't we already reply to that?"

The knight checked the messages on Kuroro's phone.

He pulled out another cell phone: "Actually, someone here also invited me to Kukuroku Mountain, but he said it was for a festival. Is there any festival there? If possible, I'd like to ask you to take me there that day, Mr. Saiki."

Wow, this person has so many cell phones.

"Sigh, then who exactly is this person I know?"

Kusuo Saiki mercilessly exposed him.

But it's strange, didn't Mi Ji know the knight's account? Why didn't he see through it?

The knight stared at his phone for a long time: ...

What's wrong, swordsman? What did you do to my brother?

"The person who can talk to me about computers all night is just a twelve-year-old kid!"

During their conversation, a cup bumped against the side of Saiki Kusuo's leg.

It's Kubi, a little shorter and thinner than Kurt.

On Kubi's head, there was a small monkey that looked perfectly natural. Its strange proportions made Kusuo Saiki recognize it as the chameleon that he hadn't seen in a long time.

They seem to be living a good life.

“Here you go, champagne,” Kubi said.

Kusuo Saiki suddenly realized that he had lived for 36 years and had never actually drunk alcohol.

But alcohol alone wouldn't have any effect on him, a superpowered individual. Kusuo Saiki accepted it.

He then noticed that everyone was drinking, seemingly celebrating something, and some people were eating barbecue.

Will his arrival spoil their fun?

A knocking sound came from above.

"Who took the rope—?" Kuroro shouted.

The swordsman looked around and suddenly noticed the rope on the ground.

"The rope and the bricks fell together! Commander, just jump down and we'll catch you!"

As soon as the knight finished giving his advice, the excavator beneath Feitan suddenly started moving.

It turned out that Nobunaga had sat inside the excavator.

"Hahaha! This is the kind of time to use this big guy!"

"Hey, just let me know before you use it."

"You won't die from falling!"

The excavator's arm turned and adjusted several times before finally stopping in a twisted position.

The Phantom Troupe's bathroom was on the fifth floor. Kuroro, dressed in a loose coat, was drying his hair with a towel as he jumped down from the edge of the broken stairwell, landing steadily on the raised excavator arm.

The dust and dirt inside the excavator arm shook off, and a lot of it landed on Kuroro.

What kind of bath did he take? Was it some kind of ritual? He got dirty right after he finished, didn't he?

The arm lowered Kuroro down, and Kuroro shook his still-damp hair.

"I thought we'd never see each other again. Aren't we leaving right away?"

"Going to the Dark Continent was your own choice, right? With such a high mortality rate, why not consider going in a couple of years? You're still young."

"Hmm—?" Kuroro wiped his hair. "Don't worry, we're not going there. It's a bit dangerous for us."

Although Kusuo Saiki came to tell the Phantom Troupe not to go, he is now being disliked.

"No, I mean the environment with Nen users is more dangerous for me. It would be fine if it were just ordinary people. The guests invited to the Zoldyck family's banquet must be quite extraordinary." Kuroro found a seat.

Kubi then brought over a stemmed glass. "Iced beer."

"Thank you, Kubi." Kuroro bowed his head to take the glass, gently clinked glasses with Kubi, then raised his glass to Kusuo Saiki and downed it in one gulp.

"I just lent out my ability again yesterday, and I'm currently in a sealed state," Kuroro explained.

Why did this person seal his mind again, and even lend it out? Is this even possible? Saiki Kusuo swirled the champagne in his glass, hesitated slightly, and took a sip.

"In exchange for sealing Nen and other conditions, we lend our abilities to others so they can remove Nen from our members. This whole process is very complicated," Kuroro explained simply, then looked down and reached out to Kobi, "but we gained back a partner."

Xin Chang walked over gleefully. This guy chugs straight from the bottle. He tossed down one bottle, picked up another, took a lunge, drew his sword, and performed a cool trick of opening the bottle cap with the hilt of his sword: "Next up is Uvogin, haha! I can't wait!"

"Feng Nian, thank you for your hard work, Commander." Kubi poured a glass of beer and handed it to Kuroro. "Iced beer."

"Okay! Thanks, Kubi, it's no trouble at all." Kuroro accepted the reply cheerfully.

Like a happy and harmonious big family.

Kusuo Saiki then understood the situation a little better. The members of the Phantom Troupe were very friendly, and now they just wanted all the feet to return safely.

"Once everyone has recovered, when we encounter Kurta again, we shouldn't hesitate or take any detours. We should start the battle directly and, ideally, wipe them all out in one go," Kuroro said after downing another beer.

That was hasty. From now on, I am a staunch believer that evil people will be punished.

After downing his second ice-cold beer, Kuroro's thoughts remained clear and certain: "There will definitely be sacrifices, perhaps nearly half of them will die or be injured. But I have a feeling that for a group as cohesive as Kuruta, letting any one of them go will lead to our disastrous end."

"Ha, nearly half dead or wounded? Don't worry, Commander, Feitan alone can burn a whole bunch of people to death."

As the members of the troupe chatted about the battle, Kusuo Saiki rubbed his ears.

He had to leave, but before he did, a question popped into his mind that he wanted to ask.

Nobunaga took a sip of sake: "Aren't we going to do it? Are we just going to wait for the Chain Hands to come and arrest us? That guy is incredibly arrogant."

If I remember correctly, you cried the most when Uvogin died.

Chapter 140: 98% Nen Ability User

"Heh, hahahaha!" Feitan suddenly burst into laughter, which made all the other members of the crew laugh along with him.

Little Di was holding a champagne bottle, figuring out how to open it, when she suddenly heard laughter and was quite confused: "Huh? What's so funny?"

Yes, where is it?

Kuroro sat beside him, a smile that seemed to be a mixture of helplessness and resignation on his face.

"We are not afraid of death," Kuroro said as the laughter subsided.

"We live to do things that are more important than death. We will live on in accordance with our spirit forever, and to go against it for even a moment is to betray ourselves."

"Simply put, it is the spider that needs to survive; we as individuals can die, and we all accept that."

It's that eternal feeling of youthful exuberance, like a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome).

Kuroro realized the other person didn't understand, so he covered his mouth and explained again: "Exactly, if you can do evil without Nen, you might as well kill us."

Kusuo Saiki nodded hesitantly.

Everyone's pursuits are different, although it's unclear what formed this group.

The villains are talking about spirit and ideals—is there anything more terrifying than that?

Hisoka is much more normal in comparison; he's just a guy who fights whenever he wants and only cares about his own pleasure.

The more you live in this world, the clearer some facts become: everyone is real, and their joys, sorrows, and decisions all have reasons. The more you know, the less you can treat this world as an ordinary one.

He didn't just realize this today; rather, as he was about to leave, any further realization would have made him ponder it deeply.

Having lived two completely different lives in two different worlds, which one is the real him? If this world cannot be defined as fiction or two-dimensional, can he really go back and start his original ordinary life without any resentment, ignoring everything here?

Saiki Kusuo suddenly said this.

"Is it okay? We're not good people."

After saying that, Kusuo Saiki disappeared from the spot.

"Captain, is this person really going to die in the Dark Continent?"

"Most likely. He's already very strong, but he's convinced himself he can't come back. No one knows where he's going better than him."

March: "I don't think he'll die. Maybe he doesn't have the aura of someone going to their death."

Kuroro: "Intuition... In a way, we're also going to our deaths. Do we have that kind of aura?"

Machi: "...No."

Kuroro: "An unfathomable oddball. It would be good if he survived."

Kusuo Saiki returned to Kukuroku Mountain, where the mountainside was bustling with activity as many people prepared the venue. This lively and chaotic atmosphere brought him back to reality.

In any case, his real family has been grieving for many years since he left without saying goodbye.

He has to go back.

Soon, my birthday arrived.

The sun rose as usual, reaching halfway up Kukuro Mountain, when Xiao Xiang knocked on the door of Saiki Kusuo's room.

Kusuo Saiki had already woken up.

In front of the house, my younger brothers were already waiting at the door like elementary school students going on a spring outing.

Kusuo Saiki opened three doors with one hand.