The Daily Life of Saiki Kusuo in Zoldyck

Three hours later, Kusuo Saiki led the group into a gambling room. Saiki knew how to manipulate people's hearts simply by listening to their thoughts, but he was exhausted.

Superpowered individuals don't get tired from using teleportation a few times; they get mentally exhausted.

"Hmm, little swordsman drew the Joker card, bad luck."

And the three of them were really playing!

"Well, I'm not usually that lucky. I trust the 0s and 1s of computers more than luck." Chrollo returned the cards and walked over to Kusuo Saiki's side.

What's the question now?

Three prisoners across from them greeted them.

“Each person has one chance to ask a question, seven questions in total.” A prisoner wrapped in cloth stepped forward and said in a low voice, “If our side wins a question, you will be deprived of 10 hours of your time.”

Is it time deprivation? Kusuo Saiki seems to see a terrible future. Even if the punishment is the least severe, 10 hours, all four of them will definitely be forced to play cards together by Hisoka.

Hisoka and Illumi also noticed the unusual trap in front of them. They all shared the same thought: they didn't want to hand it over for even 10 hours at a time.

"You can give me any question for the first time. Let me make it clear beforehand, the question can be anything, including fighting..." The speaker was dressed in cloth, but his unusually strong body was still visible.

Kusuo Saiki: You guys are practically asking for death.

"Don't you even need to use your brain?" The three people behind Kusuo Saiki immediately lost interest.

"I asked Saiki Kusuo."

"Yes, but the type of question must be stated first. Only if the challenger agrees and selects a challenger can the question be considered valid."

Kusuo Saiki observes with his inner voice.

Hisoka had no interest in the three people in front of him; he just wanted to find someone to fight and be done with it.

Illumi had the same idea, while Chrollo was pondering it.

Kusuo Saiki had already thought of the question and was once again the first of the four to face it.

The question must be accepted by the other party. Kusuo Saiki knew that there was an intellectual on the other side with a university degree, and he was thinking about using his university knowledge to test this side.

Well then, since that's the case, let's take the initiative.

"A math problem? Sure, I'll take it, kid." The person stepped forward, and the rules for the competition appeared on the screen next to him, indicating that the competition was about to begin.

Saiki Kusuo glanced at it and said:

"Haha, hahaha... Elementary school students are just elementary school students. Do you think the ninth power is some kind of amazing mathematical algorithm? Of course you can! How detailed do you want the calculation process to be? How about three steps? The third step is the answer. You can't possibly not be able to calculate it in three steps, can you?"

The calculations are simple; the speed at which you write down the steps is the key to victory. I personally feel that the numbers in the questions he set were not long; otherwise, he could have set numbers like 2 to the power of 30 to crush the opponent.

Without paper and pen, the process was written by carving on the ground, and the other side used a knife. Kusuo Saiki also asked Illumi for a thick, long needle.

It's Illumi's ability; there's absolutely no need to worry about not being able to clear the ground, and it even saves money.

The match began, and the opponent had already calculated the answer and was just waiting to write down the process. But just as he finished writing the question and was about to write the process on the second line, Kusuo Saiki had already written down the final answer.

"Ding!" The phone rang, and the person on the other end froze. "Hey, how could it be so fast..."

All that could be seen in what Kusuo Saiki wrote was that the beginning of the title was normal, but the last 3*7 was not the number 21 but m!

The process is as follows:

=100+20+m

=120+m

=12m

A crow flew over the heads of the crowd.

"Hey kid...you don't even understand what exponentiation is!!"

Chapter 46 The Hunter Exam: The Assassination of Hisoka's Examiner

Illumi tilted his head slightly. What was Xiaonan doing? Was he deliberately losing? He couldn't possibly have made a mistake in arithmetic.

Hisoka: It's 12m, Illumi, hehe...

Despite the prisoner's mockery, Kusuo Saiki remained calm. He simplified the slightly complicated numbers, which made him write faster than the other person. The advantage of base-32 only became more obvious as the numbers grew larger. He didn't choose a larger number because he happened to think of 12m as the answer.

The prisoners were still laughing, but the smile on the man's face gradually faded.

Base 32? He seemed to know that using letters instead of numbers was exactly how base 32 was represented...

Although the Hunter world's written language is entirely new, the computer language and mathematics remain unchanged, because these are things that are almost absolute truths. Kusuo Saiki stood up; the word "victory" appeared on the wall, signifying that his answer was correct.

“I see. I’ll set up a math problem too.” Kuroro suddenly spoke up just as Kusuo Saiki finished speaking.

Kusuo Saiki: ?

You're intelligent, cunning, and a fighter, so why are you still...?

Well, Kuroro's calculations should be pretty good too, but would the other side still be willing to compete in this area?

Kusuo Saiki heard from his inner voice that Kuroro planned to use addition and subtraction as conditions, and that the calculation must be done in decimal.

"Tch, who wants to compete with you in calculations! This kind of thing doesn't show your strength!" A man walked up from behind, and without saying a word, he lifted the cloth covering his body, revealing a very terrifying appearance.

Why is it terrifying? Because this person's body has many stitches, one eye is completely swollen and seems to have stitches, there is a mysterious sphere like Frankenstein's monster stitched to the back of his head, and there are stitches all over his body. Kusuo Saiki can also see through his X-ray vision that there are iron blocks embedded under his skin, and the impure iron blocks have contaminated his bones. It is a miracle that such a monster could survive.

“I’ve killed 19 people so far. The number 19 is not neat, which has always made me unhappy… Blonde kid, this isn’t a kindergarten math competition. I’m telling you right now, if your topic isn’t fighting, we won’t agree. There’s only one way to get through: come and fight me, and then become the 20th person.”

Kuroro is called "kid," is it because of his height? Kusuo Saiki tilts his head; it's probably because the swordsman's face is so youthful.

He is two years older than his older brother, but he is a bit shorter.

"Hmm... alright, other challenges will make this competition more interesting. A simple battle might be too boring." Chrollo Chrollo lamented, having lost interest in the game. He decided to take care of this guy himself.

"Wow, you've got guts! I admire you!"

The two entered the arena, and the screen next to them displayed the words: "The competition begins."

Before Kuroro could even move, the man preemptively jumped up and punched the floor!

Kusuo Saiki couldn't understand this person's scheme against him.

Kuroro dodged the attack and circled around to the right rear of the person's body. He walked so slowly that it was as if he were strolling through a shopping mall, and he really did stop as if he had seen an interesting shop.

"Heh, blond brat, you've heard of Phantom..." The prisoner flexed his muscles, but before he could finish his sentence, a knife pierced his heart.

"I was just about to say you had good taste in choosing a spider, but it turns out you're just clumsily imitating it. It's so disappointing." The prisoner fell to the ground, and Kuroro didn't pick up the knife. Instead, he slowly explained, "It does have twelve legs, but the Phantom Troupe's spider tattoos are black, and the members' numbers are on the spider's chest and abdomen."

"Hehehe~ They actually impersonated the Phantom Troupe." Hisoka laughed as well, bending the cards and flicking them out like rain, scattering them across the field.

Kuroro isn't angry at all. Kusuo Saiki thought.

“There will always be people like this. Everyone just kills them on sight. I remember this is the third one the entire Phantom Troupe has encountered this year.” Chrollo Chrollo stepped around the corpse and looked at Hisoka as he spoke, seemingly addressing Hisoka.

After saying that, Kuroro looked up again, and there were only two prisoners left.

"How many years can you get in return for the time you've gained from us? I wonder if that's enough for a life. Do you still want to keep competing?" Chrollo smiled as he looked at the prisoners opposite him. He sensed the fear in the remaining two prisoners, and defeating them in one fell swoop would be the most time-efficient approach.

The two prisoners seemed to have other ideas. One of them suddenly stepped forward, about to speak, but then looked terrified as if he had seen something horrifying.

The chilling killing intent was so intense that a single glance felt like suffocation, as if someone would have their neck snapped and be forced into a pool of blood and bones.

"We...we surrender! We surrender! We've lost! Let's stop playing!!"

The prisoners were psychologically devastated and were so terrified they wet themselves.

That was Illumi's killing intent just now.

Because he posed no threat, Kusuo Saiki never sensed anything amiss. He could only guess by observing Illumi's posture, his serious expression, and the reactions of the others.

So what kind of test is this for a group of people? Hey, examiner, please wake up and let us go! Let me go too.

The three walked through the door, and Kusuo Saiki teleported over the three fallen prisoners, walking forward calmly.

A card flew in front of him, and Kusuo Saiki caught it instinctively. He found that the card was an Ace of Hearts. He turned his head and Hisoka winked at him.

"I don't understand, I refuse!" Saiki Kusuo quickened his pace.

The stone door on the right opened, and Kusuo Saiki turned around, only to run into a man holding four swords.

Huh? Hey, I'm not...

Four swords flew at him in turn. Kusuo Saiki turned around and dodged them, but he didn't expect them to be spinning swords. They spun around and flew back from behind, and then he faced two more swords in front of him.

"Hahahaha! Hisoka! Do you know how long I've been preparing for this day!"

So I said I'm not Hisoka! What? You only recognize the pink-haired Hisoka? He's red-haired, okay?

You've completely mistaken someone for someone else! Judging by height alone is wrong!

It turns out there was something wrong with his brain; this person is beyond saving.

Chapter 47 Hunter Exam: The End of the Trap Tower

But don't panic, any one of the three powerful figures behind them could easily...

Kusuo Saiki glanced back and saw Hisoka blocking the doorway.

The two people behind them were completely unaware of what was happening here! Because Hisoka was blocking their view of the door!

...Kusuo Saiki stared at Hisoka with a dark expression. As if he knew the trajectory of each sword, he simply turned left and right twice to dodge each sword. Every step was just right, without any unnecessary movements.

The spinning blades just wouldn't stop. Kusuo Saiki frowned slightly. His teleportation was still on cooldown. What should he do?

This person is an examiner, but he has a personal grudge against Hisoka and is not an examiner for this exam. The reason he is being attacked is simply because he did not recognize that the person is not Hisoka.

Kusuo Saiki dodged the flying knife twice more, then approached the examiner step by step, using his telepathy to give him a sharp reminder.

Examiner: "Huh?" So this person isn't...

I finally recognized it! Oh my gosh, the one blocking the door from behind is the one!

Kusuo Saiki: ?

The four throwing knives caught in the man's hand, and the man actually stepped forward and grabbed Saiki Kusuo's neck, the curved shape of the throwing knives brushing against his neck.

"Hey, Hisoka! I've been waiting for you for ages!"

So, what's the connection between Hisoka and capturing me?

At this moment, Illumi and Chrollo finally noticed the anomaly inside the door.