Gourmet Hunter (HxH Fanfic)

Five seconds ago, if someone had told Zeras that a single cat could instantly slaughter fifteen grown, burly men, he would have jumped up and called them an idiot.

Now, Zeras desperately needed someone to tell him that everything was just a joke.

He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again, the scene he had just witnessed would be nothing but an illusion.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, only to see Kuro standing right in front of him. His face twisted into an expression of sheer horror, like a suffocating man suddenly gasping for air. He panted heavily, trying to scream, but no sound came out.

Kuro grinned at him eerily, then casually flicked his claws. A thin red line instantly appeared across Zeras's throat.

Zeras seemed to realize what had happened. His trembling body jerked violently as he struggled.

Now, at last, he wanted to scream for help with everything he had, however, there's still no sound. All he could do was stare hopelessly at the monster before him.

As his body thrashed wildly, blood gushed from his neck.

In that moment, Zeras's heart wasn't just filled with despair, but there was also an overwhelming, irreversible regret.

If he had known this would be his fate, he never would have coveted the spoils Law had gathered from circling the Vulture Street. Even if five of the antiques had been stolen by someone else, today's haul had already been more than enough.

'I really shouldn't have been greedy...'

In the final moments of his life, this thought flashed through Zeras's mind like lightning before everything faded into darkness.

Kuro watched dispassionately as Zepile died, then shifted his gaze to the bulging pocket of his clothes. With a light swipe of his claws, he sliced open the pouch, and a fat money sack tumbled out.

Before the purse could hit the ground, Kuro stretched out his claws and took the purse. When he opened it, he found a pile of gold beads inside.

…

On the rooftops, a slender figure fled like a monkey, her movements agile and swift.

It was a woman in a short-sleeved top and hot pants, and her exposed skin was a healthy wheat color. She had short black hair tied into a neat little ponytail at the back of her head, brown eyes, and thin lips.

At this moment, the woman's expression was still calm, but there was unconcealable fear in her brown eyes.

'A cat can actually cut the necks of fifteen men at once!'

Fortunately, she had a strong mental state and ran away as soon as she realized what was happening, instead of ending up like Zeras, who had collapsed in terror and been effortlessly killed by Kuro.

The woman didn't yet know that Zeras was dead yet, not that it mattered to her. All she cared about now was running, putting as much distance between herself and danger as possible.

Just at this moment, a figure materialized ten meters ahead of her. It was Law, who was chasing after her.

When the woman saw the person who suddenly appeared, her face changed, and she quickly stopped.

However, she didn't turn to flee in another direction. Instead, she just stared at Law, her gaze locked onto him.

This wasn't surrender. The moment Law had appeared out of nowhere, she knew escape was impossible. Rather than wasting energy running, she might as well focus on figuring out how to survive.

'What do I do?'

The woman's mind raced, searching for even the slimmest chance of survival in a situation that seemed hopeless.

She felt that she was extremely wronged. She was not originally in the same group as Zeras, but only cooperated with the performance temporarily for money.

However, when they were dividing the money and disbanding, she saw that Zeras and his group wanted to attack the young man, who had caused trouble before, so she wanted to come and see out of curiosity.

This is also the fundamental reason why Zeras and his group had been below, while she had been alone on the rooftops.

At this moment, she regretted it deeply. She finally understood the true meaning of the phrase 'curiosity killed the cat'.

The woman took a deep breath and said quickly, "Zeras and I are not in the same group! I have no intention of getting involved in this matter. I was only there because I wanted to see what would happen!"

Being honest about why she is there is a decision the woman makes when she absolutely cannot escape.

She spoke in the fastest speech of her life, first dispelling her relationship with Zeras's group, then explained her motives. After that, she didn't dare say another word.

She felt that being careful with words and actions was key to surviving this.

This was a sharp, intelligent woman.

Law stared at the woman in front of him expressionlessly and asked, "What's your name?"

"Millia!"

A woman who had spent most of her life using fake names and aliases didn't hesitate to give her real one this time. Even if Law wanted to ask her some private matters at this moment, she would have spilled everything without a second thought.

The one thing she didn't do was beg for mercy.

"I thought you'd plead for your life." Law said calmly.

At this moment, Millia's tense nerves relaxed slightly. From these words, she deduced that the other party had no intention of killing her, so she immediately said: "I mean you no harm."

If she begged for mercy, it would be like sitting right in a pile of shit.

"Well said."

Law nodded slightly and walked towards the clothesline placed on the rooftop.

Earlier in the alley, Law and Kuro had immediately noticed the two people outside the alley and on the rooftop. Based on Law's perception, he knew that the person on the roof had no ill intentions.

This situation has not reached the point where it is necessary to silence the witness, so Law had no intention of attacking Millia.

He reached the clothesline, gripped the pole, and channeled his Nen. In an instant, the pole turned to powder, scattering into the wind.

When Millia saw this scene, her eyes widened to their limits, and fear could not be concealed on her pretty face.

Law clapped his hands together, then slowly walked toward Millia. Each step felt like a hammer striking her heart, making it pounding loudly.

In Millia's imagination, the atmosphere grew suffocating, as if solidifying. Her slightly relaxed nerves tensed up again, but fortunately, she steadfastly adhered to the principle of not begging for mercy.

She didn't turn and flee like a guilty thief, despite the drastic shift in the situation.

Law stopped abruptly when he reached Millia's side and said, "You should be glad you chose the rooftop to watch the show."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Law channeled his Nen, took two or three steps forward, and then vanished. The next second, he appeared dozens of meters away, above the alley, descending toward the ground.

On the rooftop, Millia slowly turned her stiffened neck to look behind her, but she could no longer see Law's figure. At this moment, her heart began racing like a wild horse.

'What… the hell was that?!'

…

Law and Kuro could sense each other's locations, so they reunited without any effort.

After seeing Kuro, Law roughly stuffed the five antiques wrapped in his coat into Kuro's mouth. The latter neither resisted nor complained. He was too busy reveling in his own joy because he had just darkened sixteen pages of the book.

After swallowing the antiques that Law shoved into his mouth, Kuro tossed the money bag full of golden beads to Law and immediately retreated into the tattoo on Law's hand to lay low.

Law caught the bag, which was quite heavy. When he opened it, he was stunned for a moment.

…

Half an hour later, Law returned to Sabro's house, got the key from him, and headed straight to the third-floor room. He used the key to open the wooden box indicated by the White Smoke Font.

Inside was a yellowed book and something that looked like a pocket watch, with a trace amount of Nen floating on it.

For some reason, Law cared more about the book than the thing that was entangled with Nen, so he picked up the book first and gently flipped open the first page.

'It's a diary…'

At the same time, a terrified scream was heard from somewhere in Elba City. Someone had discovered the corpses, and soon, the scene was crowded with onlookers.

It is not surprising that people died in the Elba City, but it is quite rare that more than a dozen people died at once. Moreover, among the dead, there was the famous Master Zeras. This is simply major news!

Tap, tap!

A squad of soldiers arrived belatedly. The crowd automatically parted, allowing the soldiers to enter the scene while bowing in reverence to their leader.

The leader was a burly young man with a buzz cut and a vicious scar over his eyebrow. He was the third prince of King Elba.

He walked to the body of Master Zeras, looked at the clean cut across the neck, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

It's not a good thing for a celebrity to die in the Elba City.

Among the crowd, Millia, who is now wearing a hooded robe, cautiously observed Master Zeras's lifeless body slumped against the wall, with his eyes wide with disbelief.

Her mind instantly recalled the words the young man had said before leaving, and she shuddered involuntarily.

'You should be glad you chose the rooftop…'