Do Not Do Unto Others What You Would Not Have Them Do Unto You × Roy vs. Rat

There is nothing new under the sun; all scheming is insignificant in the face of absolute power.

If Netero were younger or stronger, he would have killed the Meruem even without using "The Poor Man's Rose," and without losing his own life.

Roy just stared at Pariston with a smile, their gazes clashing, and a jolt of electricity seemed to explode in the air.

Behind the two, Gotoh had her hands in her pockets, holding a few coins... The Thin Bodyguard silently recited the Bible, clutching the cross hanging on his chest.

"Drip... drip..." An old woman drove by with a sweeper, cleaning the floor...

Pariston glanced at her, clapped his hands, and broke the deadlock. "What a pity~ Congratulations, Roy Zoldyck, you win."

"This the Game is called 'YES' or 'NO'. The side that chooses 'NO' wins."

"Since you've rejected my proposal," the Blonde Boy bowed to him and gestured for him to proceed, "Please."

Roy watched him with great interest... The Sun-Earring Boy was calculating, step by step, and his quick wit was exceptional; he already showed the makings of a vice president...

He stood up and walked towards the boarding gate, one step, two steps... As he walked, an old lady drove past him with her sweeping machine. He even had the leisure to chuckle and tease her, "Grandma, you don't need to start cleaning the floor so early, do you?"

"No way... we're paid a fixed salary, and the boss will dock our pay if he sees it."

"Thump... thump... thump..." Then, it Youyou drove over...

Roy nodded, smiled, and waved at her. "Take care."

He took a few more steps, brushing past Pariston's shoulder, and stood at the ticket gate... Pariston kept his word, maintaining a bowed posture the entire time. Behind him, two bodyguards, one fat and one thin, tensed slightly, their eyes fixed on Roy without the slightest lapse...

At this moment, Gotoh caught up carrying a small bag, saying, "Young Master, I forgot my walking stick."

Roy then remembered. "Oh, right."

Zhang reached behind him and the Cane Sword that Gotoh was holding in her hand was drawn out with a clang!

It pierced the air with a sharp sword cry, shot towards the target, and then a cold glint appeared, grazing Pariston's handsome face and leaving a bloody mark on the spot. Finally, it was firmly held in Roy's hand!

"Little Hill / Pariston! You bastard..."

"Do not move!"

A sharp shout... startled his companions... Pariston straightened up, took a folded pocket square from his suit jacket's breast pocket, wiped the blood from his face, and calmly looked at Roy: "Why?"

Why do this when you've clearly won the Game?

The Blonde Boy said in a deep voice, "Roy Zoldyck, you're breaking the rules."

"Because my Young Master has never had eyes for you." Gotoh gripped the scabbard, stepped forward, a few coins clutched in her right hand, ready to strike at any moment, and bowed before Roy, saying, "Young Master, please Forgive my overstepping."

"You did very well," Roy said, twirling his sword with one hand, then thrusting the blade downwards into the floor. He crossed his arms and leaned on his Cane Sword, calmly watching Pariston and the other two. "Introductions are unnecessary. You all know... since that's the case..."

"I need your help, three of you."

Pariston frowned, Sun-Earring Boy smiled and said, "I would appreciate it if the three of you would withdraw from this Hunter Exam to ensure my advancement."

"Whoosh—" A cold wind rushed in, sweeping away all the noise. The boomerang that had just been sent out seemed to have flown back, and the waiting hall fell silent!

The Thin Bodyguard's face immediately fell. Beside him stood the Fat Bodyguard, who was chuckling strangely. The two of them flanked Pariston. The Blonde Boy looked intently at Roy, scratched his face, and laughed loudly.

At first, the laughter was very soft, then it gradually grew louder, and finally it burst into loud laughter, and then... it suddenly stopped!

With a dark expression, he glared at Roy and forced out a few cold words. "What if... I say no?"

No?

Roy smiled...

"Pfft~" Two suns leaped from his pupils, and the Sun-Earring Boy's black hair moved without wind. He casually glanced at them, and the two bodyguards, one fat and one thin, following Pariston, took a step back in unison. Alarm bells rang in their minds instantly, as if... they had been stripped naked and thrown into the street, their clothes completely exposed!

[Hair]: "The Eyes of Truth," sees through falsehood!

"I'm not an unreasonable person."

Roy gripped his Cane Sword and drew a straight, thin line, using his toes as a boundary.

"I'm the only one allowed on the next flight; who dares to cross that line..."

"Chop off your hand if you reach out, stomp your foot if you lift it." At the end of the thin line, Cane Sword rested on Pariston's shoulder. Roy asked with a smile, "What do you think?"

Pariston:

He could clearly feel the sharpness of the Cane Sword, and his intuition told him that if he dared to say no... the next second, the blade would slice open his neck!

The Blonde Boy took a few deep breaths, experiencing his first defeat in his life. His expression shifted rapidly, and finally he raised his hands. "Well... well... it's all a misunderstanding... a misunderstanding... Clark, Gore, what are you standing there for? Let's go..."

As he spoke, Pariston cautiously backed away until he could see the tip of the Cane Sword. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, give Roy a deep look, and turn to leave... Two bodyguards, one fat and one thin, followed behind him... They slunk away like defeated dogs, no longer as arrogant as before.

"Young Master, they've put away their energy." Gotoh handed over the scabbard. Roy smoothly drew the blade back into its sheath, gave a noncommittal "hmm," and turned to check in and board the plane.

The young butler adjusted his glasses, glanced at the three of them one last time, and followed with his bag.

A straight, thin line stretched three feet across the ticket gate, and for a long time, no one dared to cross it...

"Buzz..."

The engine drives the propeller to shred the air.

Ten minutes later, the airship took off.

Outside the terminal, Pariston leaned against the railing, looking up as the airship soared higher and higher, becoming a red dot in the night sky before disappearing in an instant... The Sun-Earring Boy spread his arms, letting the cold wind blow his bangs, and involuntarily closed his eyes, a strange smile creeping onto his lips.

"Ah... so this is what defeat feels like... Roy Zoldyck, you're amazing! I really..."

I really... want to torture you to death...

"Hehehe... Hahaha..."

His smile soared to the heavens, Pariston's shoulders trembled, scattering a flock of birds in flight.

A passing passenger glanced over and muttered under their breath, "Crazy!"

As a result, after being glared at by the two bodyguards, one fat and one thin, he slunk away.

After a moment, the Blonde Boy calmed down, and the Fat Bodyguard, seeing this, asked with a grin, "Little Hill, are we still going to take the exam?"

"Of course!" he said decisively. "From now on, wherever Roy Zoldyck is, I will be there too!"

"What about the others?" The Thin Bodyguard glanced at the group of test-takers who had changed their tickets and regrouped in the waiting hall—a Bandage Man, Snake Charmer, Bow-bearing Boy, Bald Ninja —and said expressionlessly, "Want to play again? We can play one more time..."

Anyway, that guy's already gone...

"No." Pariston looked bored and weary.

"They're all trash who aren't even fit to carry Roy Zoldyck's shoes; there's no need to waste time on them..."

"That's what the Sun-Earring Boy said."