Straightforward, without any subtlety, and with a touch of seriousness.
It was quite blunt, without even a hint of doubt.
It's more like a polite formality, a courteous inquiry.
Although Coleman didn't think it was polite.
He gasped, rubbed his aching temples, and sighed helplessly, "I won't die in the next few days, and besides, what I did can't really be called death."
They just wanted to find a way to make the so-called evil god suffer a setback.
But, well, explaining it would be too complicated, so Coleman decided to give up.
"Anyway, you can understand, your Second Brother is going to become a god! How about it, aren't you a little excited?" Coleman asked with a smile, his red eyes wide, his words laced with teasing. "This is an honor the Zoldyck Family has never had before!"
Killua pushed his Second Brother's large face aside with disdain. "There's no need for that. Our family doesn't need this honor."
And even becoming a god—they still die eventually, don't they?
In the end, it wasn't much different.
"Well, anyway, don't think too much about me." Coleman slumped in his chair like a boneless cat. "I'm the first person in our family to become a god!"
"Heh, don't worry, I won't miss you." Killua ate the snacks Manster brought him and said irritably, "If you want to die, go die somewhere else, thank you."
"Huh? Isn't Killua closest to Second Brother?" Coleman said shamelessly, sipping his iced water.
Two cats, with similar appearances and identical fur, squeezed together on a small chair and began to stick together.
One of them seemed to be resisting the action from head to toe, showing extreme disgust.
The other cat, instead of stopping while it was ahead, went even further and started snatching the little white cat's treats!
"!" Killua stared with wide, cat-like eyes, shocked and speechless. "How could you steal a child's snack bag!"
"Hmph, why aren't I a child!" Coleman retorted, his tone both defiant and self-righteous. "It was all bought with my money, what's wrong with him eating a little?"
"Tsk." Killua curled his lip, grabbed a bag of potato chips, and jumped next to Gon, not intending to argue with a fool whose mental age was no more than three years old.
Let's just consider it a matter of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.
With no one bothering Coleman, he gave up on his plans.
Seeing the disdain in Manster's eyes, he immediately ordered, "Have the tickets been booked?"
Manster, munching on a fries, said lazily, "The tickets aren't booked, but the ship is."
"Tomorrow night, Kersler Bar, no exceptions." He pried open a cork of red wine and took a big gulp.
In less than ten minutes, this man had crudely finished off a bottle of priceless, expensive red wine.
Manster burped and casually wiped his mouth. "If you're in a hurry, you can go ahead."
Since it's a purchased boat, it's not impossible for the boss to set sail now.
The only problem is that we'll have fewer supplies prepared.
Since we'll be traveling by water, there are quite a few things we need to buy.
Moreover, there wasn't a soul at the destination; if we didn't stock up, there wouldn't even be a place to restock.
That's Cursed Island!
An island from which there is no return.
Fortunately, only Coleman and Manster set off this time.
So you don't need to prepare too much; if all else fails, just go fishing in the ocean.
Anyway, for Manster, who was used to living a life of poverty, this was no problem.
As for Coleman, I'm sorry, Manster think someone who's about to die probably doesn't have many material needs.
"No, let's leave tomorrow then. Remember to bring a power bank and stock up on beef and red wine in the fridge." Coleman yawned. "Oh, and by the way, I want the velvet sheets that the Ernie Kingdom 'offers' as tribute."
Manster remained silent. Good. Even if he were to die, he wouldn't disturb his boss's extravagant pleasures.
At that moment, Coleman, who was still playing with the child, seemed to suddenly remember something. He paused, then said, "Your salary will increase by three percent this year."
"Okay, boss, no problem. Boss, should we move a solid wood bed up? Or get some snowmelt spring water?"
"... There's really no need for that."
Coleman's lips twitched. He just couldn't understand how an information broker could love money as much as his brother.
But it doesn't matter, as long as it can be done.
His gaze swept over the three children, and he clasped his hands together cheerfully, proposing, "Alright, who among you wants to play the bedtime question game? If so, you can come to my room to ask. You only have one chance, so remember to prepare your questions. I welcome you anytime before midnight!"
This may be one of the few times he has shown kindness.
Coleman thought to himself, looking at the three children who were both surprised and somewhat delighted.
She actually wants to be a teacher.
That's an outrageous idea.
"Just to give it my all one last push?" Watching the three children's retreating figures, Coleman narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured softly, "How kind of me."
The words were still echoing in the air when a cold snort came to my mind.
"You're kind? Ha! The most evil people in the world are kinder than you!" The Evil Dragon sneered as it roamed the mental space. "But you're the one I've chosen."
"Well, thank you then."
"Of course you should thank me, otherwise you would be dead long ago."
"Heh." Coleman didn't say much about this, only smiling and replying, "I will personally come to thank you."
A glint flashed in his scarlet eyes, like a beast that had just opened its eyes.
It reveals a hint of cruelty and anticipation.
"Don't worry, it'll be your turn soon, my dear, Lord Evil God~."