The Black Whale's first deck, in the most luxurious suite section.
The corridor outside had already become hell on earth.
The heavy stench of blood seeped through the gap beneath the door. Invisible, bizarre Nen Beasts were indiscriminately slaughtering the ordinary guards, and the screams never stopped.
But behind that heavy door lay an entirely different world.
Suite One had absurdly good soundproofing, and the enormous television in the center of the living room flickered with colorful light.
Killua and Gon sat on the soft wool carpet, gripping their controllers tightly, their thumbs flying as they battled it out in a hardcore two-player fighting game.
Shizuku sat on a tall stool, with a huge pile of opened bags of premium potato chips in front of her, popping them into her mouth one after another.
Ging crouched in a corner, irritably scratching his messy hair as he wiped his Double-Star Hunter License with a cloth.
This decadent life at sea was driving him out of his mind.
Luo Ye wasn't joining the fun in the living room. He was alone on the spacious viewing balcony.
The salty sea breeze blew against his garish Hawaiian shirt.
Luo Ye sprawled comfortably in a leather recliner, his legs casually crossed and his shabby cloth shoes swaying in the sea breeze.
An exquisite round glass table stood in front of him, with a freshly opened can of ice-cold soda on top.
This was discontinued stock he had specifically asked Shizuku to keep chilled in Blinky.
Tiny beads of condensation covered the can, gleaming temptingly in the sunlight.
Luo Ye reached out, his fingertips just touching the cold can.
The next second, everything changed.
The solid wall on the left side of the balcony suddenly warped like rippling water, and a thick, sinister chill seeped in