Under surveillance, Kakin King Nasubi Hui Guo Rou appeared out of thin air in the room—as if condensed from the void.
It was clearly some kind of specialized space-type Nen ability.
And the spot where he appeared was exactly on the sofa—where Joey had previously planted the First Bomb after observing the room.
Joey had chosen the sofa for two reasons: first, he remembered from the manga that Nasubi had sat there while speaking to the Ninth Prince. Second, there were signs of regular use—slight, unrecovered indentations in the cushions, and tiny, hard-to-clean debris nearby.
This was the King's personal chamber—so the only person likely using that sofa consistently was Nasubi himself.
It was the most lucrative placement for an assassination device. Even if it didn't eliminate Nasubi instantly, it would at least prevent others from casually sitting there.
Joey had also planted the surveillance device in a hidden spot directly facing the sofa to capture everything.
He hadn't expected Nasubi to materialize directly on the sofa.
But since that's what happened, Joey didn't hesitate. Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he activated the First Bomb, instantly trying to erase Nasubi with his ability.
This was Joey's specialty: assassination.
The First Bomb delivered spectacular results. Joey's heart thumped wildly—he and Kurapika had long suspected that if Nasubi died, the Succession War might end immediately.
But the thrill didn't last even three seconds—Nasubi reconstituted from dust and reappeared.
Still, Joey wasn't overly disappointed. Killing Nasubi with a single move had always been the best case scenario in his plans. But from fighting Chimera Ants, and from Killua especially, he'd learned never to expect things to go ideally during a mission. Surprises were the norm.
And this surprise wasn't just Nasubi's resurrection—it was the form of the Nen Beast that appeared behind him.
A beast not originally his.
The Guardian Beast was unusually sensitive to the surveillance.
The casket chamber didn't even exist within the King's domain.
Even earlier, several aspects of the infiltration had been strange: for instance, no one had tried to stop Joey and Hisoka from entering the royal quarters. And despite Joey going easy on the defense, it still took the guards three whole minutes to break through his ice blockade.
So many red flags within the King's Zone.
Now, the Fourth Prince's Guardian Beast had appeared behind King Nasubi, while Nasubi's original beast was gone.
Joey's mind raced through possible conclusions.
Maybe Nasubi's resurrection was tied to a Nen Beast ability. The way his body reformed from dust resembled a time-reversal effect—as if rewinding a tape.
If that were the case, then the beast shouldn't have vanished. Which meant the beast might have been sacrificed to enable resurrection.
That would imply a kind of life exchange mechanism.
Whatever the case, one thing was certain: Nasubi's revival was Nen Beast-related.
And if so, the teleportation and appearance abilities must be Nasubi's own Nen.
Joey had once suspected that Nugui, always by Nasubi's side, might be responsible for the spatial moves.
But judging by Nasubi's solo manifestation, and the fact that Nugui never acted during the process, it was clear Nugui's role lay elsewhere.
Joey now concluded Nasubi must be a Conjuration, Emission, or Specialist-type Nen user.
Only Emission and Conjuration among the six standard types have spatial aptitude. Of the two, Conjuration is better suited for creating and utilizing space-based effects, such as creating portals.
Emission can do it—but full-body teleportation over long distances is extremely demanding.
And Emission suits personal use more than transporting others.
Considering that Nasubi had moved his corpse—and sometimes even Nugui—via this ability, Joey ruled out Emission.
That left only Conjuration and Specialist.
Joey recalled the Ninth Prince's attempt to shoot Nasubi: he fired several times, but failed to kill him.
That incident revealed Nasubi's spatial capacity.
During the gunfire, Nasubi's body relocated—confirmed by the Ninth Prince's own statement: "Was it your Nen Beast that moved you somewhere else?"
Nasubi had answered, "Yes."
So he'd been holding back from the very beginning.
An ability that causes instant displacement sounds like Emission—but Joey's deductions still pointed toward Conjuration or Specialist.
In which case, Specialist became the most likely.
A troublesome power.
And Joey still wasn't convinced Nasubi's original beast had truly vanished.
After all, Nasubi survived the previous succession war. Was there really no life-threatening danger during that? Had his Nen Beast never activated?
Highly unlikely.
Given all this—and Nasubi's own cryptic statements—Joey believed the King had intentionally hidden aspects of his ability.
Especially that resurrection scene—it screamed of time reversal.
If that were the case, Joey could now outline Nasubi's powers:
1. A personal space-movement ability: capable of carrying others; short-distance teleportation is fast, long-distance speed unknown.
2. His Nen Beast grants time-reversal: duration and effect range unknown. Possibly limited to Nasubi himself, but unconfirmed.
3. Dead princes' Guardian Beasts can attach to him, continuing their protection. Whether only one can appear at a time or multiple together is unknown.
In conclusion: he's invincible.
Just imagining these abilities in combination gave Joey chills—countless battle strategies could render Nasubi nearly unbeatable.
With powers like these, Nasubi's declaration that he wouldn't die before the Succession War ended finally made sense.
And if someone still managed to kill him? That would only mean Nasubi had the IQ of a pig.
But for a man who survived the last war and challenged the V5, that seemed impossible.
As the surveillance devices were found and destroyed, Joey couldn't help feeling a sting of regret—they weren't cheap.
Pocketing his phone, he turned to Pyon, who hadn't left.
"I need another batch of gear—preferably more high-res surveillance cams," Joey said bluntly.
"I told you, those aren't easy to come by, even with money. One every five days. One billion each. Bugs are easier—five hundred million," Pyon shrugged.
"I've told you, I'm not that rich. Can't you cut me a deal? Five days is too long." Joey pressed. Surveillance was vital. With Golden Experience, he could extract tons of intel from them.
"You should count yourself lucky I'm even offering this price!" Pyon huffed, unbending.
"You think I care about the money?" Joey rolled his eyes.
"You think I don't?" she snapped, turning away. "Take it or leave it. I could use them myself."
"Fine, fine. But can you give me just one now? I'm really dry." Joey changed tone, grinning shamelessly. "You're gorgeous—I know you've got one for me."
Pyon smiled slyly. "You sweet talker. Lucky for you, I'll spare one."
She opened her pouch and handed over a brand-new cam.
"Come on, sis. I saw you've got four or five more in that bag. Can't you share? I'll give you intel—or whatever you want!" Joey pleaded, not even trying to save face anymore.
"Those are half-finished. Useless to you," Pyon said, tapping his head. "Behave. These things are strategic supplies now. If Kite finds out you've wasted four in a few days, she'll cut you off. No fancy toys for anyone."
"Fine…" Joey muttered reluctantly.
"Now about that intel you mentioned? What is it?" Pyon's eyes gleamed. "Intel can buy you discounts. And as close friends, siblings-in-arms, fellow lovers of divine artifacts—sharing info's only fair, right?"
Joey chuckled. "Sure. Just some theories about Nasubi Hui Guo Rou's powers."
He pulled out pen and paper, sat at the table, and began jotting down the deductions from his head.
Pyon stayed at his side, watching closely.
When he finished, he looked up. "Got it memorized?"
"Mm. That's high-value info. Take your time with the cam. Just pay me thirty million for parts and labor. I've gotta go. Be careful—Kakin's mafias are sniffing around Deck Three. They could show up here."
"Don't worry." Joey lit the paper with a lighter, burning the intel.
…
On Deck 1 of the Black Whale, the thick fog had lifted, but the hallways were still damp.
The Bureau of Justice had arrived at Zone 12 and locked down the area. Nen classes there were suspended.
"So you noticed nothing strange about Slaka before he committed murder?" the investigator asked the Twelfth Prince, then turned to the guards.
"No," one replied. He had been in the same break room as Slaka.
"His mental state wasn't great—he muttered to himself a lot," another added.
To Joey's clone and Sakata, that answer was idiotic.
"What do you know about Hisoka and Phinks?" the official asked next.
Kurapika responded: "The fact that Juan was impersonated was our failure as guards. We didn't detect any anomalies beforehand.
As for Phinks—his sudden appearance is baffling. He came from outside and attacked Viktor, a private soldier of the First Prince. We suspect Viktor lured Phinks into Zone 12.
And Viktor, upon entering, attacked indiscriminately. We plan to sue the First Prince for authorizing this."
"Rejected. Sorry," the man said, pushing up his glasses. "The Ninth Prince and his soldiers confirm Phinks left Zone 9 after provoking them and entered Zone 12. The blood trail proves it. Viktor may have erred, but that doesn't warrant a lawsuit."
"I'm Sakata, representing the Third Prince. I accuse the Second Queen of attempted murder of the Twelfth Prince. There are witnesses to Slaka's attack—and his charge at the Twelfth Prince."
Several guards confirmed they could testify.
"We will investigate the Second Queen and move her to the VVIP area under surveillance. Trial date TBD—prepare your documents," the agent replied briskly.
They'd clearly anticipated this. Slaka's attack had undeniable evidence.
Still, everyone, including Kurapika, knew this case would likely go nowhere.
Slaka had mumbled things like "It asked me" and "I was compelled."
Another similar case was already in the VVIP zone.
And someone had informed the Bureau ahead of time about Slaka's mental instability—further weakening the prosecution.
Seeing no one argue, the official nodded. "Thank you. We'll notify you of any updates."
He stood, leaving with the Justice Bureau and Royal Guards.
They took one person: Prince 13's guard, the hunter Belliante, who volunteered to testify that Slaka had been manipulated—and said he too was a potential target.
In truth, the Royal Guard was protecting him.
Joey and Kurapika understood—it was Belliante's self-preservation tactic. And they couldn't stop him.
With the official party gone, high-ranking princes once again extended invitations to Zone 12.
This time from Princes 3 and 7—both major backers of Kakin's three mafia families.
Joey wouldn't be accompanying Kurapika—so Kurapika had to handle everything himself.
Joey's clone remained to guard Prince Momose.
From the recent events—especially Slaka's attack—it was clear that aside from Sakata, the rest of the guards were loyal to the Twelfth Prince.
So Joey and Biscuit only had to worry about outside threats.
It was relatively calm.
But not so in Zones 10 and 11, where the Justice Bureau and Royal Guards intervened.
Because Princes 10 and 11 had vanished.
Two living royals—gone without a trace.
No matter how many times they scoured Zones 10 and 11, there was no sign of them.
The Royal Guard lumped it with the Fourth Prince's disappearance.
Internally, though, they knew this was different. The two princes weren't dead—they had truly vanished.
But how many other princes should be told?
And where had the missing royals gone?
In the VVIP area, First Prince and Barusanmilko were first to receive the intel.
Still, events had exceeded even their predictions—especially Viktor's unexpected death, which wrecked their plans.
It seemed that every time something involved Zone 12… they took the biggest hit.
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New translation : Naruto : I Got "Return by Death" Kind Of Cheat
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