Reincarnated As Young King of Meteor City(Meruem-HxH)

"What's your name?" Haruto inquired, studying the man with interest.

Giving a deep bow with his arm across his chest, the man spoke, "Hisoka Mallow, honored to be in your presence, Your Highness." His eyes, though, were looking at Haruto as if he was the most delicious morsel in the world. His lips curled upwards, and his body quivered with anticipation and an eerie arousal.

Haruto's frown deepened at Hisoka's unsettling behavior. With a single thought, he flared his aura. The overwhelming power filled the room, easily suppressing everyone present. Hisoka's expression momentarily turned serious, although the smirk never fully disappeared from his face.

"Why do you seek to join us?" Haruto asked, his gaze fixed on Hisoka.

Hisoka's smirk widened, his eyes dancing with an odd mixture of thrill and satisfaction. "I want to kill you," he announced.

The declaration was met with sudden silence. Before anyone could react, a blade, held by none other than Canary, appeared at Hisoka's neck, drawing a thin line of blood. Her expression was rigid, her gaze filled with deadly intent.

"Canary, step back," Haruto commanded, his tone as calm as the still surface of a lake. She complied, yet the coldness in her eyes didn't wane. Haruto turned back to Hisoka. "You love the thrill of battles?" he stated more than asked.

"Yes," Hisoka responded, ignoring the blade at his throat and the girl who held it. His grin never faltered.

"And why didn't you simply challenge me? I could have entertained your request for a fight," Haruto pointed out, his tone measured.

Hisoka chuckled, the sound echoing ominously in the otherwise silent room. "Oh, that wouldn't be nearly as exciting, Your Highness. I want to be a part of your Kingdom, watch you, and then challenge you."

"No," Haruto declared firmly, his gaze locked on Hisoka's playful grin. His voice echoed in the silence of the room, a chilling finality in its tone.

Hisoka froze, his wild eyes widened at the unexpected refusal. He seemed taken aback, the smirk that previously dominated his face faded, replaced by a disoriented frown. "Acting out of your script?" Haruto asked, a subtle smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Hisoka's confusion was visible, his lips parting slightly to ask a question, but Haruto cut him off. "Should I say yes, because I am the mighty brave King? Should I be ashamed of refusing because it would show me as a coward?" he mocked, his voice dipped with an icy sarcasm.

Hisoka remained silent, his confusion deepening as Haruto continued, "Should I let you in, give you insight about my abilities, then beat you anyway, because I am that great?" His words hung in the air, a rhetorical question with a silent answer. Hisoka's grin returned, slightly forced, as if he had just swallowed something sour.

Haruto's smirk grew wider, transforming into a wild grin, his eyes gleaming with a savage amusement. "Do you think I need such tricks to prove my superiority?" His tone was light, but the threat in his words was palpable.

The silence in the room was oppressive, an almost physical force that pinned Hisoka in place. Then, without warning, Haruto unleashed his Nen. The sheer force of his aura filled the room, as wild and untamed as the raging ocean during a storm. Its intensity, its potency, was suffocating.

Hisoka staggered, his knees buckling under the pressure. His composure shattered, the usual cocky grin was wiped from his face, replaced with an expression of utter shock. He fell onto his knees, hands clutching the floor as if it was the only thing tethering him to reality. His face contorted, his body shivered, as if he was being crushed by a colossal weight.

Haruto's eyes were cold, his grin even colder. He stood there, watching as Hisoka struggled to maintain his consciousness. His aura was a roaring beast, a wild force of nature, pushing everything away, exerting his dominance over the room. It wasn't simply an exhibition of his Nen; it was an assertion of his superiority, a manifestation of his King-like aura.

The wild aura gradually receded, and with it, the crushing pressure. Hisoka gasped for breath, each gulp of air felt like a gulp of life. He looked up at Haruto, his gaze filled with a mix of fear and newfound respect. Haruto simply smirked, his eyes reflecting the satisfaction of a lion watching its prey crumble before him.

"Remember this, Hisoka Mallow," Haruto spoke, his voice smooth yet carrying a threatening undertone. "You are the one who challenged me, and it is I who have defeated you without even lifting a finger."

Hisoka swallowed, his throat dry, his heart still pounding from the overwhelming experience. He attempted to respond, but words seemed to have abandoned him in the face of Haruto's overwhelming power.

"And why didn't you simply challenge me? I could have entertained your request for a fight," Haruto pointed out, his tone measured.

Hisoka chuckled, the sound echoing ominously in the otherwise silent room. "Oh, that wouldn't be nearly as exciting, Your Highness. I want to be a part of your Kingdom, watch you, and then challenge you."

"No," Haruto declared firmly, his gaze locked on Hisoka's playful grin. His voice echoed in the silence of the room, a chilling finality in its tone.

Hisoka froze, his wild eyes widened at the unexpected refusal. He seemed taken aback, the smirk that previously dominated his face faded, replaced by a disoriented frown. "Acting out of your script?" Haruto asked, a subtle smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

Hisoka's confusion was visible, his lips parting slightly to ask a question, but Haruto cut him off. "Should I say yes, because I am the mighty brave King? Should I be ashamed of refusing because it would show me as a coward?" he mocked, his voice dipped with an icy sarcasm.

Hisoka remained silent, his confusion deepening as Haruto continued, "Should I let you in, give you insight about my abilities, then beat you anyway, because I am that great?" His words hung in the air, a rhetorical question with a silent answer. Hisoka's grin returned, slightly forced, as if he had just swallowed something sour.

Haruto's smirk grew wider, transforming into a wild grin, his eyes gleaming with a savage amusement. "Do you think I need such tricks to prove my superiority?" His tone was light, but the threat in his words was palpable.