If you dare to spit it out, I'll kick you out."
The sudden voice interrupted the violent churning in Rimo 's stomach.
Almost instantly, the instincts carved into his body reacted before his mind could process anything. The urge to vomit was forcibly suppressed, and his muscles tightened on their own.
Rimo subconsciously took a defensive posture and turned his gaze toward the source of the voice.
Standing by the doorway was a little girl who looked no more than eleven years old. Her hair was a strange mix of purple and pink, slightly messy, yet strangely neat at the same time. She leaned casually against the doorframe, arms folded, eyes cold and calm as she stared at Rimo without the slightest emotion.
Although she was still very young, her facial structure was already well-defined. It was easy to imagine that when she grew up, she would become an extremely striking beauty.
That familiar purplish-red hair.
That familiar face, even though it still carried childish features.
Rimo froze.
In his previous life, Rimo was a hardcore anime fan. And as one of the undeniable masterpieces, Hunter x Hunter was something he had watched more than once.
From the moment he absorbed Mo's memories, he had already confirmed that he had crossed into the world of Hunter x Hunter.
But what he did not expect was to encounter Machi Komacine, a core member of the Phantom Troupe, this early.
And judging from the situation, she was the one who had brought him back.
Before losing consciousness, Rimo clearly remembered the burning pain all over his body, the tearing sensation, and the fact that he had been riddled with bullets.
Yet now, not only was he alive, but there was no pain at all.
It was as if his body had never been injured.
"You seem to know me."
Machi spoke calmly. Her tone was flat, but her eyes never left Rimo 's face. Ever since she was young, Machi had trusted her intuition more than logic.
"Ah… yeah. You, Uvogin, and Nobunaga are pretty famous. Your names spread around Meteor City a lot."
Rimo answered honestly. Those memories truly existed in Mo's past.
Hearing this, Machi nodded slightly. There was no doubt in her expression.
The reputation of their small group had long spread throughout Meteor City. Otherwise, the hyenas outside wouldn't have retreated without a fight earlier.
This also confirmed something important.
The boy in front of her was from Meteor City.
Not an outsider from the underworld.
"Did you… save me?"
Rimo hesitated briefly before asking. He didn't know why, but Machi didn't strike him as the kind of person who would casually help strangers.
"No."
Machi stared at him for a few seconds, then answered coldly.
"You were already like that when I found you."
Rimo frowned slightly.
So it wasn't her doing?
Could it be… the effect of transmigration itself?
At this moment, Rimo had no idea that when he crossed over, he had already fused with something akin to absolute physical reconstruction, an ability that worked independently of Nen.
He clenched his fists slightly.
There was no obvious change in strength. His memories were intact.
Whatever had changed, now clearly wasn't the time to test it.
"I see… Either way, thanks for bringing me back. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Rimo ."
Machi didn't respond. She merely glanced at him once before looking away.
She had no intention of explaining her intuition or sixth sense to someone she had just met.
An awkward silence followed.
Just as Rimo was thinking about what to say next, the door suddenly burst open.
"Hahaha! Machi, come look at what we got this time! Not only black cakes, but two whole chickens!"
Uvogin's loud laughter filled the room as his massive figure squeezed inside, holding two plucked chickens in his hands.
"Oh? You're awake, little brother."
Uvogin greeted Rimo naturally, as if waking up next to corpses was an everyday thing.
The previously stiff atmosphere instantly broke.
"Hello. My name is Rimo . Thank you for bringing me back."
"Ahahaha! No need to thank me!"
Uvogin waved his hand casually.
"Machi told me to bring you back anyway."
"Uvogin! You bastard!"
Nobunaga suddenly appeared behind him and kicked him hard in the back.
"You ran off with two chickens and left me carrying a whole box of black cakes alone!"
Nobunaga entered the room, sword at his waist. When he noticed Rimo was awake, his eyes narrowed slightly, still carrying a trace of vigilance.
"Oh… you're awake."
Before he could finish his sentence—
Bang!
Uvogin recovered his balance and punched Nobunaga straight out of the room.
"Nobunaga! You want to fight?! Hahaha! Let's make this our 376th duel!"
Nobunaga leapt back up, furious.
"Come on then! Who's afraid of you, you muscle-brained idiot!"
The two immediately started fighting with fists and kicks, shaking the room.
Rimo twitched at the corner of his mouth and turned to Machi.
"They've always been… this close?"
Machi rubbed her temples.
Despite being the youngest, most real decisions in this trio were made by her.
Both Uvogin and Nobunaga were Enhancers, and neither was known for thinking things through.
"Both of you, don't destroy the house."
Machi finally spoke.
"Relax, it won't break—ah!!"
Uvogin seized the opening.
"Found the flaw! Thousand-year kill!"
Nobunaga screamed and jumped up in pain.
Uvogin laughed loudly.
"205 wins, 78 draws, 93 losses! You'll never catch up, Nobunaga!"
"That doesn't count! Sneak attacks don't count!" Nobunaga shouted furiously.
Machi sighed, picked up the chickens, and interrupted them.
"Enough. Eat now. If we wait any longer, the meat will go bad."
She then looked at Rimo .
"You too. You're coming. This counts as part of the exchange for taking your things."
In Meteor City, meat was a luxury.
Rimo was genuinely surprised.
"Thank you… Machi."
The simple roasting was crude. No seasoning. No preparation.
Uvogin and Nobunaga ate enthusiastically, but Rimo couldn't bring himself to eat.
The black cake reminded him of compressed protein bricks from his previous life.
His appetite vanished.
"Why aren't you eating?" Uvogin asked.
Before Rimo could respond—
A strange sensation surged through his body.
Instinctively, Rimo opened his right hand.
In the next instant, a perfectly cooked Kobe steak appeared in his palm.
The room went silent.