The sky was still dark, though the rain had lightened somewhat.
Judging by his body clock, it should be around four in the morning.
The night was not especially cold, so it was probably late summer. Under normal circumstances, the sun should begin rising in about two hours.
Sunlight would help him recover his ability to move more quickly.
However, whether this place still followed the laws Roki was familiar with was something he could not be sure of.
Taking a deep breath, Roki had already gained a rough understanding of the system's rules.
"Random Simulation, judging from what just happened, probably doesn't preserve my consciousness. It's basically like watching someone else's life."
"Regional Simulation probably lets me begin a new life in the current area, growing up and dying as a local native. Based on the description, it should preserve my consciousness."
"Future Simulation is the easiest to understand. It projects the future. But it requires energy, and I have no idea what that energy actually is."
At the moment, both Regional Simulation and Future Simulation each showed one available use.
"The most important thing right now is figuring out where exactly I transmigrated to."
"And if I choose Life Experience and gain firsthand experience living here, then using Future Simulation afterward will bring better returns. At least I won't be running around like a headless fly and wasting a simulation chance for nothing."
Roki no longer hesitated and first selected Regional Simulation.
The system interface flashed with color!
"Ding!"
"The following talents have been drawn: [Coward] [Survival Master] [Sharp Eyes]"
[White] [Coward]: When faced with terrifying things, you cannot help but shrink back. Even when others mock you, you never argue back.
[White] [Survival Master]: On simple difficulty, your abundant knowledge is enough to ensure your survival. Put in a little more effort, and perhaps you may even learn to enjoy life.
[Blue] [Sharp Eyes]: These sharp eyes can see farther and see more.
Three talents. Two white, one blue.
From the system, he had learned that even the same kind of talent could appear at different rarity levels. Based on color, from common to rare, they were White, Green, Blue, Purple, and Gold.
Given the "honest local customs" of this place, the white talents Survival Master and Coward were suitable for lying low and steadily developing.
As for the blue-ranked Sharp Eyes, it would help him detect danger.
A pretty stable setup.
"Hopefully I'm not jinxing myself..."
Roki muttered under his breath.
[The wheel of fate begins to turn.]
[A new life begins...]
[At age one, you are born in this place.]
[Your parents welcome your arrival warmly.]
[At age two, you learn how to walk. The shadows outside the window always frighten you, making you throw yourself into your mother's arms.]
Seeing this, Roki thought for a moment.
"Wasn't it supposed to preserve my consciousness?"
After all, he did not think he would make that kind of reaction if he were truly conscious.
[At age three, you can fluently speak with your parents, and you notice that your father's temper is getting worse and worse.]
[At age four, you pass through some fairly happy days.]
[At age five, you grow cuter than other children your age, and your household replaces its furniture with better things.]
[At age nine, the sofa at home becomes worn out. You rarely go out to see people, because you are always mocked for being a coward.]
[At age ten, the day before your birthday, your mother prepares a cake for you and tells you that your father will come back to celebrate your birthday with you.]
[Near midnight, you hear an eruption of gunfire.]
[Covered in blood, your mother carries the cowardly you as she runs through the entire night.]
[You are so frightened that you do not dare speak. Even when the soles of your feet are rubbed raw, you do not dare stop. Only when your mother collapses do you stop moving.]
[At midnight, your original memories awaken.]
[At age eleven, relying on the knowledge in your mind, you barely survive in a region piled with garbage.]
[You only go after things you are certain you can obtain, and never take risks. Anyone who tries to target you is always discovered in advance by your eyes.]
[You gain a certain amount of fame. Quite a few people come to know you, and they affectionately call you "Coward Roki."]
[One night, you hear from others that a boy named Chrollo Lucilfer has formed some kind of group and is trying to leave Meteor City. They mock those children, then jokingly ask whether you want to join the little team.]
"Well, damn. Meteor City, Chrollo."
Roki finally understood what kind of world he had arrived in.
Hunter x Hunter.
That legendary masterpiece from the industry's most famously erratic genius, Togashi-sensei!
In this world, there were Hunters who used power for all kinds of goals, mafias who fought each other for profit, nations that ruled humanity, organizations with all sorts of strange styles, and the terrifying unexplored Dark Continent...
And above all, there was a special power unique to this world: Nen!
The power of Nen could strengthen an individual to an extraordinary degree.
And the place where he currently was happened to be somewhere called Meteor City!
Roki vaguely remembered the description of Meteor City.
Anything abandoned here would be accepted.
Trash, weapons, corpses, infants...
Anything this world cast aside, the residents here would take it all in.
The most memorable thing about Meteor City was this:
We accept anything, but do not ever take anything away from us.
That was the creed of the people who lived here.
Ten years before the original story began, the elders of Meteor City launched a retaliation.
A certain country suspected an undocumented drifter of murder and arrested him. After checking his identity, they found he had no nationality and no proof of existence in any society.
The drifter himself claimed to be a resident of Meteor City. That country forcibly prosecuted him even though he denied the charges. The court never even gave him a chance to explain before declaring him guilty.
Three years later, after learning that the drifter had been innocent, the elders of Meteor City arranged for the 31 people connected to that wrongful conviction to be blown up.
We accept anything, but do not ever take anything away from us.
...
Starting in Meteor City definitely could not be called ideal.
But...
Roki still became excited.
"This is actually great. The me inside the simulation, after awakening my memories, should understand that if I want to live in this world with dignity, I absolutely have to master Nen!"
"The fastest and safest route is to make contact with thirteen-year-old Chrollo and use Baptism to awaken Nen!"
There were generally two ways to awaken Nen.
The first was through constant training, gradually sensing the power of Nen, with the time required to awaken it depending on a person's talent and aptitude.
The second was to be "attacked" by someone who had already mastered Nen, thereby becoming aware of the existence of one's own Nen and using willpower to control it so it would no longer dissipate freely, eventually gaining command over it.
This method was also known as Baptism.
Baptism was extremely dangerous. Most people were attacked by malicious Nen users, and only after paying the price of a damaged body could they sense Nen and barely grasp its power.
If, during Baptism, all of the body's aura nodes were opened, yet the person could not control their Nen before it all leaked away, then the loss of Nen would also result in death.
(End of Chapter)
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