Chapter 1

Ji Heping, an ordinary young man of the 21st century.

His parents gave him this name with three meanings.

First, the country is at peace, without disasters or wars. Second, society is harmonious and fulfilling. Third, life is happy and safe.

The first two meanings were barely achieved, but the third had nothing to do with Ji Heping.

His father gambled and drank all day, often resorting to domestic violence.

Young Ji Heping saw all of this, kept it in his heart, but felt no emotional stir.

At the age of three, his mother left the family, citing work as her reason.

A year later, his parents divorced, and Ji Heping was awarded to his father, who was only four at the time.

The image of his mother was clearly imprinted in his mind, and he never saw her again after he was four.

Even twenty years later, the scene was still vivid in his mind.

After his parents divorced, his father worked outside, and Ji Heping lived in the countryside with his grandparents as a left-behind child.

Both his grandparents had stubborn tempers and argued every day.

No matter how they argued, Ji Heping felt no emotional stir, as if he was born to be "cold-blooded."

At the age of twelve, his grandfather passed away, and his father, who only returned home once a year, had to take leave to handle the funeral.

After his grandfather's death, his grandmother developed dementia and passed away three years later.

His father still returned home once a year, but the time he spent at home became shorter and shorter.

From the age of twelve, Ji Heping lived alone, eating, watching TV, and sleeping by himself.

But he felt that life was just like this.

It seemed that he was born to be so lonely.

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Time flies, and twenty years passed in the blink of an eye.

"This sh*tty life."

Ji Heping, dressed in a suit, stood on the subway platform, his eyes lowered, scanning the people around him who were engrossed in their phones.

"Honk..."

The subway arrived and stopped at the platform. Without waiting for the people inside to get out, a dozen people rushed in, afraid of being left behind.

Ji Heping stood still, waiting for them to squeeze in before slowly stepping towards the door.

"Ouch~"

As Ji Heping stepped onto the door, a cry of pain came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw an old woman with white hair lying on the platform, her brows furrowed in pain.

"What's wrong with the old lady?"

"Probably a heart attack or something?"

People on their way to work gathered around the door, and people on the platform also looked at the fallen old lady, discussing the situation.

Ji Heping watched the scene coldly, and no one helped the old lady until the subway left the platform.

"This sh*tty society."

Ji Heping repeated the same routine every day.

He woke up at 7:10 AM, washed up, and left at 7:40 AM. It took him ten minutes to walk to the subway station and another five minutes to wait for the subway.

A thirty-minute ride, followed by a five-minute walk to the company, where he solved his breakfast in fifteen minutes.

After finishing breakfast, he entered the lobby of the office building, where six elevators each had a long queue. He had to wait in line for ten minutes before entering the elevator.

He usually entered the company between 9:00 and 9:01 AM.

"Ding, check-in successful."

At this time, an envious gaze usually fell on him, from the administrative staff.

From 9:00 to 10:00 AM, after organizing his daily work, Ji Heping got into his boss's car to attend the monthly manager's meeting at headquarters.

In the car, Ji Heping looked out the window at the bright sky, with the sun shining and no clouds in sight.

"Hmm?"

A black dot in the sky caught his attention.

"What's wrong?"

The boss, who was driving, asked him. Ji Heping, looking at the black dot in the sky, shook his head lightly.

"Nothing."

Ji Heping rested his right hand on the window, supporting his chin, and as he watched, his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Why does it feel... like the black dot is getting bigger?"

In fact, the black dot was not only getting bigger but also rapidly falling towards the city where Ji Heping was.

"Is it a meteor?"

Ji Heping muttered to himself, watching the growing black dot, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

Ji Heping had a special sense of danger from a young age, which had once helped him avoid an earthquake.

It was during the summer vacation of his college years. He was originally planning to travel to a famous tourist destination, but two days before departure, Ji Heping suddenly felt it was not a good time to go, so he played around in nearby provinces for three days.

On the fourth day, he saw the news: the tourist destination he was supposed to go to had experienced a 7.0 magnitude earthquake, with 32 deaths, 665 injuries, 10 missing, and 120,000 people affected (including tourists).

As Ji Heping was recalling this, the black dot was rapidly falling, until it was fully in his sight.

"This sh*tty world."

This was the last thought that rose in Ji Heping's heart.

"Boom!!!"

With a loud explosion, a black object fell from the sky, piercing through the car roof and hitting Ji Heping's temple.

Ten minutes later, a news story spread rapidly on the internet worldwide.

On April 1, 2018, at around 10:23 AM, a meteorite fell on a vehicle on Tianfu Avenue in Huasha City, causing one death and four injuries (from the car accident).

But people were not concerned about these details; they were more interested in the person killed by the meteorite.

Ji Heping had the unfortunate distinction of being the first and only person in history to be killed by a meteorite, thus entering the annals of history.

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Hunter World, 1978 AD.

Bartorcia Republic, Dentora Region, Kukuroku Mountain.

On this mountain, which stands at an altitude of 3,722 meters, sits the Zoldyck family's mansion halfway up the mountain.

In the forest of Kukuroku Mountain, a small figure was walking through the jungle, holding a branch stripped of leaves.

With pure black eyes, short hair, and a pure black children's suit, this was Ji Heping, who had been transported to this world.

Now, he is called Illumi, aged three, a member of the Zoldyck family, known for their assassins.

"Rustle..."

Illumi pushed aside the bushes in front of him, bent over, and walked out of the bushes, seeing his twin brother, Killua, playing in the sandbox at the playground.

"Master Illumi!"

"You can't go into the forest alone."

The curly-haired maid, who was supervising Killua, quickly ran to Illumi, crouched down, and checked him over.

"Illumi, where did you go?"

Killua, who was kneeling in the sand, playing with it, looked blankly at Illumi, who was walking out of the bushes.

At this moment, Killua still had short hair, with the same bangs as Illumi.

The two were twin brothers, naturally looking similar, but there were differences.

Killua had a poker face, rarely showing any expression, making it hard to guess his thoughts, and his most distinctive feature was his lifeless eyes.

However, in his actions and speech, he was still very childish.

Illumi's facial expressions were also rare, but he gave off a sense of stability, and his actions were very meticulous, making it hard to believe he was only three years old.

He always gave the impression of being an adult.

"Nothing, just wandered around a bit."

Illumi replied casually, easily crossing the playground fence, crouching in front of Killua, and picking up a toy from the side.