Chapter 1

"Finally..."

In the quiet, dimly lit room, Moyou looked down at his palm, where the gentle light was reflected in his dark pupils.

A white light was floating in his hand, appearing extremely unstable.

This white light was the life energy that naturally flows out of the human body, also known as "aura."

Ordinary people find it difficult to sense the existence of "aura," so they can only let it flow out naturally.

Sensing "aura," releasing "aura," and retaining "aura."

This process has never been an easy task.

Moyou felt his way forward, spending nearly a year to barely control the "aura."

This stage marked his formal crossing of the threshold named "Nen."

However, what made him even happier than this significant first step was—

"Mastering 'Ten' was expected, but most importantly... my soul has finally synchronized."

Moyou slowly exhaled, his mood suddenly becoming somewhat complex, and he whispered to himself, "It's been a year already, time flies so fast..."

A year ago, he was driving back to his hometown.

But while passing through a highway tunnel, a large mass of extremely low visibility fog appeared ahead.

His reaction was not slow; he lightly pressed the brakes and turned on the fog lights.

However, the moment he and his car plunged into the fog, his vision suddenly spun, and when he came to, his soul was already attached to the body of Moyou Isaac.

At the same time, various fragmented memories appeared in his mind.

Moyou was completely bewildered at the time, not knowing what had happened.

Moreover, these fragmented memories in his head not only failed to help him quickly understand the situation but also caused various physical and mental issues.

More troubling was that everything was initially unfamiliar to him.

Fortunately, the original owner of the body seemed to have fallen into a coma due to head trauma...

This gave him an excuse for amnesia, allowing him to gradually familiarize himself with the environment.

In the following year, Moyou stayed indoors, overcoming various physical issues while studying, reading, and exercising.

Through various books and by processing some of the memory fragments, he learned that he had been transported to the world of Hunter x Hunter and began to try to sense the existence of "aura."

Until today, his efforts have borne fruit.

Now, he felt a sense of renewal, as if his entire body was light.

"But there's still a long way to go..."

Moyou focused his mind, imagining the life energy flowing out of his body wrapping around him.

After realizing he was in the world of Hunter x Hunter, his first thought was to learn "Nen."

This was a very important support and guarantee for him, so he had to master this power better.

In the dark room, a white light floated, undulating like waves.

As time passed—

The undulating white light gradually stabilized, visible to the naked eye.

This indicated that Moyou had initially mastered "Ten," able to steadily wrap "aura" around his body.

"Progress is fast."

Moyou looked down at the "aura" flowing smoothly around his body, quite surprised.

He had expected the process from undulating to smooth to take a lot of time, but it was accomplished in less than ten minutes.

Was it because the body's rejection reaction had disappeared, leading to such high efficiency?

There was no way to know.

Moyou did not dwell on this issue.

After the "aura" wrapping state stabilized, the next goal was to make this state instinctive.

At that level, it would be like having a transparent, all-around, seamless armor on his body at all times.

At the same time, retaining and wrapping "aura" that would otherwise flow out, day and night, would suppress the consumption of "life energy," making longevity a non-issue.

Thinking about this, Moyou looked out the window at the night sky, feeling motivated.

Now, it was time to embrace this new world.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Moyou's gaze was drawn to a strange object on the window sill.

"That is..."

He focused his eyes.

The strange object was a wisp of black aura, floating like willow fluff above the window sill.

"Black aura, very weak."

Moyou stared at the wisp of black aura.

He immediately recognized that this black aura was the "aura" left behind by a human after death, which could also be considered the residual "Nen," "death aura," "obsession," "spirit," or even "resentment."

In this world, the "Nen" left behind after death is a fairly common existence.

However, the "Nen" left behind by ordinary people is usually extremely weak, with almost no presence, and does not affect reality in any way.

Only "Nen" that has been infused with intense emotions before death possesses a certain degree of strength and the power to influence reality.

However, the "Nen" left behind by ordinary people, even if infused with intense emotions, usually does not pose a threat to Nen users.

Interestingly, in a world where anyone can learn "Nen" through gradual practice...

Most Nen users do not have the ability to eliminate "resentment," even if it poses no threat.

Only a small group of Nen users known as "Nen Exorcists" have the ability to eliminate "Nen."

The wisp of black energy in front of him was "Nen" dyed black by intense emotions.

It had always been there, but the previous Moyou could not see it.

Now, Moyou could open his "spiritual pores" and had already mastered "Ten," so he could see the "resentment" that ordinary people could not see with the help of the "aura" gathered around his body.

"Why would there be resentment in the temple? Could it be..."

Moyou raised a finger to his chin, his eyes filled with contemplation.

The home of his predecessor was a temple built on a mountain in a scenic area, and his father was a monk who did not abstain from alcohol or meat.

To say what was special about the temple—

Besides fortune-telling, incense burning, and tossing coins into the pond in front of the main hall to make wishes, there was also the placement of relics.

Placing the deceased's relics along with their wishes on the offering table was one of the temple's unique features.

So,

This wisp of resentment likely originated from the pile of relics.

Moyou got up and slowly approached the window, observing the wisp of black resentment up close.

It was very weak, with a sense of dispersing at the slightest touch.

For ordinary people, it posed no threat, let alone for him, who had just crossed the threshold of Nen users.

"Huh?"

Moyou looked down at the bottom of the resentment.

He noticed that this wisp of resentment was not a rootless floater; at its bottom was a finer black thread.

"Thread?"

Moyou's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously followed the black thread to the courtyard outside the window.

From his angle, he could see the courtyard in front of the main hall, paved with green bricks, and in the center, a pond about half the size of a basketball court.

The pond, called a "release pond," actually contained no living creatures, only water and coins covering the entire bottom.

At that moment,

Moyou's attention was firmly drawn to the release pond.

Under the moonlight, the calm surface of the release pond was covered with a thick, black resentment, emitting a chilling and intense aura.

Cold, agitated.

Filled with extreme malice!

Just the moment he took in this scene, Moyou felt a significant threat.

"Is this a joke..."

This scene that entered his field of vision made Moyou widen his eyes.

A chill ran up his spine, quickly spreading throughout his body.

Why would his ordinary temple be filled with such an astonishing amount of resentment?

This was not something that could be generated by a pile of relics!

Such intensity would likely kill an ordinary person with just a slight touch.

Yet, he had been here for a year and had not noticed the large mass of resentment gathered in the release pond?

And the tourists who visited the temple to burn incense and toss coins into the pond to make wishes had never experienced any issues.

Many questions flashed through Moyou's mind.

At the same time, due to the dangerous aura emitted by the mass of resentment, Moyou quickly retreated, wanting to stay far away from this extremely dangerous resentment.

It was unclear whether it was Moyou's gaze or his retreat that stimulated the resentment in the release pond, or if it was attracted by the "aura" on Moyou's body.

The thick mass of resentment seemed to gain consciousness, quickly contracting its form and lunging at Moyou.

It moved extremely fast, crossing several dozen meters in an instant and reaching Moyou.

Moyou felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, only managing to release as much "aura" as possible to form a defense before being hit by the mass of resentment and losing consciousness.

The black mass of resentment did not continue to attack Moyou but remained suspended in the air.

The room was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard, and the moonlight outside the window quietly disappeared, the night as dark as ink, with a sense of oppression everywhere.

This small temple on the mountaintop seemed to hide unknown secrets.

After about three seconds,

The black mass of resentment again showed an attack posture.

But just as the black mass of resentment lunged at Moyou, a circular opening suddenly expanded on the surface of the release pond, like a manhole cover being lifted.

In the center of the circular opening, a red arrow pointing straight appeared.

The moment this manhole-like opening appeared on the surface of the release pond, the black mass of resentment that was lunging at Moyou suddenly froze in mid-air.

Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, the black mass of resentment was drawn toward the circular opening on the surface of the release pond.

The black mass of resentment struggled fiercely, but to no avail.

In just a few moments, it was pulled into the opening and disappeared without a trace.

With the disappearance of the black mass of resentment, the circular opening suddenly shrank to a black dot and vanished into thin air.

The room instantly became so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

After a while,

A small black dot with a glowing edge appeared on the wall by the window, then expanded into a black circular opening over a meter in diameter.

In the pitch-black opening, a green arrow pointing straight was suspended.

Silently, the green light became increasingly hazy.

Then, two figures, one large and one small, emerged from the hazy green light.

The larger figure was a bald middle-aged man with a full beard but no eyebrows.

This bald middle-aged man was none other than Moyou's predecessor's father, Hawk.

The smaller figure was a rat about the size of a soccer ball with a rather peculiar appearance.

The rat had no nose or mouth, and its large, round eyes almost took up half of its face. Its ears had no visible earlobes, only a ring of mosquito-like patterns.

On the rat's forehead was a three-dimensional straight arrow, and at the tip of its long tail, a small, angry face made of "aura" was condensed.

Hawk was enveloped in a bright layer of Nen light. After emerging from the green arrow straight passage, he quickly approached Moyou.

The peculiar rat followed closely behind Hawk, walking silently.

Hawk squatted down, checking Moyou's condition, and breathed a sigh of relief upon confirming that the injuries were not severe.

"Moyou, you kid..."

Hawk stared at Moyou's face with a strange look and muttered,

"Clearly knowing nothing about 'Nen,' you can awaken it under the suppression of 'Divine Word'... Is it a lucky accident, or are you exceptionally talented?"

After a pause, Hawk sighed, his face showing concern.

"Before thoroughly resolving the 'cost,' awakening 'Nen' is not a good thing for you."

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The next morning.

Soft morning light filtered through the window, filling the room.

Moyou suddenly opened his eyes and reflexively sprang out of bed.

Without hesitation, he maintained the "Ten" state, then jumped off the bed and leaned against the window, cautiously glancing at the release pond.

The courtyard was shrouded in a thin mist, with morning light weaving through it, creating a dreamlike scene.

The large mass of resentment he had seen last night was now gone.

"It's gone..."

Moyou frowned and whispered, "Was it a dream?"

He pressed his hand to his chest.

The intense pain he felt at the moment of the attack was so real.

If he had really been hit by that level of resentment, he would not be unharmed.

But—

His body was indeed intact.

"Maybe I was just too tired."

Moyou shook his head slightly, attributing last night's experience to a nightmare, and then headed to the bathroom.

Rushing water poured out as he turned on the faucet.

Moyou cupped water to wash his face and then looked in the mirror.

The mirror, with some water droplets, reflected a pale, delicate face with fine features.

13 years old.

This was the age of his current body.

Although he was young, his appearance was quite attractive.

Moyou's previous life also had a good-looking face, so he was pursued by many girls.

But compared to his current appearance, there was a significant difference.

Sometimes, when he looked in the mirror for a while, he would doubt whether he was really Hawk's biological son.

Just as Moyou was musing, a voice suddenly sounded in his head without any warning—

"Because your appearance is particularly outstanding, the observer is very satisfied. Your exorcism count +1"

"???"

Moyou was stunned.