Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth.

Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

Author: Chongtian Xuebi

Summary:

I died, and then I came back to life.

I was transported into the body of a dead person.

A stranger saved me; he said his name was Kim.

Golden Fortune.

Weird name.

He said he killed me and then watched me come back to life.

So here's the question: what do we do now?

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My original body died and gained what is called "post-death consciousness," and I, who transmigrated here, can also develop my own abilities.

1+1 = Infinite growth.

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Chapter 1: Transmigration X Stranger

"boom!"

With the sound of impact, Zhong Wen felt himself being lifted into the air.

Exhausted and disoriented, before I could even feel the pain, darkness enveloped me.

"Hmph! Inhale, exhale, inhale... exhale~"

Zhong Wen suddenly sat up, breathing heavily and panting.

I am dead?

This question kept replaying in my mind.

As my thoughts returned to normal, my mind gradually cleared.

This problem then disappears immediately.

He could clearly feel that he was alive, not asleep but awake.

Zhong Wen glanced at him and saw that he was covered with a gray-black blanket.

Although I had just woken up, I didn't feel any pain, only a slight feeling of fatigue.

No, Zhong Wen didn't think his previous vivid experience was a dream.

He was indeed walking on the road when he was hit and thrown into the air by a dump truck.

That couldn't be a dream, it felt too real.

Even if it was a dream, I shouldn't be here in the first place.

This is a tent with something that looks like an oil lamp hanging overhead, but it should be an electric light inside.

If this isn't a dream, I should be at home.

If you were indeed hit by a car, you should be at the hospital.

Instead of here, in the tent.

So, I'm dead, and this is... the afterlife?

Or perhaps it was a time-travel experience?

Although this possibility is extremely far-fetched, I have seen too many similar works.

It's hard not to think this way.

Zhong Wenzheng wanted to reach out and take a look.

Suddenly, a slightly mature voice came from the side.

"you're awake."

Zhong Wen suddenly turned his head to look over.

There was someone right next to me the whole time. Perhaps because I hadn't made a sound before, or perhaps I was a little distracted, he didn't notice me.

This is a man who is probably around 30 to 40 years old. His skin is slightly dark, and he is somewhat unkempt, with stubble that is only half shaved.

She was wearing a thin white tank top and sat casually cross-legged to the side.

In front of him was a laptop that looked rather bulky.

He held a razor in his hand, his brown eyes staring intently at me.

He seemed to have only scratched halfway through, casually flipping the mirror in front of him and placing it aside.

Looking at himself, he continued shaving the stubble on his chin without stopping.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Zhong Wen, who had been observing him closely, finally snapped out of his daze and quickly nodded.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to the mirror next to me. Because of the angle, it reflected light, drawing my attention to it.

Although the mirror was small, he could clearly see most of his face in it.

My body twitched involuntarily, my heart started racing uncontrollably, and my hand instinctively reached out to touch my face.

Because the face in the mirror is not his own face, nor is it a face he knows, but a strange face.

When a person looks in the mirror, they don't see the face they know. It's like a scene from a horror movie, and a moment of shock is inevitable.

His complexion also changed drastically and uncontrollably.

"What's wrong? Do you want to rest a little longer?"

The sound pulled Zhong Wen out of his fright.

He then came to his senses, suppressing his discomfort, and said with a pale face and an ugly expression, "Sorry, I'm feeling a bit off, I'm a little dazed."

The man nodded, his beard now completely shaved off, and casually tossed the razor aside.

He said, "That's normal. After all, when I found you at the bottom of the cliff, you were covered in blood."

As he spoke, he gestured with his chin.

Looking in the direction he indicated, there was a pile of clothes in the corner of the tent.

By the light, it was clear that the clothes were covered with dried blood, grass, and mud.

Zhong Wen unconsciously began to grope himself.

Once again, I realized that this was not my own body.

Then he discovered that he had no wounds and was not in pain.

At least with such a brief confirmation, there wouldn't be a wound with such a large amount of bleeding.

Is it not my blood? Or did the body heal the wounds in this body through transmigration and possession?

Or perhaps the person in front of me healed my wounds?

Is it really that fast?

On second thought, if time travel is possible, then having medicine that can instantly heal external injuries doesn't seem so strange.

The problem is that the environment of this tent doesn't seem much different from the era I live in, maybe even a bit more retro.

Not to mention that the man in front of her had obvious Asian features.

Of course, it's also possible that the man in front of him is a retro person.

An unfamiliar environment, a time-travel-like situation, and possession of an unfamiliar body.

All of this pushed Zhong Wen to his limit, his mind constantly racing.

It can bring useful information, but it can also bring some useless random thoughts.

Coupled with the various emotional shocks, he now appears to be in a daze to outsiders, his expression constantly changing and his reactions extremely slow.

Perhaps because of what had just happened, the man didn't urge him this time either, but just looked at Zhong Wen, watching him think about something.

Seemingly sensing what Zhong Wen was thinking, he suddenly spoke up.

"It looks dangerous, but you don't have any wounds on your body, you've just passed out."

"Oh, really? That's wonderful."

Zhong Wen didn't know what to say.

He had absolutely no idea where he was, what state he was in, or even who he was.

There was also a stranger who had saved him nearby.