Hunter x Hunter: Infinite Growth

全職獵人：無限成長

Author: Chongtian Xuebi

Introduction:

I died, and then I came back to life.

I transmigrated into the body of a dead person.

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

Kim Freecss.

Weird name.

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

...So here's the problem, 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 the impact, Zhong Wen felt himself being lifted into the air.

Exhausted, delirious, and before I could even feel the pain, darkness descended upon 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 thoughts returned, the brain gradually cleared.

The problem then simply disappeared.

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 can't be a dream, it feels too real.

Even if it was a dream, I shouldn't be here.

It was a tent with something that looked like an oil lamp hanging overhead, but it was probably an electric light inside.

If it wasn'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, you're saying you're dead, and this is... the afterlife?

Or perhaps we traveled through time?

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

It's hard not to think about it 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 because 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 can be seen on half of his face.

She was wearing a thin white tank top and sat casually with her legs crossed 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 when he casually flipped the mirror in front of him and placed it aside.

Looking at himself, he continued shaving, the razor in his hand never stopping.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Zhong Wen, who had been observing him, finally came to his senses and quickly nodded.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to the mirror beside 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 unconsciously reached out to touch my face.

Because the face in the mirror was not his own face, nor a face he knew, but a strange face.

When a person looks in the mirror, the face they see is not the one they know, just like in 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 shock.

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 confused."

The man nodded; his beard had been shaved clean at some point, and he casually tossed the razor aside.

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

As he spoke, he raised his chin.

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

By the light of the lamp, 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 no pain.

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

Is it not my blood? Or did the body travel through time and possess this body to repair the wounds?

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

Is it 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 look much different from the era I live in, or perhaps it's even more retro.

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

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

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

All of this put Zhong Wen on high alert, his brain constantly racing.

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

Coupled with 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, this time the man didn't urge him anymore, but just looked at Zhong Wen, watching him think about something.

Seemingly noticing 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 his name.

There was also a stranger who had saved him.

I have absolutely no idea how to start the conversation.

"By the way, what's your name?" the man suddenly asked.

This question stumped Zhong Wen.

Zhong Wen opened his mouth.

The man seemed to sense his predicament and added, "By the way, here are your ID and wallet. You've been unconscious for two days, so you must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?"

Zhong Wen reached out and took it, then nodded and said with a somewhat pathetic smile, "I'm almost out of strength now, and my head is spinning from hunger."

"Haha, I thought so too, but you were unconscious for two days, so you can only have some porridge. It's not that I'm stingy, hahaha."

He stood up and laughed, his smile looking rather bold, and he seemed quite easygoing.

Zhong Wen then noticed that the man's figure was very well-proportioned; he could not be called thin, nor could he be called muscular.

A well-balanced physique will show relatively clear muscle lines, but they will not appear too abrupt or exaggerated.

The first impression a person gives is one of balance and stability.

It was only then that Zhong Wen realized that this person looked somewhat unkempt. If he hadn't just shaved his beard, the casual and unkempt feeling would have been even more obvious.

Wearing work pants and thick-soled Martin boots, he lifted the tent flap and went outside.

Wait until this person leaves.

Zhong Wencai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly checked the document bag in her hand.

What is this character?

The first problem he encountered completely stunned him.

The font resembles a combination of circles and horizontal and vertical bars, along with black dots in different positions. The strokes are extremely simple, and it's more like a simple icon than a font.

Completely unrecognizable.

As he was thinking this, he seemed to be able to understand the meaning expressed by the characters.

My thoughts gradually became clearer.

Some scattered thoughts appeared in my mind.

So, his name is Kevin.

Kevin Carpemberg.

As he calmed down, he realized how badly he had performed.

"But given my situation, that kind of performance is probably normal, right?"

From the simple fragments of memory, he sensed that something was amiss.

……

"His behavior just now... was really abnormal to the extreme."