JOJO hiding in the hunter world

“I don't believe any of the things you're saying. Explain the purpose of your enthusiastic organization more clearly! Don't try to fool us with this empty rhetoric!” Potter White couldn't help but roar.

Jon ignored Potter White's roar. It was clear now that President Netero alone had the final say in this matter.

“The Hunter Association President is extremely busy, and the criminal hunter Potter White is also the association's trump card. The Hunter Association has sent two of its top fighters at the same time, which makes me feel flattered. Why would you care about a minor character like me?”

“Oh ho ho, you're not just some small fry. Being able to escape from Potter White, someone targeted by Potter White, isn't something a minor character can do.

Even if an ordinary criminal is prepared in advance, barely escapes with serious injuries, his bounty and danger level will increase several times over.

The way you rescued Jon was very ingenious. Not only did the top criminal hunter Potter White not react, but even the world-famous detective hunter Poirot couldn't see through it.”

For a moment, everyone stared at Jon. Jon, transformed into Jotaro, couldn't help but press down on his hat under such great pressure.

“Yare yare daze! Dealing with me is more than enough for Mr. Potter White alone, right? Our strength can't possibly compare to Mr. Potter White's. After all, he's a Three-Star Hunter, the association's top fighter.”

“Although I don't know why Mr. Potter White suddenly came to investigate this place, there's only one possibility for why President Netero came here.”

Netero also withdrew his smile, his calm face looking at Jon peacefully.

“It's about the Dark Continent, isn't it?”

“Actually, my understanding of the Dark Continent is very limited, even less than Mr. Ging Freecss of your association.”

“No, no, no, I don't want to know how much you know about the Dark Continent. I want to ask, what is your purpose? How did you find out about the Dark Continent?” Netero waved his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Potter White glanced at the President, not saying anything, wondering what he was thinking.

“Hey, Mr. Potter White, I want to have a smoke. Want to go out together?”

Poirot was giving Potter White a way out. The topic of the Dark Continent wasn't suitable for delving into. It was best to avoid it if possible.

Netero also gave Poirot an approving look.

“Wait a moment, this thing coming up isn’t something you should hear either. Take her away.”

Millim, who was on the bed, no, it wasn’t Millim. Someone had disguised themself as Millim and was lying on the bed. It just wasn’t apparent if you didn’t look closely.

“No need to look, we wouldn't stoop so low as to use an injured ordinary person as bait.”

Jon was already cursing inwardly. If he had just gone over to try and kidnap Millim to escape, he would have definitely been caught in the trap.

The fake Millim helped the nurse who had come to change the dressing and was in a daze on the ground, and followed Poirot and Potter White out.

“With the President's strength, he definitely can't escape. If he can escape from the President, there's no point in us going up there.

The President's power may not be as great as Mr. Potter White's, but the President's attack speed is terrifyingly fast. I was lucky enough to see the President take action once. That kind of pressure, just thinking about standing opposite him makes me tremble.”

Poirot smiled and explained to the young unlicensed hunter who was disguised as Millim.

This girl was considered his junior. He ran a detective agency himself, and this girl was his junior.

Although she hadn't obtained a Hunter License, she had learned Nen, and her combat power was still decent, at least enough to protect herself.

“Eh—, is the President of the Hunter Association that strong? He clearly looks like a decrepit old man.”

At the same time, inside the room, the atmosphere eased slightly.

“Now that irrelevant personnel are gone, can we talk?”

“I want to find out the truth about the System, and also a way to go back.”

“A way to go back?”

“Yes, this involves a secret that I don't want to answer. And the System is a strange thing, with an unknown purpose, unknown shape, and unknown creator. I have this idea of going to the Dark Continent to see if there's a way.”

Jon wasn't a fool either. He wrote this system in his previous life. How could he not know? But who inserted this system, and why did the mastermind behind the scenes make him transmigrate? He hadn't found them yet.

Whose conspiracy is the system? Is he a chess piece of some big shot?

Jon didn't trust the system. He wasn't a novel protagonist who could easily accept an artificial intelligence in his body that he couldn't control.

What if the artificial intelligence inside wants to take over his body? Jon was always walking on thin ice.

Whether his body and soul were being constantly eroded by the system, Jon didn't know.

“I don't want to hear your predictive abilities, but you can tell me what the new era after my death will be like.”

This was possible. Even if Netero took countermeasures, it wouldn't matter, because going to the Dark Continent was a major trend for humanity in that era.

Humanity's love of adventure would not change.

“I can tell you this. After your death, Cheadle Yorkshire will take over as the Hunter Association President. Pariston Hill thought the association was too boring and resigned, and Ging also resigned.

Then all of them, plus your son, those who had made oaths with you, were no longer restricted and prepared to go to the Dark Continent. A country organized a fleet of tens of thousands of people to go to the Dark Continent. I haven't seen them enter the Dark Continent yet.”

“Can you continue to predict?”

“No, the tool I used for prediction is gone (this world can't watch Yoshihiro Togashi's manga anymore).”

“What is needed for another prediction?” Netero frowned.

“Something that doesn't exist in this world, so you don't have to think about it. It's impossible.”

Seeing that Jon's expression didn't seem fake, he reluctantly gave up.

What Jon said was highly credible. He had indeed deduced what the world would become after his death.

Some of it overlapped with Jon, especially his judgment of Pariston and Ging's choices, and Beyond's identity.

After Beyond was restricted by him, basically no one knew he had such a child.

“You won't break the rules, will you!”

“I can swear that I won't go to the Dark Continent before you die.”

“No, I want to ask you a favor…”

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Please note that the original Chinese included some untranslatable content such as a Japanese interjection "yare yare daze" which I have left as is as it is a common trope.