Outlander’s Journey

One thing must be clarified in advance.

Heather didn't pick up a strange old object from the stall or click on an option that shouldn't be clicked by the mouse to travel to the Hunter's World.

He was expelled from the world he was in, which is the so-called [expulsion].

From a young age, Heather felt that he was incompatible with the people around him.

The strength is getting stronger, the agility and explosiveness are stronger than that of adults. He has never been sick. The skin looks delicate but extremely tough and not easy to be injured. The dynamic vision is too good. No matter what is basically learned, it is still There is a trouble-prone face.

And all of this is still getting stronger with age.

Before he was 10 years old, when he was reading Superman comics, Heather wondered more than once whether he was an alien who was left on the earth. There was an alien named Joe Hale or something.

Think about it again, isn't there something like a secret base or Superman's suit waiting for you?

I took the comics and asked my parents eagerly. All I got was Byakugan-can you fly? Do you have a hot sight? Are you invulnerable? Don't be silly baby, you are our biological son, but he has grown a little bit better than normal children.

Having said that, Heather's parents knew the truth that wood Xiu Yu was destroyed by the wind, and his son was not an ordinary good wood, it was simply a General Sherman tree in the bushes! So they taught Heather from an early age to learn to hide and disguise himself.

Withdrawn personality, few friends, two otaku in four eyes, bad sports, poor academic performance, looks good, but his hairstyle is ugly and his aesthetic needs to be improved...

This is the inherent impression of people around Heather.

And Heather took too long to pretend to be an otaku, so that he really became a partial otaku.

I am totally not interested in the second element of waste cuteness. I love old-school comics such as Dragon Ball Saint Seiya. I can tell every Gundam model and weapon configuration, fanatics of the machine combat series, whether DC or Marvel series of superheroes (especially (Is a heroine) are as precious as many families, the World of Warcraft dual camps are full of professional ranks, and the Internet is flying...

If there is really any difference between Heather and other nerds, it is that he can casually punch a rhino, while other nerds can only rely on sliding shovel and extremely angry.

In recent years, Heather has begun to feel something wrong.

First of all, his luck became worse and worse. If he hadn't been physically strong, he would have died of various accidents a long time ago.

Then there was his parents, who became unlucky a few months ago. According to this trend, it will not be long before they evolve into a routine of going out and being hit by a car and being hit by a high-altitude projectile.

Just when Heather wondered if he was the lone star from the novel, the accident finally happened.

It was a Saturday morning.

When Heather got up, he slipped into the toilet in a daze, pulling his slippers, humming in the mirror and brushing his teeth while thinking about what birthday present he wanted to give his father.

Suddenly he was stunned.

A line of words condensed by hoarfrost appeared on the surface of the mirror in front of him.

[Sorry to disturb your good mood, but you have to leave. 】

"what?"

What kind of thing? I lived as a hidden superman for eighteen years, and today I finally came into contact with the mysterious power of this world?

Heather happily took the toothpaste and smeared a few words under the line of hoarfrost handwriting-god? monster? Superpower organization? Justice League?

[Can you stop using toothpaste? It hurts the mirror and it's not easy to clean! ! Just speak directly! ! ! 】

Five exclamation marks indicate that the mysterious person hiding behind the mirror is a bit clean. Immediately afterwards, a line of Hoarfrost handwriting appeared, and it appeared quickly.

[You really should go, otherwise your parents may not be able to survive this Sunday. 】

Heather frowned. It was not that he was cheating, but that he had a clear understanding in his heart-it was his own bad luck that affected his parents. But he has not found a good way to solve it. Yesterday he had decided to leave the city next week after his father's birthday and go to the southernmost part of the motherland to make a living.

"Why? Why is my luck getting worse and worse, even hurting my parents?"

Heather raised his biggest question of all time.

[How can a lion huddle in a rabbit's nest when born as a male lion? Even if you try to hide, the world is still repelling your existence. 】

I want to be an ordinary person too! Heather was a little unwilling: "Then what if I take the initiative to leave my parents? Go now, stay away from them!"

[As long as you still exist in this world, all the people close to you will slowly be repelled until death, which is unavoidable. 】

"...If you have anything, just say it straight." Heather also saw that this ‘mirror’ was guiding himself round the corners.

【Leaving this world is the best choice for you and your loved ones. 】

Heather looked annoyed: "Speaking lightly, how do you go! Are you planning to give me a boat for me to row into outer space?"

[I have my own solution, the problem is with you. Are you sure you want to leave this world, or stay here and wait for your doomed death with your loved ones? 】

"As long as you have a way to send me away, I choose to leave." For the sake of his parents, Heather did not hesitate.

[Then... I wish you a pleasant journey! 】

"Wait a minute, who are you..." Before Heather could finish speaking, he was swallowed by a sudden black mist, and the white frost writing on the mirror and the words on the line of toothpaste were all invisible. His hands were wiped off, and the mirror surface became clean.

There was no one in the toilet, only one toothbrush was left and fell into the sink.

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dark.

Nothing can be seen, pure and complete darkness.

What followed was a sense of suffocation, a sense of suffocation from the depths of the soul.

As if diving deep into the cold seabed naked, the biting chill and the squeezing feeling from all directions caused Heather's soul and body to be tortured.

Unable to move even a finger, all Heather could do was endure the extreme cold and suffocation that soaked the body and mind.

As if after a hundred years, a light spot suddenly appeared in the endless darkness. Almost in an instant, the spot of light quickly magnified into an ocean of light, and Heather was propelled by the ‘ocean tide’, and he was thrown into the ocean of light.

The soul without any protection suddenly returned to the protection of [World], the soul no longer felt suffocated and oppressed, and the warmth re-emerged Heather's body.

Then, Heather felt himself plunged into the grass.

The dew on the leaves covered his face, but he couldn't even move a finger, so he could only lie down in the grass.

Consciousness gradually blurred...

When he woke up again, what Heather saw was an unfamiliar ceiling. He sat up and found himself lying on a slightly worn but very clean bed.

There was a short, fat old man sitting on a chair with his arms around the bed, his head drooping and dozing off.

This is how Heather met Daddy Jack.

Although the lingua franca of this world does not belong to any language of the original world at all, it is inexplicable that I can understand and speak, but I can't read the text, that is, [illiterate].

If this is your own cheat, it would be too bad, right? Is the monkey version proficient in language? Whenever he thought of this, Heather couldn't help but despise the ‘mirror’ he had brought him over.

In addition to the lingua franca, there are still pure English, Arabic numerals, Roman numerals and even Chinese characters in this world, but the application area of ​​Chinese characters is very rare, and it is quite strange to think about it.

But Heather never expected that what he had traveled through was the Hunter's World.

I thought it was a farming man who started from a supermarket and finally became the richest man in the world, but it turned out to be the same humanity who traveled through the Hunter World to fight for life and death. It was a bit different. If you put it on the novel website, it would be the difference between an average order of 10,000 and an average order of 100!

Moreover, I am a human being on the earth, but I have developed a little bit better than others. How can I become a natural mindful person in Izenabi's mouth? After I entered the Hunter World, I am a foreigner and follow the customs?

Standing in front of the grocery store, Heather waved goodbye to Jack Jack with a canvas luggage bag, and then followed in the footsteps of Izenabi towards the train station.

It doesn't matter anymore, at least some people are willing to teach oneself to recite ability, which means that as long as you don't have any trouble in the early stage, you can basically get the minimum self-protection ability.

Ordinary people in the Hunter World are notoriously lack of human rights. The strong can crush civilians at will, and hunters even have permission to kill. To survive in this world, the ability to think is essential.

As for how to return to the original world, Heather also had some ideas.

Heather just walked and chatted with Izenabi, listening to some common sense of the Hunter World, and Izenabi also had questions and answers, and the relationship between the two was harmonious.

As he approached the train station, Iznaby led Heather into a roadside restaurant.

Waiting for someone while eating.

"All new hunters must learn to read abilities to truly complete the hunter test. This is also the so-called'final test'."

The two of them were sitting at the table by the window. Izenabi took a spoonful of seafood fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said vaguely: "After all, this is a cruel world dominated by [strength]. Ability is difficult in the hunter's world. This is common to you, Heather."

Heather, who was sitting opposite, was rolling the red tomato meat sauce pasta with a fork: "Because I can only be considered a half-skilled person?"

"You can't even count as a half-hearted man, boy."

Izenabi pinched the prawns in the paella again, squeezed a bit of lemon on top and stuffed the prawns with their shells into his mouth, chewing loudly:

"Although your physical fitness is very good, your true mindfulness is all sorts of strange, and there are many strange effects that are totally unreasonable. Regarding this point, I will explain to you in detail when you formally practice...ah, here it is."

Following Ethanabi's gaze, Heather saw the target walking on the street outside through the glass window of the restaurant.

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