[Hunter] Traversing Mortal Record Book

?Just when the protagonist trio arrived at the Sky Arena and were about to follow Master Yungu for the training of mind ability, the fourth person who was about to be forgotten - Kurapika, also returned to his hometown.No, that's not his hometown, Kurapika's house was just his temporary residence.

Should I sell the hunter's license?Kurapika has been thinking for half a month.You must know that a regular hunter license has always been a scarce and expensive commodity, whether it is a gangster or a wealthy businessman, everyone is interested in collecting such a license.And the money from selling the hunter license can allow him to finish the game in style without worrying about food and clothing.

Kurapika decided that he was going to learn the ability to read.In the book, Kurapika possesses a chain with almost heaven-defying abilities, which integrates healing, restraint, screening, and restraint. It can be said to be an invincible weapon in all battles.Just because he has money, he still can't become a master. Since he came to this cruel game world, he should give full play to the content of the game.

Use that kind of power to make people realize the gap with themselves!Kurapika fantasized about a better tomorrow, and his whole body was full of energy.

But where should I go to find a master with reading ability?There was no clue in Kurapika's mind, he no longer remembered such small details.If it was Leorio, maybe he would know.At this time, Kurapika thought of his former partner who was knocked unconscious by him in Glasses Island.

There must be another way.Kurapika still doesn't think there is anything wrong with what he did. Isn't this the purpose of the hunter exam for their own interests?

So Kurapika began to wander around the city to find out where he could get access to the power of nom.

"Huh? Read? What is that?" This is a common answer.

"Why should I tell you, is there a reward?" This is the answer of the underground information seller.

"Why do you want to learn to read?" This is the answer of a passer-by.

"Because I want to be the master." Kurapika bluntly showed his inner desire to the bearded uncle.A person who can ask him such a question is not only likely to know Nian, but also an excellent user of Nian ability.Kurapika decided so.

"Hehe, Master? You should give it a try." Swinging the dirty package on his back, the uncle suddenly raised his fist and punched Kurapika.

Although Kurapika drew out the double knives quickly, he didn't survive 5 moves under the hands of the uncle.

"You still want to become a master at your level? Stop dreaming." The uncle leaned against the tree trunk and laughed at Kurapika who was lying on the ground.

"If you don't want to, I can find someone else to teach me." Kurapika said coldly, as if he knew that he would fail.He stood up on his knees, picked up the two knives from the ground and walked away slowly.

"Hey, the kids nowadays are really...you come back and come back, can't I teach you?"

After learning Nian from his uncle for three months, Kurapika has successfully mastered the basic skills of Nian ability.

"This is really incredible. Few people can learn it in a short period of time." The uncle held a piece of grass in his mouth, and the tail of the grass moved up and down as he spoke.

"I want to be the one who stands at the top, you remember." Kurapika believed that 'Kurapika's' talent, coupled with his strong willpower, would not be weak.

"Hehe, I kind of believe it now. Let's move on to the next step—realization. When it comes to turning objects from your mind into reality, what is the first thing you think of?" The two sat face to face, and the uncle coaxed .

"Chain." Kurapika replied without hesitation.

"...Chain? Why?" The master was a little curious.

"...It's the first feeling, you don't need to ask more." This is the choice of fate, and it is impossible for you to know.Kurapika thought to himself.

"If you don't know what your mind ability represents, it will be very difficult to succeed." The master's expression became a little serious. He could see that Kurapika didn't really want to materialize a shackle, but the other party And with such conclusive words, he didn't know where to start to persuade him.

Then Kurapika started a long trial of exploration.You have to feel the cold iron product in your hand, smell the rust on it, taste the blood on the tip of your tongue, and hear the sound of iron chains colliding with each other.

The scorching sun, fallen leaves, cold wind and the re-blooming flowers have accompanied Kurapika for a long time.

The master waited and waited from the beginning, to pondering hard, and then showed his expression of impatience.A long year has passed, and what appears in Kurapika's hands is always a strong iron chain.

It was a real iron chain, that's all the master could say.Other than that it's useless.

"Why! Why! Why why!" Kurapika finally collapsed when a familiar piece of iron appeared in his hand.He hit the tree trunk hard with his hands, even though his fist was already covered with a thin layer of blood.Kurapika slowly knelt down in front of the tree trunk, still beating on the bark with both hands, but he had already lost strength.

"Do you really know why you need a chain?" The master just stood behind him, watching him from full of confidence to emotional breakdown.

Kurapika paused for a long time, and when he answered, his voice was a little hoarse: "To avenge the Kuruta tribe."

"Isn't it to become a master?" The master asked indifferently.

"...Both." Kurapika replied.

"If you can't even figure out your own heart, even if you have a clear goal, you can't achieve it." The master turned and walked out of the forest. He will not come back in a short time.

My heart...my heart is to defeat all those who have looked down on me, and let them know that my efforts can overcome everything!Kurapika roared inwardly.He couldn't believe that he couldn't even get the weapon that originally belonged to him. He had obviously worked so hard.

In a state of hesitation and confusion, Kurapika dialed the only phone number in his phone.He knew that that person must still hate his former black hands, but he couldn't care less, he wanted to know how to get his own chains.

"Hello, Leorio, I'm Kurapika."

"Oh? You actually called me? Did you plan to beat me up?" The male voice on the other end of the phone seemed indifferent and unfamiliar.

They were supposed to be friends in the first place.Kurapika thought vaguely.He collected himself and did not respond to Leori's question: "Leori, why is Kurapika able to manifest the chains?"

"...Because of revenge, because of hatred, because he wants the person who ruined his life to go to hell." Leorio cruelly revealed the truth that Kurapika had been unwilling to face directly, "You have Can't you show it, that chain. Kurapika risked the rest of his life in order to obtain the power to confront the brigade, can you? In order to restrain himself from abusing his ability, he stabbed his heart with a sharp sword , can you? He turned the whole person into a beast named Sanctions, with no distractions, and tried his best, can you?"

Before Leorio could finish speaking, Kurapika lowered his head and pressed the hang-up button several times fiercely. His whole body was covered by the shade of the tree, so he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"...This identity is not suitable for me." Kurapika muttered to himself after an unknown amount of time, "I also have nothing else in mind, you don't understand."

Suddenly he thought of something, and his eyes became clear.Kurapika stood up and turned around a few times, talking to himself: "Yes! This identity is not good, I can change to another identity! There are many amazing people. Ill fans, I will become Ill Fans are fine. Hisoka, Hisoka is strong enough. Brigade, there are many people in the brigade to choose from. Good, good, good! I want to tell them that this time I must let myself choose!"

Kurapika seemed to have made up his mind, he paused for a moment, brewing up his courage.

In this dark forest, a man in an ordinary shirt and jeans stood motionless in an open space.He slammed on the spot, ejecting himself like a bullet, boom——

There was a clearly visible bloodstain on the bark that had been beaten with fists. ?

☆, extra

? "Why wasn't I promoted?"

Kurapika sat alone at the desk, unconsciously scribbling on the paper with a pen in his hand.

"It's another group of ignorant guys, I worked so hard, I worked so hard!" Talking to himself to the point of excitement, the pen in Kurapika's hand made a big tear on the poor paper, and the following few Zhang Baizhi also suffered.

"This company can't do it, so I'll change to a place that will definitely appreciate me!" Kurapika made up his mind, tore up the scrapped white paper in front of him, and wrote on a new page: The beginning: resignation.

The next day, Kurapika came to the office on time, threw the briefcase on the table casually, and made a slap, which aroused the inquiring eyes of colleagues around him.Kurapika didn't care about anything, and walked straight into the general manager's office.

"General Manager, I'm resigning." Kurapika said flatly.

"Oh, is that so, have you written the resignation letter?" There was no surprise on the general manager's face, but a slight sense of joy could be seen on his face. He pretended to open the resignation letter, glanced at it casually, and agreed.

"You can only receive half of this month's salary, and the accountant will transfer it to your card next month. It's a pity that I can't continue to work with you. Don't forget the old manager when you become prosperous in the future." The manager stood up and smiled. He wanted to pat Kurapika on the shoulder, but the man deliberately dodged it.Annoyance flashed across the manager's face, which he tried to hide behind a smile.

"You don't need to be polite to me anymore. You should be very happy that I resigned. I used to dislike the face of a villain like you, but now I can finally say it. I hope we will never see each other again." Kurapika Still indifferent, he spit out the words that he had held back for several years, which made him feel better.

Kurapika turned and walked out of the general manager's office, leaving behind the embarrassed and angry manager who slammed the book in his hand on the desk.

Kurapika came to the familiar workbench. Almost all the colleagues in the office had arrived and were getting ready for the day's work.Seeing Kurapika holding a large cardboard box and starting to pack his daily necessities, colleagues exchanged eye contact with each other, but no one came up to ask or care about Kurapika.

I don't need it anyway.Kurapika thought so.

Since childhood, he has always disdain to communicate with these people who are only good at socializing.

"You have to concentrate on studying so that you can become a talent."

"Look at those kids, they only play every day, don't make friends with them, they will lead you down."

At first, Kurapika dismissed his mother's teachings, until he was admitted to junior high school with the city's first grade.The surrounding students looked at him differently, and Kurapika could hear them whispering about him.This sense of accomplishment made him gradually accept his mother's point of view: as long as you are good enough, ordinary people will take the initiative to chat and communicate.

Kurapika began to study hard. He delved into every knowledge point in the textbook, and even studied the development and background information that were not written in the textbook.

Whenever some students asked stupid questions, he felt some contempt for these people in his heart.It seems that I really don't need to be friends with them, these people are too shallow.

Even when he was promoted to university, he always maintained an aloof attitude.Going back and forth between the library and the dormitory every day, the feeling of acquiring new knowledge made him happy. For the entire four years of college, he and his roommates did not go out to have a few meals together.

During the first dormitory dinner, he was still curious and wanted to meet some new friends, but he was disappointed.The focus of these people is on love and personal desires?Look, they are talking ambiguously to each other?Jokes, laughing together, discussing that the girl in front of you has long legs, a thin waist and a thin face.

Boring.What Kurapika's mind was spinning back and forth were the lines from Sherlock.

He never went out with his roommates again.

During the long time in college, one of the roommates became the chairman of the student union, flirting with the elementary school girls under him every day, and using the sponsorship he got for himself and his friends to eat one meal after another.Another roommate made a hot girlfriend, who often brought her back to the dormitory and made the roommates go out to avoid her.There is also a person who is obsessed with webcasting, playing games for netizens at a fixed time, and it is said that he is making a lot of money.

They are all LOW goods.Seeing these people indulging in entertainment that he despises, Kurapika strengthened his faith even more.He believes that as long as he studies hard, he will be able to trample all these people under his feet one day.

"That idiot, he can read some books and think he is so capable." Kurapika came back from the library that day, at the door of the dormitory, he heard the conversation of his roommates, and the protagonist of the conversation was himself.

"It's better than having liquid in your head all day long." Kurapika didn't show any face, and kicked into the room directly.

From then on, the relationship in the dormitory dropped to freezing point, and Kurapika and the others never spoke again.But this is not enough.Whenever Kurapika gets No. 1 in the grade and receives a generous scholarship, he doesn't have enough sense of accomplishment in his heart.Those people thrive in their own world, and it's hard to frustrate them in another circle.

Then find a job that pays several times higher than them so that they will never dare to speak loudly to themselves again!Kurapika made up his mind, and he locked himself in the library even harder, just short of sleeping on a stool at night.

He got his wish and was admitted to a master's degree, followed by a Ph.D.However, his name has never appeared in the annual evaluation of outstanding master's students or outstanding doctoral students, and he is not even in the shortlist.

Kurapika went to the tutor's office angrily, and asked why people with lower scores than himself could be judged, but he never got a place.

"Oh, it's a pity that the school teacher didn't discover your talent. Next time, next time, I'll definitely have you!" The tutor used the same words to prevaricate him for several years until Kurapika graduated.

Kurapika finally understood the truth, because he saw the student who was not as good as him was greeted by the teacher into the office with a big bag.

They're all a bunch of scum.Kurapika felt that his efforts and hard work had been buried by this group of scumbags.

One day I will make you regret not paying attention to me!Kurapika began to send his resume to major companies, but he rarely got the chance to pass the interview.

The successive defeats made him even more desperate for the whole society.One's own talents are not reused, but those who only know how to flatter at the wine table can make it to the top.

In this way, Kurapika, who was looking for Bole and promotion opportunities in various companies, already had crow's feet in the corners of his eyes, and because of too much anxiety, he even faintly grew gray hair.But no matter how he changes jobs, he will always be greeted with the next letter of resignation.

From the beginning to the end, Kurapika never doubted his own values. There was not enough time for him to start over.

One day he suddenly didn't want to open the professional papers in front of him, didn't want to touch the books on the bookshelf, Kurapika clicked on the webpage.He saw an ad for a science experiment tester.

It reminded him of his days as a Ph.D. researcher.A little nostalgic, Kurapika was also a little moved when he saw the reward.

"HunterXHunter".Although I don't know what it is, it's okay to browse it temporarily and have a little bottom in my heart.Kurapika signed up decisively, booked a flight ticket, and traveled from one city to another to participate in a scientific investigation whose details were unknown.

The dark basement made Kurapika a little uneasy, but the researchers looked very professional, and there was a group of children of all ages in front of them.

Probably nothing will happen.As Kurapika was thinking, there was a sound of footsteps behind him. The person who came was a middle-aged man who looked like he had also participated in a scientific experiment.

In another world, I want to prove that hard work will surely lead to success.Kurapika said to himself.He watched helplessly as he was sent into the experimental body.

drop--

"Kurapica's test subject is dead."

"...Is there really no way for ordinary people to live well in this world?" Someone in the command room asked himself with a soft sigh.

Experimentation continues. ?

☆, extra

?The gate of the police station welcomes a regular visitor every day.

"Xiao Ku, it's time to go home for dinner."

"Little Coola who hasn't grown up, Granny Chang is here to pick you up." Lao Zhang, who was sitting near the door, shouted at the door, but was hit on the back by the old woman with a cane.

"It's not big or small, if you bully my Xiaoku again, I will report you next time." Granny Chang looked at Lao Zhang who was about to beg for mercy, and smiled happily with her toothless mouth open.

"Mother-in-law." A man with short blond hair walked out of the door. He was not tall, but he looked very heroic in a well-fitting police uniform.

Kurapika unlocked the bicycle lock in front of the police station, and installed a thick and firm seat on the back seat.He helped Granny Chang sit on the back seat, stepped on the bicycle by himself, said goodbye to Lao Zhang seriously, and slowly disappeared at the end of the alley on the bicycle.

"It's not cute at all. But I just like his seriousness." Lao Zhang looked at the child's back and took a deep drag on his cigarette.

This young man with a strange name appeared in their jurisdiction a year ago.Grandma Chang, who lives alone, always likes to go out in the evening to bask in the sun and press the road. It was in a corner with her back facing the setting sun that she found this man named Kurapika.

Granny Chang thought that the young man had been attacked. The grandmother, who loved detective and gangster movies, described a complete story of the young man who had lost his way and wanted to break away from the gang with his comrades in the police station while waiting for the young man to wake up.But life always throws blood on you inadvertently.

The youth lost his memory.At first, the comrades at the police station didn't believe it. They thought it must be a disguise made by a fugitive suspect.Then each of them was hit hard several times by Grandma Chang with the old crutches that accompanied her all the time.

"Look at that child's eyes, look at how he usually helps the police station, you don't speak out of conscience!" Chang's mother-in-law was outraged by the police station's suspicion of Kurapika, and took the young man back to her home on her own initiative.This caused headaches for the police officers at the police station, so they often had to go to Granny Chang's house to check on the situation of the two of them to make sure there was no conspiracy involved.

Later, they discovered that they really thought too much.This young man with brown eyes is as clean and pure as his appearance. Since he came to this community, the work of the police station has become much easier.This house locked the keys in the room, and the sewer pipes in that house were blocked again. As long as Grandma Chang told the young man about these trivial matters, the young man was willing to take the initiative to help.

"Oh, go out and ask the plumber to come and pay. Don't you people want to do things for the people, just help me unclog this sewer." They haven't heard this kind of rhetoric for a long time.

Kurapika.What a strange name, people say so, but gradually, the strange name becomes a banner.As long as these four words are mentioned, everyone can think of the blond man who always smiles softly. Everyone knows that there is a good and capable young man in Granny Chang's family. If you need help with something, you must be able to find him.

What overturned this impression was a quarrel.It was not the first time that the father fought violently because of his son's poor grades, but this time it seemed to be particularly fierce. The cry of the child penetrated through the floors and reached every house.Some people couldn't sit still, and in a hurry, they thought of asking Kurapika for help, hoping that this gentle young man could stop it.

However, the young man had a big quarrel with the father: "Isn't it good to let the child live happily like this! Why do you have to care about those false names? Do you really love your child!"

"What do you know!" The father almost rushed over when he heard such an accusation, wanting to look good to this unscrupulous person.The two were pulled away by the crowd in time. Granny Chang took Kurapika home, and the rest of the neighbors were responsible for comforting the crying child and angry father.

"Little Ku, that father still loves his child very much. Your words made him very sad." Granny Chang said to Kurapika on the way home. Street lamps cast shadows from overhead, covering his entire face.

"...You should cherish the happy time. When you have nothing...it will be too late." The young man whispered, as if explaining to his mother-in-law, or to himself .

Granny Chang looked at Kurapika's fiery red eyes, and stopped in her tracks.

She slapped Kurapika's ass with the cane suddenly, and the young man clutched his own butt reflexively due to the sudden movement.

"At such a young age, you act like you see through the world of mortals. You know something. I have lived such an old age that I dare not say that I have seen the whole life clearly. You speak as if your life is over long ago. You will be punished tonight. Dinner, let you dare to think about it." Chang's mother-in-law lightly poked Kurapika's back with her cane, and drove him forward, so Kurapika had to let go of his worries and go home to take care of his mother-in-law.

Granny Chang knew that there was a big event hidden in the child's heart, so big that she couldn't imagine it with her experience.She wanted to help Kurapika out, no matter how difficult it was.This person who has not lived in her house for too long has already used his unique personality charm to make everyone accept him.

Under the impetus of Granny Chang, intentionally or unconsciously, Kurapika has more and more contacts with the police officers at the police station, and sometimes they will go out together to help people deal with some trivial matters.

"You... come to work, how about it." That day Lao Zhang stood at the gate of the police station and smoked a whole pack of cigarettes, throwing cigarette butts all over the floor, and then asked as if he had made up his mind.

"Is this okay? I still can't remember my background." Kurapika didn't directly refuse, he asked instead.

"It's okay if I say it's okay, why are you talking so much nonsense! I still have this right." Lao Zhang replied angrily, "If you want to do it, come to work tomorrow! I will give you the uniform in a few days Order a set."

In this way, the blond young man became a small policeman, riding around the area in the special car bought for him by his mother-in-law every day.

"You know Kurapika, right! That kid is my grandson!"

"Stop bragging, you can have a blond grandson with your black hair?"

"You know what a fart, it's called a recessive gene."

Every day, my mother-in-law would make dinner at home, and she would wander from the alley to call Kurapika to come home for dinner.The helpful and kind kid often worked late to get home, and then the two of them took a special car back to their little house.

Even if Kurapika is busy with trivial matters in the neighborhood every day, Granny Chang knows that this is not enough.When she woke up at night, she saw the child not sleeping, sitting blankly by the window, thinking about something.

There was no way to save him by myself.At that time, Granny Chang clearly realized that on the young man's not broad back, he was vaguely carrying a heavy shackle that could crush countless people.

She could only write down the jokes and gossips she heard from other old people every day, and she would tell them to Kurapika when she got home.

"Mother-in-law." That day she was telling the funny story about the old lady of the Fu family being peed all over by her grandson, when she heard the young man who was quietly sitting beside her and listening to her nagging call her, "Thank you."

Granny Chang was stunned by the shout, and was stunned for a long time, two clear tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.It was the first time she had cried since her husband's death.

People passing by still remember that day when they saw the pair of grandparents and grandchildren hugging and crying through the half-open wooden door, who would think that they are not a family?

Since then, we can now call them grandparents and grandchildren, who still live ordinary and fulfilling lives.That day, Granny Chang and Kurapika were peeling edamame while watching the news on TV.

"The following is news from the European region. Another vicious attack broke out in country F. Criminal gangs attacked the national treasury and emptied the treasury. However, relevant experts have not yet given a reasonable explanation for this. About this incident Progress, this station will interview Professor Smith of country F. Professor Smith, what do you think of the latest criminal group that claims to be the Phantom Brigade?"

The young man beside him suddenly stopped what he was doing, straightened his back, and focused on the news.

At that moment, the old lady knew that the man in front of her who had been burdened with heavy shackles at such a young age had really come alive. ?