Oblivion Continent, a place abandoned and forgotten by the world.
In this continent, there's a metropolis called Meteor City, a place filled with the world's garbage and useless objects.
(T/N: Meteor City is in the known world's main continent, but Togashi has never specified its exact country or region. So I'm creating a new continent, outside of the Six Continent, Oblivion Continent, because no force inside the six continent wanted their territory to become a dumping place of the world.)
For this reason, no matter what happens here, the world pays no attention.
Including an outsider who shouldn't belong to this world, who strangely arrived here.
"Huh, I finally figured it out."
Inside the garbage-filled Meteor City, a cluster of dilapidated houses stood out among the rubbish.
Inside one of the small, unremarkable houses, a young man, seemingly immature, let out a long sigh.
"Hunter x Hunter, Oblivion Continent, Meteor City..."
Luke looked at the life energy slowly emanating from his hands, his tone filled with complexity and emotion: "And, Nen."
Luke never imagined that while he was alone in his little home on the eighth floor, tinkering with his strange inventions... when suddenly, he saw a bus smash through the wall and charge straight at him.
And then, he was transported to this high-risk world, the world of Hunter x Hunter, rife with danger and risk.
"Even though I'm familiar with this world, and I'm even restored to my younger self, still..."
The veins on Luke's forehead bulged. "I have no desire to transmigrate here at all!!"
He had grown up alone, free from burdens.
As he grew up, he developed a love for inventions and designs, creating some impressive items that attracted a few people online.
Through livestreams and short videos, he saved a little and bought a small, eighth-floor apartment in his hometown, where he now lives a comfortable life.
He'd thought his life would improve, but who could have imagined that he'd be transported to another world?
"But thankfully, after traveling here, my Nen was instantly activated, and it seems it even had an enhanced effect..."
Now that he was here, what else could he say?
Luke could only accept reality; his mind was lost in his own ability.
Nen ability: Master Inventor
Description: Based on others' commissions and requests, he can invent items originating from countless infinite worlds.
Ability effects:
[A true master always carries the heart of an apprentice] [Inventions know no limits, but inventors do]
[A true master always carries the heart of an apprentice]: Humans cannot imagine things they have never seen before. All inventions and creations are inseparable from the foundations of their predecessors. Invented items will come from the hands of inventors from various infinite worlds, drawing on the strengths and accumulated experience of many.
[Inventions know no limits, but inventors do]: invented items will come from inventors from different factions, depending on the client's faction and the invention's purpose.
"In other words, my inventions require commissions and requests from others to be created..."
This point was easy for Luke to understand. After all, isn't the essence of invention and creation to better serve the world and humanity?
Even in his past livestreams, most of his little inventions were things top supporters requested, and he simply made them. It's like fulfilling a wish, isn't it? Nothing shameful about it.…
As for the two ability effects, the first allowed him to draw on many sources, with his inventions coming from inventors across infinite worlds.
"That's good, too. It's much better than some of my own inventions."
Luke nodded. He had a clear understanding of himself.
He enjoyed inventing, but he could only make simple, small inventions.
For inventions with unique effects and functions, comparable to artifacts...
He'd have to rely on the geniuses from across the infinite worlds.
As for the second point, Luke also agreed. Things like boundaries should be more clearly defined.
Objects themselves aren't inherently good or evil; it depends on who uses them.
A kitchen knife can chop vegetables or kill a person…
But here in Meteor City, such boundaries were extremely blurred.
"So, the purpose should be the main consideration."
Luke slowly understood.
Just like when Gin, fresh out of captivity in the world of One Piece, belonged undeniably to the evil pirate faction, yet all he wanted then was a meal to fill his stomach.
"Similarly, in this city, food is of paramount importance..."
Luke rubbed his brow.
Since arriving in this world, he hadn't left the house for two full days, seeking to figure things out.
This was undoubtedly Meteor City, and the house he was currently occupying was likely the property of a low-income resident living on the garbage heap.
But two days ago, the other party seemed to have had an accident while rummaging through the garbage, and never returned.
This allowed Luke, who had traveled through time, to seamlessly occupy the place.
In addition to his Nen ability, he also gained knowledge of this world's language and this small house.
But in this Meteor City, is it really true that you only start with one house, and everything else depends on scavenging up scraps?
"The few simple foods left in this house are all gone. I need to restock."
Feeling the slight pang of hunger, Luke sighed helplessly.
What kind of situation was this? Finally transmigrated, yet couldn't even get enough to eat.
As for the idea of going outside and competing for food with those aggressive people in Meteor City, Luke immediately dismissed it.
Since he was still in his developmental stage, he would avoid fighting as much as possible.
Even though he had mastered Nen and could barely be considered a Nen user, there were many hidden talents in Meteor City, and no one knew when a powerful hidden figure would suddenly appear.
It was better to be cautious.
Besides, he was an inventor, and using inventions and creativity to solve problems was his way of dealing with them.
Besides, the current Meteor City outside didn't seem to be from the time period he was familiar with.
Luke looked at the tattered calendar hanging on the wall of the empty room: 1983.
Uh... What year was this?!