The soft light of the morning shone into the room through the light blue curtains. The curtains softened the light, turning it into a gentle blue glow. The room wasn't large, but the light filtering through the window illuminated it perfectly. The wooden floor had aged to a light brown hue. A boy of about twelve or thirteen years old sat motionless on the bed, his expression blank, like a simpleton.

He was Lu Youguang, a youth from Hua Country, a recent college graduate. He'd spent four years at a third-rate university, barely scraping by with a diploma. There were plenty of college students like him, and it would be difficult to find a job with this worthless piece of paper. He and his roommate had been working on a game, but instead of making money, they'd lost some. After drinking a bit of alcohol, he'd passed out and ended up here. Luckily, he had a younger brother, so his parents' care shouldn't be an issue.

The boy's bed wasn't far from the mirror. Sitting on the bed, he could clearly see himself in the mirror. Five minutes ago, he'd merged with this body's memories. His name was Jon Belosevich, male, twelve years old, black hair, black eyes, five feet five inches tall, looked decent, healthy, no bad habits, not an orphan, parents alive, no house, no car, no younger sister, and no star-shaped birthmark on his neck. No broken engagement, no provoking powerful figures, no magic. This seemed like a safe world.

"Jon, come down for breakfast!"

The boy withdrew his gaze, got up, quickly straightened his clothes, and hurried downstairs.

His father was a member of some mafia, but Jon wasn't clear on the specifics. Perhaps it was deliberately concealed, as Jon knew very little about him. In Jon's memories, he had only seen him once.

His mother was also very mysterious. It was said that she was a major shareholder in some company and had married his father for profit, so she rarely cared about him. As for the real situation, it was unknown. She was only slightly better than Jon's father. However, she would at least visit Jon once a year.

Jon was fostered at the home of his mother's former butler. Jon had grown up in the old butler's house since he was a child. He also took the butler's surname, and the butler and his wife were nice to him. They treated him like their own son and never skimped on his allowance.

"Jon, why are you getting up so late today?" The butler's wife turned her head to look at Jon and then turned back to tidy up the tableware.

Jon picked up the mouthwash, walked into the bathroom, unscrewed the cap, poured two mouthfuls of mouthwash, grabbed the wet towel on the side, and wiped his face a few times before turning around to eat.

"Hey, Jon, is something wrong? You seem strange today." The butler's wife looked at Jon with a suspicious expression.

Jon's face stiffened, then he showed a warm smile. "Nothing's wrong. I didn't sleep well last night. Speaking of which, are we having apple pie again today?"

"Of course, wash your hands quickly." The butler's wife was instantly distracted. "Hey, you've already had apple pie for two days." He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, secretly thinking, 'Luckily, I was witty, almost got found out on the spot.' To be discovered less than an hour after transmigrating would really be the shame of transmigrators. Although he inherited the memories of the original owner, some habits were still difficult to change.

"Jon, I'm going out now." The butler's wife picked up a small basket, preparing to leave. "Also, there's ice cream in the refrigerator, but don't eat too much."

Jon rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child anymore." Jon breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the butler's wife leave.

Jon ate a couple of mouthfuls haphazardly and went upstairs. Because it was summer vacation, the twelve-year-old Little Jonurno had time to understand the world. From the memories, this world was definitely not Earth. None of the countries on the world map were ones he'd heard of in his previous life. And there was that bizarre continental shelf; Earth couldn't produce that even in another hundred million years.

Little Jon was still young, after all, and his understanding of the world was immature. He couldn't determine which world he was in based on his memories. Jon turned on the computer to search for information. This old computer belonged to the butler and his wife's son; it was quite old, and based on the principle of making use of waste, they'd given it to Jon.

The server took more than a minute to load. Looking at the recommended and pinned posts, he quickly typed a few words and clicked.

Looking at the answers given by the search engine, Jon was directly stunned. 'Whale Island, surrounded by the sea on all sides, the residents are mainly engaged in fishing, beautiful scenery, with a large number of rare animals.' Whale Island is the birthplace of Gon Freecss, the protagonist of Hunter x Hunter. Combined with the fact that the occupations of the wealthy on the rich list he'd just seen were inexplicably filled in as Professional Hunter, Jon was now convinced that this was the world of Hunter x Hunter. This world could be considered a mid-level martial arts world, with an extremely high level of danger. This was a safe world my ass.

"I thought it was a slice-of-life world, but I didn't expect it to be the Hunter world." Jon lay back on the bed, recalling bits and pieces of his previous life, a fear of being unable to return home intertwined with a fear of his life being out of his control. He recalled his motherland in his previous life. Although he was a wage slave, at least there was a government to stand up for you; you wouldn't be casually killed at every turn. In this world, if you were casually killed by the Phantom Troupe, who would you cry to?

Suddenly startled, Jon recalled the novels he'd read on Qidian in his previous life. Under normal circumstances, the protagonists of transmigration would have a golden finger. He silently recited, "Old Grandpa, System-kun, Main God, if you're there, give me a shout."

"System is activating..." A heavenly electronic voice came from within his brain. Even the sounds outside the window...

What? A system? I really am the chosen one. God still loves me after all. Jon suddenly became ecstatic. This definitely wasn't a dream. Thinking that he could also start a face-slapping journey like other protagonists, killing in all directions, and reaching the peak of the world. No, as the King of the World, how could he not have a harem of wives and concubines? The golden finger had arrived; next was the time to show off. Thinking of this, his smile gradually became perverted.

"Detecting the energy system of this world, synchronizing..."

"JOJO's Bizarre Adventure is starting."

Jon fell into a moment of silence upon seeing this name. This familiar interface, this deja vu feeling... This seemed to be that trash game that he and his roommate made to蹭 the popularity of Golden Wind. It had most of the Stands and items from JOJO Parts 1-7. Because everyone was a JOJO fan, they made it very carefully, which led to an incomplete mall system, so the game was a money-losing product. This game was similar to NetEase's games; you could氪, but you'd still get beat up.

"System, are you there?" Jon tentatively asked.

The system did not respond. Jon understood in his heart that this system wasn't very intelligent. He heard that some people even had romances with system AIs, which he was a little envious of. However, Jon was still quite glad that at least the system wouldn't just抹杀 him at every turn, nor would it have a system spirit constantly乱币币 for no reason.

Seeing that the system hadn't responded for a long time, Jon skillfully clicked on the newbie gift pack. Still the familiar recipe, still the familiar taste. Inside were three covered cards: an item card, an ability card, and a Stand card. Turning over the Stand card would 100% guarantee a Stand, as for what you'd get, it completely depended on your luck.

emmmmmm…

Looking at luck.

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