Foreigner's Journey

With that said, he crossed the wreckage of the shop door scattered all over the place and came to the street outside the shop.

The loud noise just now alarmed the surrounding pedestrians, but not only did no good people gather, but the surrounding pedestrians walked more and more in a hurry, for fear of being related to the trouble here.

Izenaby found a secluded alley, took out a Beetle-style mobile phone from behind, entered the number and waited anxiously for the call to connect.

beep--

"Hello, this is the Hunter's Association headquarters, what do you need..."

"The bean noodles man, I'm Izenaby! Please help me get through to the president's phone right away!"

"Mr. Izenaby, long time no see, are you?"

"I have something very important that I would like to ask the president for instructions!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

……

Jingle Bell!

Heather and Father Jack, who were packing the last bit of garbage on the ground into the empty box, looked towards the store door subconsciously.

I saw Izenaby put one hand in his pocket, and his right hand kept the gesture of ringing the bell on the door beam: "It seems that I don't need my help to clean up?"

"You are a guest, how can I ask you to help clean up."

Father Jack stood up tremblingly and straightened his waist painfully:

"Oh, it won't work if you squat for a long time. There will be a lot of trouble when the police arrive. If you need anything, Izana, hurry up and pick it up. Today, you will be seven, er, twenty percent off."

"In fact..."

Izenaby took out a document from his arms, with two crossed [X] printed on it and a line of barcodes. The whole document looked ordinary.

This is?Father Jack and Heather came over.

"I'll send them away when the police arrive, no doubt because I do have that privilege."

Izenaby smiled slightly, with a proud smile on his face: "I am [Hunter]."

Heather blinked and said hesitantly, "I'm a [Death Knight], with a level of 470, and all the enchanted gems..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Father Jack's exclamation.

"Izenaby, are you [Hunter]?"

Daddy Jack's face turned red: "Awesome, no wonder... If a hunter with a 'kill license' handles this matter, it will be very easy! [-]% off! Iznaby, you are shopping in the store today. [-]% off all!"

Heather stood with her arms folded over her chest, frowning slightly.

Permission to kill?hunter?Sounds a bit familiar!

Quickly sorting out the language in his mind, Izenaby cleared his throat and looked at Heather:

"Heather, I want to ask you a question - do you know what a [psychic] is?"

Heather tilted his head: "Those with the ability to think? Hold a spoon and bend the cultivator with thought?"

"No, it's a psychic who can use life energy."

Izenaby raised a finger, and he didn't see any other unnecessary movements, but Heather instantly assumed an attacking stance subconsciously.

Father Jack looked left and right, completely understanding what kind of riddle these two were playing.

"Very keen perception, I just mobilized a little bit of [intention] and [killing intent] aimed at you, and you noticed it immediately. This is the difference between you and ordinary people, Heather."

Izenaby smiled: "I'm pretty sure that you are a natural telepath."

Father Jack also understood at this time: "Izenaby, do you mean that little Heather also has the qualifications to become a hunter?"

"That's what I'm going to say next."

Izenaby took out the Beetle phone from behind and shook it with a serious expression:

"I just asked Isaac Nitro, the president of the Hunter Association, to get approval by phone, allowing me to officially teach Heather how to use the [read]. Heather, if you agree, I will do my best to help you. Really open mind and become a qualified minder."

Heather didn't agree immediately, but pushed the black mirror frame on the bridge of her nose, with a calm tone: "It sounds pretty good, but not everyone is qualified to learn the ability to read, right? We have only known each other for less than 10 minutes. Just telling me such a secret thing and rushing to accept me as a disciple makes me feel a little guilty."

The doubts inside and outside the words have not decreased but increased, showing distrust.

Izenaby didn't care, but instead laughed:

"It turns out that it's a bit abrupt and ill-considered. But I'm short of time here, so I can only make it clear. I hope you don't mind."

He unzipped the black hooded jacket to reveal the white martial arts uniform inside, with the Chinese character "heart" embroidered on the chest.

"What I practice is the flow of the heart. Our school attaches great importance to the practice of the heart, and encourages disciples to help when they see a suitable and good seedling, and guide them to grow. Therefore, most people in the school have the habit of accepting disciples and teaching them. Because of this, Heart Source continues to grow and expand, with more and more friends and support. By the way, the representative of Heart Source is Isaac Nitro, President of the Hunter Guild.”

"Heather, you are born with the ability to read, and your talent is indeed limitless, but 'the action is higher than the human being, and the crowd must be wrong'. Give you a hand, at least help you enter the world of the mind-capable person correctly and safely."

With a very sincere tone, Izenaby really accepted the apprentice with the attitude of not asking for anything in return.

Heather snorted: "Oh? Didn't you just say that time is tight, so why do you have time to teach me?"

His tone softened a bit, thinking that he had moved his mind.

Iznabi rubbed his chin full of stubble and smiled: "No conflict, no conflict, my mission this time is to teach a new hunter to complete the training of mind power on behalf of the Hunter Association. That kid should be ready in two hours. I will arrive in this city by train, just to take you with me, even if one sheep is chasing two sheep, it is also chasing."

Heather scratched his head, looked at Daddy Jack, and hesitated: "But if I leave, the old man's shop..."

"Go! Heather!"

Unexpectedly, the old Jack, who used to go back and forth in the past, patted Heather on the arm and said loudly:

"How could a small grocery store trap you? Dad, I won't hold you back. If it's a big deal, I will recruit another stunner... Excellent young people to help! Izana has known him for a long time than me, he really He is a good man, and I believe he will also be a good teacher. Just take whatever you need from the store, all for free!"

Ezenaby laughed and joked: "Oh, old Jack can say the word 'free', which shows that he really saw you as his junior to see Heather."

Heather seemed a little embarrassed, and scratched his cheek: "You stinky old man, you should take good care of the store, and when I learn the ability to read, I will come back and show my skills! Our goal is to open a hundred 'Octopus Jack Department Store' chain stores. , the one that can be listed, I have already thought about the trademark and slogan..."

"Too much nonsense! Pack up and get out of here!"

Father Jack wasn't quite used to this kind of sensational plot, and shouted angrily: "Izenaby, hurry up and go to the warehouse to see if there is anything you need to get. Heather, you bastard, go upstairs and pack your luggage!"

10 minutes later, Heather, who was still wearing a work uniform, was standing at the door of the store with a gray canvas bag, while Izenaby, who had just been sent away by the police, was also standing outside the door with a bag on his back.

After all, he only lived for a month, and he didn't have many personal belongings and clothes to take away, so Heather traveled lightly.

Ezenaby just picked up some necessities like shampoo, toothpaste, toilet paper, etc. in the warehouse. The strangest thing is that he took a few goblets on purpose, and asked him what they were used for, mysteriously. Ken said.

What kind of mystery are you pretending to be?

Heather finally remembered when the other party mentioned the hunter and the ability of the mind——

Feeling brother, this is the world of "Hunter X Hunter"?

###Chapter 3 The Evicted ###

One thing must be clarified in advance.

Heather didn't travel to the hunter world chicly and unrestrainedly because he picked up some strange old object from the street stall or clicked an option that shouldn't be clicked with the mouse.

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

From a young age, Heather felt out of place with those around him.

The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the agility and explosiveness are stronger than adults. He has never been sick. The skin looks delicate but it is very tough and not easy to be injured. The dynamic vision is ridiculously good. Has a face that can easily get in trouble.

And all of this keeps getting stronger with age.

Before the age of 10, when looking at Superman comics, Heather wondered more than once whether he was an alien who was left on earth, with an alien name called Joe Hale or something.

Thinking about it again, isn't there a secret base or a superman suit waiting for you?

I took the comics and asked my parents with great interest, and all I got was a blank eye - can you fly?Do you have heat sight?Are you invulnerable?Don't be stupid baby, you are our biological son, but you are just a little better than normal children.

Having said that, Heather's parents knew that Muxiu would be destroyed by the forest wind. Their son was not an ordinary good tree, but a general Sherman tree in the bushes!So they taught Heather to learn to hide and disguise himself from an early age.

With a withdrawn personality, few friends, two otaku in four eyes, useless sports, poor academic performance, looks good but ugly hairstyle, aesthetic needs to be improved urgently...

This was the inherent impression of the people around him on Heather.

And Heather pretended to be an otaku for so long that he really became a nerd.

I have no interest in the two-dimensional, cute, old-school comics like Dragon Ball Saint Seiya. I can tell the model and weapon configuration of every Gundam. I am a fan of the machine war series, whether it is DC or Marvel series superheroes (especially It’s a heroine) are all familiar, World of Warcraft’s two camps have full professional levels, and the Internet meme is flying...

If there is any difference between Heather and other otakus, it is that he can kill a rhino with one punch, while other otakus can only rely on sliding shovels and extreme anger.

In recent years, Heather has begun to feel that something is not quite right.

The first is himself, his luck is getting worse and worse, if it is not for his excellent physical fitness, I am afraid that he would have died in various accidents.

Then there are his parents, who also became unlucky a few months ago. According to this trend, it will soon evolve into a routine of being hit by a car while walking and being smashed by a high-altitude parabola.

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

It was a Saturday morning.

After getting up, Heather stumbled and slipped into the toilet with his slippers, humming in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth while thinking about what birthday present to give Dad.

Suddenly he froze.

A line of writing made of white frost appeared on the surface of the mirror in front of him.

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

"what?"

What the hell, I have lived as a hidden superman for 18 years, and today I finally come into contact with the mysterious power of this world?

Heather enthusiastically took toothpaste and smeared a few words under the line of frosty writing—fairy?monster?Superpower organization?Justice League?

[Can you stop using toothpaste?It hurts the mirror and is not easy to clean! !Just talk directly! ! ! 】

Five exclamation marks, indicating that the mysterious man hidden behind the mirror is a bit of a clean slob.Immediately afterwards, a line of white frost handwriting appeared, and it appeared very fast.

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

Heather frowned, not because he was deceitful, but because he had already realized that it was his own bad luck that affected his parents.But he has never found a good solution. 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 and even affecting my parents?"

Heather raised his biggest question of all time.

【How can you curl up in a rabbit den as a male lion?Even if you try to hide, the world begins to reject your presence. 】