Foreigner's Journey

"If the water in the cup increases dramatically, then it is the [Enhanced System]. The Enhanced System can use the mind to strengthen itself to fight. In terms of combat ability, this is the strongest."

"If the taste of water changes, it's the [change system] that can change the nature of qi."

"Leaves move autonomously, which is the [operating system] that uses gas to manipulate matter or creatures."

"The color of the water changes, and the [release system] that shoots the air from a long distance to fight."

"If there is a phenomenon that is different from the other five systems, it is the [Trait System]."

Kurapika was a little disappointed: "Really... It would be nice if it had the strongest combat ability."

"Idiot, it's not just what you want, it's determined by your constitution. Of course, it's not that you can't learn the power-up type moves. Before that..."

Izenaby poured out the water in the glass, filled it with fresh water and replaced a leaf: "Come on, Heather, see what you are."

"Wait for a long time!"

Heather also shrouded his hands on both sides of the cup wall and activated his thoughts.

Click!Click!

With a series of dense and crisp sounds, fine cracks appeared on the wall of the cup, and a large number of crystals of metallic color appeared in the water and were still expanding!

In just one second, the cup couldn't hold on anymore, the glass exploded, the water in the cup was sprinkled on the stones, and all the crystals disappeared.

"You are also a [Embodied Type]. Unexpectedly, I thought you would be a [Enhanced Type] or a [Trait Type]..."

Ezenaby subconsciously stroked his stubble chin.

"Master! You haven't said how I can use the power of the Enhancement system!" Kurapika couldn't wait.

"Tsk, what a real apprentice. You only call me master when you ask me!"

Izenaby scratched his head, picked up a pen and marked the six corners of the hexagon on the paper with the names of the six major departments, and then wrote the corresponding values ​​one by one.

"Listen carefully, assuming you can fully utilize the abilities of the manifestation system, then the rate of ability cultivation of other departments will become like this."

He pointed to the values ​​written on the paper, which were [Embodied] 100%, [Transformation] 80%, [Enhanced] 60%, [Release] 40%, [Operation] 60%, [Trait system] 0%.

"It doesn't matter how talented you are." Izenaby glanced at Heather: "As long as it's not the ability department to which he belongs, he can't fully utilize it."

He also pointed to the direct release system of the manifestation system: "The farther the ability is from your own system, the lower the cultivation rate."

Kurapika frowned and looked at the hexagonal shape on the paper for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why is the trait system 0%?"

"The trait department is very special. You can't learn it if you want to. It needs a special bloodline or a very special growth environment."

The pen barrel spun quickly between Izenaby's fingers, and then he grabbed it: "The trait system is placed in the middle of the embodiment system and the operation system, because people in these two systems have the highest probability of being converted into the trait system later. , which means that you may still learn the abilities of the trait system. But don't be deceived by the name, most of the traits are auxiliary abilities with strange effects, and it is better to face the enemy head-on than the embodiment."

Kurapika's brows furrowed even tighter: "I need the power to defeat the enemy alone more than the manifestation and trait types!"

"You said before that you chose to be a hunter in order to recapture the flaming red eyes left by the Kuluta tribe, right? Battles big and small are inevitable, and you are right to expect to gain the power of the enhancement system. Because the reinforcement system takes into account both offensive, defensive and healing capabilities, it can be called the strongest combat system.”

Iznabi shook the pen in his hand: "It's a pity that you are in the Realization Department. If you study the Enhancement Department, as shown in the picture, you can only practice about half of your skills and power."

Heather suddenly asked: "If the quality and total amount of qi on both sides are similar, in the battle between the embodiment and the enhancement, who will win?"

"Well……"

Iznabi snapped his scalp and threw the pen on the paper: "This cannot be easily concluded. In the face of the reinforcement system with high attack power and defense power, it is difficult for the embodiment system to win. However, if You can use the ability of the embodiment system to turn the gas into a real thing, and you can exert amazing power. Heather, I ask you, can the embodiment create a [knife that can cut through anything]?”

"Can't you? This is far beyond the limits of theory and human beings." Heather tilted his head.

"Yes, this kind of outrageous thing is naturally impossible to manifest. But if you just make a [hard and sharp knife], it will be fine. However, will you be willing? If it is this level, why don't you buy one? What about the real famous sword?"

Izenabi rubbed his chin and said slowly:

"If it's just a weapon that embodies the real thing, it can't reflect the strange power of the mind at all, and at most it can bring about the effect of being retractable. If this is the case, the embodying system will naturally suffer in battle... Imagination!"

Heather understood a little: "You mean, as long as I think this thing can materialize, and I have enough qi, then I can really do it?"

"Idiot, have you listened to me? You must carefully consider the items that are most suitable for materialization, and you must not fail. Because it takes a lot of concentration, imagination and practice to flexibly materialize something."

Kurapika fell into a depression, just an ordinary weapon, how could it deal with the ghostly thugs of the Phantom Troupe!

"I have a question. Suppose I want to materialize a knife that [cuts everything], it must be impossible, right? Then there are some additional conditions, weak points, and similar effects. Is it possible to materialize a knife? ?"

Heather's words woke Kurapika, and he looked up at Izenaby.

Izenaby scratched his head: "Two apprentices that are really troublesome... Well, there are, [Restrictions and Oaths]."

"[Restrictions] that make conditions and then implement and [Oaths] that you swear to obey. Make rules and swear in your heart, [No matter what happens, you must abide by this condition]!"

Izenaby raised his right hand and clenched his fist all of a sudden: "The stricter the rules, the greater the power! Just like playing mahjong or poker, the harder the cards are, the higher the score. If you use general methods to strengthen your ability to read, Additive effect, then the mind that established constraints and vows is a multiplicative effect, which can increase the ability several times!"

"Within the scope of what you can abide by in your heart, set restrictions on the weapons you manifest. To be honest, this bold technique is not stable, like a double-edged sword. Once the oath is broken, the ability to read will be counterproductive. Destruction by force! Speaking of which, have you thought about what items you want to materialize?"

"chain."

Kurapika said quietly:

"When I knew that I belonged to the incarnation system, something like this appeared in my mind. Evil ghosts like the Phantom Troupe who do whatever they want need to be tied to the underworld with chains!"

"It looks like you won't be willing to embody ordinary chains, any ideas?"

"Only for the brigade, a chain that cannot be broken free."

"The condition is not to use it in places other than the target? It's not strict enough!" Izenaby shook his head: "Only at this level, there is no way to make an [unbreakable chain]."

"Don't worry, it's just a precondition that you can't use chains on people outside the brigade."

Kurapika's eyes gradually turned fiery red: "I will risk my life. Once I break the oath, my heart will be broken by my own chains. This is my consciousness!"

Izenaby stood up with a surprised expression: "Wait a minute, Kurapika! After you turned into fiery red eyes, did the [Qi] increase a lot... Yes, the [Qi] has increased a lot!"

He hurriedly found a new goblet, filled it with water, and threw a leaf: "Come here and do the Mizuhiro again! Maybe you are..."

"The leaves are moving, the color has turned red, the amount of water has increased, unidentified debris has appeared, etc..."

Iznabi dipped his finger in water and tasted it in his mouth: "The taste has also changed! Kurapika, you are not only an embodiment type, but when you become a red eye, you are a trait type!"

"Is this really good? Making gold fingers on site?"

Although Heather, who was sitting beside him, had read the original comics, he was still speechless when he saw this scene.

Kurapika's trait is the ability characteristic, as long as it is in the red eye state, no matter which mind ability system can exert [-]% ability!Its name is—

【Absolute Time】!

### Take a day off###

"I left my hometown with my luggage... I often dream of my beloved girl... I am far away and my heart is in my hometown..."

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and the humid air was filled with a slightly earthy smell, and the surface of the bluestone-paved street reflected the patter of sunlight.

At the door of a second-floor grocery store on the street, a young man leaning on a broom was humming a song that no one could understand, looking lazily at the people coming and going on the street.

This is a young man about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure that is more standard than the model, and the coarse handyman's clothes on his body look like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit.His black hair over the ears is matte like a crow feather, and the upper half of his face is firmly blocked by the old-fashioned thick bangs hairstyle. Coupled with the large black-rimmed glasses that are aesthetically worrisome, his face can hardly be seen clearly What does it look like.

After finishing the sweeping work with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head to look at the grocery store behind him, the outdated facade, the poor variety of goods, the single-digit daily passenger flow, and the crumbling broken wooden signboard, signboard The cartoon octopus drawn above is so discolored that it is almost impossible to distinguish its shape.

This made the youth wonder how long the grocery store could last.

"Heather! Don't be lazy at the door, come and move the goods!"

The dull voice of tobacco and alcohol came out of the door: "Lazy, don't you want a salary?"

The young man named Heather's face collapsed, he reluctantly propped his broom against the wall, clapped the ashes on his hands and walked towards the house, and the lyrics he hummed changed:

"Holding wowotou in my hand... There is not a drop of oil in the dish..."

Jingle Bell!

When the store door opened, a crisp bell rang.

As soon as you enter the door, there are six rows of shelves, two of which are relatively new.Nearly 1/3 of the shelves are empty, and there are also some inferior daily necessities, cheap instant snacks, and some wilted vegetables and fruits. Really valuable goods such as cigarettes, wines and the like are all locked in light blue and thick. Inside the counter made of glass.

The fan above his head was spinning feebly, making a creaking noise, and Heather, who pushed open the store door, focused his attention on the figure behind the counter.

Daddy Jack, the owner of the 'Octopus Jack Department Store'.

"What are you looking at? Why, Young Master Hai lost his memory after sweeping the floor?"

His fat belly stretched his greasy plaid shirt tightly, his gray beard was like a mess of wires tangled in a ball, and the hair was so sparse that it was enough to cover his shiny, shiny hair. With a skull and a textbook-like rosacea, the first impression of this chunky old man is not so good.

Father Jack was half paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like carrots pointed to the warehouse behind him, his tobacco and alcohol voice chattered mercilessly: "You have the advantage of being strong, boy. Hurry up and bring ten boxes of Silo Sparkling Water out."

"Ten boxes? Do you want to sell our store to 2009, old man? It's Dadamir in 82, and you are Silu in 99, awesome!"

The language was switched from Chinese to the common language of the world, and Heather complained while walking towards the back warehouse: "I've helped you to think about the advertising words - 99 years of Silu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, noble experience, splendid The incense blows your face, allowing you to experience all kinds of hospitals."

"It rhymes... Where did you come from so much nonsense?"

After recollecting it, Father Jack shouted angrily, and saw Heather slip into the warehouse before shaking his head: "It's a great guy, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth."

One late night two months ago, when I was driving to buy goods, I found this kid in a coma lying on the side of the road wearing pajamas.

Yes, if he was left in place like this, in the morning, I am afraid that his remains could only be found on the operating table of illegal black doctors.

Although he was stunned for a long time after waking up, I have to say that this kid does have a lot of brute force.Relying on the identity of the savior, coupled with the management of food and housing and low wages, I hired this bastard who claimed to have amnesia without signing any contract, and contracted all the chores in the store to him.

Then he found out that he had earned it.

His strength is terrifying, he never seems to be tired, and he is not very particular about food and accommodation. Although he is not very respectful to himself, he can basically complete the tasks assigned to him. If there is anything wrong with it, he has a large appetite and mouth. too broken.

What?Salary is too low?

A suspicious illiterate of unknown origin who claims to have amnesia, who manages his own food and manages himself, and who pays 1 monks a month is already a saint in the world, okay?

For a time, Father Jack was moved by his kindness. He wiped the corner of his eyes and took out half a bottle of whisky from under the cabinet, and took a sip with his head up.

Jingle Bell!

The door of the store was pushed open, and a tall man in a black hooded tracksuit walked into the grocery store and greeted Dad Jack with a smile: "Yo, old Jack."

"Izenaby, haven't seen each other for more than two months, and the supplies are not enough?"

Father Jack wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand you, is it so energetic to practice in the deep mountains and old forests? If you leave me alone for a day, I will be suffocated and die of suffocation."

The tall man known as Izenaby smiled gently, walked over to the grocery category shelf related to daily necessities, and said:

"This is the mainstream practice method of our sect, and it's good to get used to it. By the way, the last time I came here, I was clamoring for your handyman to go back to my hometown. Have you recruited new people recently?"

Old Jack curled his lips: "...reluctantly."

"Really recruited?"