Almost Became the Shortest-Lived Transmigrator in History

"Comminuted fracture of the left arm, eight broken ribs, one of which punctured the left lung, torn muscles in the right leg, a fractured and dislocated knee joint, ruptured liver, spleen, and right kidney, massive internal bleeding in the abdominal cavity..."

"Although we performed emergency treatment, young man, it truly is a miracle that you survived!"

"Normally, someone with injuries like yours would either die on the spot or remain in critical condition over the following days. You might even suffer permanent disabilities or become vegetative."

"But you have remained conscious the entire time, with no signs of confusion or falling asleep. Moreover, your injuries are healing themselves at an astonishing rate."

"Barring any surprises, there should not be any serious lasting complications."

"In any case, get some proper rest. I will come back at this time tomorrow to check on your condition."

With the examination concluded, a slightly balding old doctor in his fifties gave the patient lying in bed a reassuring smile, then left the white ward with his assistant and two nurses.

Only after they had gone far away did the fourteen-year-old boy in the hospital bed, with short silver hair and violet light glimmering in his pupils, curl his lips slightly and mutter in a very low voice, "I ran into the Toilet God of War, Hisoka, the biggest pervert in this world, the moment I transmigrated here. I nearly got killed outright? In a way, I really am horribly unlucky."

Clearly, he was not from this world, but an ordinary young man from Earth.

Originally, he had been sitting alone at home, multitasking—opening the login screen to play a game while pulling up a classic anime from his favorites, then taking a sip of ice-cold happy fat-house water, planning to spend a relaxing and pleasant weekend that way.

But who could have imagined that he would habitually kick the poorly connected power strip beneath the table, accidentally knock over the large bottle of happy fat-house water, and instantly lose consciousness?

When he woke up again, he had already taken over the body of this fourteen-year-old boy named Allen. He found a bloodstained playing card lodged in his chest, with splattered blood and mangled corpses scattered everywhere around him.

Perhaps it was because of the transmigration, or perhaps because he now possessed a new soul and consciousness, but in the next few seconds, the chest wound torn open by the playing card rapidly healed.

Before he could figure out what was happening from the original owner's remaining memories, he suddenly saw a nearly six-foot-three figure dressed like a clown charging toward him, radiating terrifying killing intent as he repeatedly muttered, "Ah! There's still one fish that slipped through the net!"

Under the intense external stimulation, he immediately entered a strange state. A vast amount of combat experience, weapon techniques, and bizarre "skills" then exploded into his mind.

Without a doubt, all of it came from the Hunter in World of Warcraft.

More precisely, it came from the Game Character he had created on a classic server and leveled to forty-five.

What followed was naturally the summoning of his pet—Lupos, the Duskwood Rare Elite—followed by casually placing a Freezing Trap, drawing the Green Guardian Bow, and firing a Concussive Shot at his enemy.

Since Hisoka was in an excited state at the time and had underestimated him somewhat, he took the skill head-on. His entire body fell into a powerful stun, leaving him rooted in place and unable to move forward another step. Clearly, the twenty-percent knockout effect from Improved Concussive Shot had triggered.

Seizing that Time Difference, he activated Rapid Fire and opened with the Hunter's three-piece combo: Multi-Shot, Arcane Shot, and Serpent Sting.

At the same time, under his master's command, Wolf King Lupos directly activated Wild Rage, the ultimate ability of the Beast Mastery Talent, then charged at the enemy and began tearing into him like mad.

As expected, Hisoka paid the price for his carelessness.

Several sharp serrated arrows pierced his torso, while the energy explosion from Arcane Shot severely blasted apart his right shoulder, exposing a large expanse of bloody muscle. Lupos's bite also tore away a massive chunk of flesh from one of his legs.

Although the injuries were still far from crippling or fatal, with that amount of blood loss, he would soon enter shock from excessive bleeding.

Even more terrifyingly, the poison from Serpent Sting, attached to the arrows, had already spread throughout his body with his blood, constantly draining away his vitality.

"Ahahahaha! Wonderful! You're amazing! Is this your ability? Delicious! So delicious!"

With his life under grave threat, Hisoka did not retreat like most normal people would. Instead, he became even more excited, laughing maniacally as he launched another Charge.

This time, a mysterious layer of power clearly enveloped his body, preventing most arrows and Lupos's bites from penetrating it.

Although the Freezing Trap slightly hindered him and bought some time, the transmigrator with the Hunter class template was ultimately defeated by his opponent's powerful Nen abilities. Even Aspect of the Cheetah could not help him widen the distance.

The grievous injuries he now suffered came from being repeatedly battered by fists wrapped in Nen abilities after the Hunter class template's health had been reduced to zero.

If Hisoka had not realized at the last moment that the boy he was brutally beating had no Nen abilities and stopped in time, his corpse would probably be cold by now.

Before leaving, Hisoka did not forget to say, "I eagerly await your growth." Then he turned and left alone, never appearing again.

"From today onward, I am Allen. But why, out of all the Game Characters I created, did I get a Hunter? Was it simply because this world had Hunters, so it automatically selected one based on the similarity of the names? That is way too casual! Oh, well. Something is better than nothing. At least I know that once the Hunter reaches level sixty, its abilities alone will definitely pose a considerable threat to those powerful Nen users. Besides, we can learn Nen abilities too, right, Lupos?"

Having said that, Allen, with the body of a boy and the soul of an adult, turned his head to look at the Silver Giant Wolf lying beside the hospital bed.

There was no need to ask; this giant wolf was his pet as a Hunter—the once-glorious but later severely weakened Shadow Wolf King, Lupos.

"Wooo!"

The giant wolf intelligently stuck out his tongue and licked the palm his master extended toward him, yellow-green light bursting from his eyes.

Because of Soul Link from the Hunter talents, he easily understood what his master was trying to convey and nodded his huge head in agreement.

Through the shared memories and thoughts of Soul Link, Lupos had already begun to understand the concept of Nen abilities. Combined with his earlier close-quarters struggle against the Nen user Hisoka, he had begun showing faint signs of awakening Nen abilities.

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