Hunter's Notebook

"I... I'm still alive?"

Maud's eyes snapped open, and he shot upright, stunned to find himself lying on a crude wooden plank bed.

Before he could even take in his surroundings, a sharp pain shot through his head.

Images, covered in faint lines, flashed through his mind like a carousel.

Unfamiliar.

Clear.

Blurry.

These jumbled memories seemed to be the cause of the stabbing pain.

"But I was already..."

Amidst the pain, Maud's eyes held a look of bewilderment.

He clearly remembered being caught in the crossfire during the incident in the Hunter Association's main hall, unfortunately affected by the power of the Zoldyck Family's "Wish Machine."

He wasn't the only one; even the protagonist group of the Hunter world and many strong individuals from the Hunter Association weren't spared.

In the face of such an unreasonable power that seemed to break through dimensions, he, despite doing nothing, was hit while lying down.

In an instant, without even a chance to resist, his body was twisted like a rope.

The change was swift and sudden, but the intense pain lingered, casting a shadow of death over Maud's thoughts.

As if in a trance, he could still faintly feel the tearing pain from his skin.

After a long while, the negative sensations brought on by the shadow of death slowly faded.

He was alive.

That was enough.

Only then did Maud have the time to survey his surroundings.

It was a wooden room, less than ten square meters in space, with a faint smell of mold in the air.

Visible cracks marred the wooden walls and floor.

The furnishings in the room were exceptionally sparse. Besides the single bed Maud was lying on, the only other furniture was a set of wooden table and chairs devoid of any decorations, and a mirror hanging on the wall.

A low-wattage incandescent bulb dangled from the ceiling, providing limited light to the room.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the room, not even a single window.

His gaze slowly swept over the dust-covered table and chairs, finally settling on the mirror beside them, which was covered in a thin layer of dust.

Through the reflection in the mirror, Maud saw an unfamiliar black-haired boy.

The boy in the mirror looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. His features weren't handsome, but they were clean and pleasant.

The boy's forehead was wrapped in layers of blood-stained bandages, his face was unnaturally pale, and he looked frail.

Maud stared blankly at the "self" in the mirror, and the unfamiliar memories in his mind gradually became clearer.

Under the brief baptism of these strange memories, Maud, enduring the stabbing pain, his eyes grew increasingly filled with shock and uncertainty.

"So that's how it is..."

He had transmigrated again.

And this time, it wasn't a body-swap, but a soul transmigration.

That's why he had survived in this manner.

Slowly exhaling, Maud wasn't in a hurry to get out of bed to further investigate his location.

Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly began to accept the residual memories of this body, trying to extract useful information from them.

After a long while, Maud opened his eyes. Fine beads of sweat had quietly formed on his pale face.

"A slaver ship and a pirate ship..."

He lightly traced the sweat on his cheek with his index finger, murmuring to himself as he lowered his head.

He had figured out the origin of this body.

The previous owner came from a merchant family. During one of his business trips, he was unfortunately plundered by pirates.

Apart from young boys like the previous owner, all the adults on the merchant ship were slaughtered by the pirates, including the previous owner's parents.

Afterward, the previous owner was sold to a slaver ship and confined in a room with other young children, the floor covered with hay.

A few days later, the slaver ship was suddenly attacked, and a cannonball blew open the room where the previous owner was held.

His recent memories cut off here.

After that...

Maud touched the bandages on his forehead; the wound didn't hurt much.

He had no memory of how he ended up in this room.

But to have escaped death in such a way, Maud felt nothing but relief and joy.

"Pirates, pirates... could this be the world of One Piece?"

Maud pondered.

He wasn't entirely sure.

But the only thing he could confirm right now was that he had to start all over again.

"If only my ability was still here."

Maud thought silently.

As the thought arose, without any warning, a thin black notebook appeared out of thin air in his hand.

On the cover of the black notebook, two Chinese characters, "Hunter," were outlined in silver patterns.

Below the characters "Hunter," there were four blank parallel silver lines, and a pen with no ink was attached to the spine of the notebook.

Looking at the materialized black notebook and quill, Maud's eyes widened.

He clearly had no Nen ability, yet it had activated.

And...

Maud looked at the blank space on the parallel silver lines.

The silver lines should have displayed four types of text reflecting his "needs," but they were now cleared.

Maud opened the notebook.

What greeted his eyes was still a blank page.

Rustle—

He turned to the second page, the third page...

Still blank!

On the original pages, the results of his four years of low-key "hunting" in the Hunter world were recorded, but now they were all gone.

"Did it reset? No wonder I can't feel any 'gains'."

Although his hunting achievements had been wiped clean due to the reset, the fact that his ability was still intact was enough to make Maud ecstatic.

The Hunter's Notebook was a growth-type ability that Maud had painstakingly developed in the Hunter x Hunter world to maximize the intelligence advantage of a transmigrator, allowing him to convert information into strength to the greatest extent possible.

To activate the ability, five steps had to be completed:

Set Hunting Requirements → Find Hunting Target → Prepare for Hunting → Complete Hunting Action → Harvest Hunting Results.

The first step was to record four different requirements based on one's own needs on the silver lines. The four requirements Maud had recorded were: Nen ability techniques, Heartbeat Listening, Latent Aura, and Manifest Aura.

However, if he were in the world of One Piece, these requirements would clearly not work.

But some requirements could be universal.

For example, physical techniques, sword techniques, physical strength, experience with Devil Fruit abilities, or Haki experience...

After recording the [Requirements], simply writing the target's name on the notebook page and visualizing the target's appearance in his mind would complete the second step of finding a hunting target.

The third step, hunting preparation, involved recording accurate information about the hunting target's various abilities.

The more detailed the recorded information, the richer the harvest after personally killing the target.

With his ability still intact, even if he had to start over, he could grow at the fastest pace.

Maud was excited but quickly calmed down.

He realized a problem.

Although the Hunter's Notebook was still there, he wasn't sure if it was applicable to the current world.

If it wasn't applicable, then he had just gotten happy for nothing.

Slowly closing the Hunter's Notebook, Maud muttered to himself, "It's a good start anyway, but for now, I need to figure out the current situation as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot suddenly rang out from outside.

Maud's eyes narrowed, and he reflexively rolled off the bed, looking warily at the closed room door.

Then, the gunshots became more frequent, like the sound of fireworks blooming repeatedly in the distance, but some distance away.

Hearing that the source of the gunshots was not inside the house but somewhere outside, Maud didn't let his guard down, instinctively tightening his grip on the Hunter's Notebook.

With his current body, if he encountered an unexpected situation, he would be like fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

The gunshots outside continued back and forth for a full five minutes before gradually subsiding, and Maud had also stared at the room door for over five minutes.

The gunshots just now had given him a preliminary taste of the chaos in this world.

Clutching the Hunter's Notebook tightly, he couldn't feel any sense of security.

Because the Hunter's Notebook was now practically useless; only by successfully completing a hunt could he obtain tangible benefits.

Thump thump—

Not long after the gunshots stopped, Maud heard footsteps approaching from outside the room door. His pupils contracted slightly, and he put away the Hunter's Notebook.

Then, he quickly got up, moved lightly, and leaned against the wall to the right of the door.

Under the circumstances, being positioned by the door was more advantageous than crouching by the empty wooden bed.

Soon, footsteps approached.

Maud tilted his head, staring intently to his right, holding his breath.

Creak—

The wooden door was pushed open, emitting a grating, unpleasant sound.

However, no one entered the room. Instead, a dark gun barrel poked through.

The barrel was aimed at Maud at a strange angle.

In that instant, Maud's heart skipped a beat.

With his current body, being shot once would be the end of him.

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