Water Divination

Hearing wolves howling from all directions, the Wild Wolf Jing Yang controlled instantly bristled all over.

Was this ever going to end? Was heaven really determined to leave him no way out?!

Jing Yang struggled to strip a Black Suit off a corpse, barely rolled onto the back of the Wild Wolf he controlled, and draped the oversized suit over himself.

He clung tightly to the wolf's body, burying his head beneath the Black Suit. Once he shut out his own vision, he focused entirely on the sight of the Wild Wolf he controlled.

"Jing Wolf" broke into a full sprint, nimbly leaping and bounding through heaps of corpses like a black arrow slicing through the towering, dense wild grass.

Whoosh!

The wolf's shadow streaked through the dim sky. It soon leaped out of the tall grass, but its green-glowing wolf eyes suddenly constricted.

With a slap, "Jing Wolf" landed on all fours. It growled low and slowly eased its pace. Jing Yang had been jolted senseless on its back, and through the wolf's eyes, he watched the pack circling in from both flanks.

Pairs of wolf eyes glowed a ghostly green, like approaching will-o'-the-wisps... Damn it, a pack of wild oversized mutts was actually trying to encircle him? Were they using military tactics now?

"Jing Wolf" growled in its throat and slowly backed away against the grim tension of the approaching pack.

He had to stall for more time...

If his main body could recover a little more strength, perhaps he could use the strange supernatural ability of the Pentagram Mark a few more times...

If he could successfully control a few more wolves, he might still have a chance of surviving...

Jing Yang truly felt exhausted. He had somehow transmigrated and become a little kid with his dick swinging around. That alone would have been bad enough, but the moment he opened his eyes, he had been lying amid a pile of corpses, chased by a pack of Wild Wolves into this miserable state. What the hell was this? Couldn't he at least catch his breath? He did not want to die without even knowing why.

At this point, the wolves seemed to have exhausted their patience. They howled at one another and pounced at Jing Yang, wolf and human alike...

Jing Yang took a deep breath and controlled "Jing Wolf" to sharply jerk its waist and back.

The wolf kicked up with its hind legs, shoving Jing Yang, who had slipped from its back, into the tangled grass behind it.

"Jing Wolf," meanwhile, let out a shrill howl and crashed into the attacking pack.

For a moment, it felt as though countless sharp claws were slamming into its body, countless fangs gnawing, biting, and tearing at its legs, skull, waist, and back...

Projecting his consciousness into that wolf's body meant vividly feeling the pain of being torn apart by the pack. Lying at the edge of the tall grass hollow, Jing Yang quickly withdrew the consciousness attached to the wolf and stopped paying attention to the nearby battle outside. Exhausted and numb-headed, he plucked a soft strand of hair from his head. Whether it worked or not, he could not just shut his eyes and let those mangy dogs eat him. He had to struggle at least once.

But soon, the sounds of biting and wrestling vanished. In the dead silence came uneasy growls instead. The wolf pack seemed to have encountered something dangerous...

Jing Yang barely pushed himself up, carefully parted the grass, and stared in dumbfounded shock.

The wolf he had controlled earlier lay on the ground covered in blood. Around it, the pack slowly retreated, all looking toward the same place—opposite them stood the fierce beast Jing Yang had first spotted atop the high slope.

The faint moonlight made the creature approaching at a leisurely pace look like some immortal beast.

Only up close did he realize that this beast stood over a meter tall, broad and powerful. Its fur had originally been solid-colored, yet beneath the pale moonlight, it radiated a jade-like cyan-blue glow so dazzling and mesmerizing that it was hard to look away. Especially on its forehead, a pattern resembling the character for king shone just as brightly, like green jade.

"Roar..." The Tiger whose fur patterns emitted a strange jade-like glow growled at the pack.

With every step it took forward, the wolves scattered backward in fear. Once they were far enough away, they turned tail and fled in all directions.

It was just a Tiger! There were so many of you wolves. What the hell were you scared of?!

Jing Yang fumed at their cowardice. He wished he could personally control those fleeing Wild Wolves and make them swarm the strange Tiger, at least fight it to a mutual defeat!

Then he could take the chance to escape in the chaos...

The Tiger looked toward Jing Yang.

Its tiger eyes were like precious jade, reflecting one another with the literally glowing king-shaped pattern on its forehead. It was truly beautiful... Of course, it would have been even more perfect if it would stop fucking walking toward him.

The Tiger's fluffy yet genuinely terrifying huge head slowly drew close to Jing Yang... The jade-like Shimmer emitted by its forehead markings reflected in Jing Yang's eyes, drawing closer and closer... Finally, the Tiger tilted its head and gently rubbed against Jing Yang's head. Jing Yang froze. Was this Fluorescent Big Tiger expressing goodwill?

Did I really have that kind of kingly aura? Or was it because of my name?

Although Jing Yang found it baffling, he figured he had nothing to lose. The heart hanging in his throat promptly settled back into his stomach.

After rubbing against him for a while, the Tiger extended its fluffy tail, curled Jing Yang up, and placed him on its broad back.

"Clothes." Jing Yang reminded it instinctively.

Fluorescent Big Tiger picked up the suit scattered on the ground in its jaws and turned its head. Jing Yang blankly reached out to take the clothes, then slipped his two skinny arms into the sleeves one after the other.

Looking at his bloodstained fingers, Jing Yang hesitated over whether he should take the chance to draw a Pentagram on the Tiger's back...

A slightly chilly night wind blew past. Jing Yang wrapped the suit tighter around himself and gave up on the idea.

What if the ability failed and pissed off Brother Tiger instead? If that ruined this inexplicably formed friendship, the consequences might be just a tiny bit unpleasant...

Bracing himself with his hands atop the Tiger's back, Jing Yang raised his head and looked at the mess of wild grass standing out like a stubborn nail in the barren plain. Thinking of the corpses scattered throughout it, he knew this was no place to linger before figuring out what was going on.

Better get the hell out first!

Jing Yang gently patted the Tiger's back and pointed toward a direction where the night wind seemed to carry the sound of water.

Fluorescent Brother Tiger followed the direction he pointed, leaving at an unhurried pace. Along the way, Jing Yang spotted a sneaky shadow. It seemed to be the wolf he had controlled before—had that thing not been bitten to death by the pack?

Earlier, afraid of the pain, he had withdrawn his control. He had not expected that injured Wild Wolf to flee when he let his guard down.

The Wild Wolf clearly noticed Fluorescent Big Tiger approaching, as well as the human boy on its back. It turned around nervously and ran.

But Jing Yang's heart stirred. Staring at the Wild Wolf's retreating figure, he shouted, "Come here!"

The instant the words left his mouth, Jing Yang vaguely sensed an invisible heat flare up at the Rose Gold Five-Pointed Star located inside the Wild Wolf's ear, before sweeping across its entire body... The Wild Wolf stopped fleeing, turned around without hesitation, ran back to Jing Yang, and paced around with its tail wagging.

Sure enough, once this ability had been successfully applied, using it consumed the controlled target's own energy... Jing Yang once again confirmed the characteristics of his supernatural ability.

In that case, he might as well conduct a simple test while they traveled.

So, while riding the Tiger onward, he thoroughly put this controlled Wild Wolf through its paces and eventually reached a preliminary conclusion.

The control methods of the Rose Gold Five-Pointed Star Mark could be divided into three types:

① Jing Yang could completely immerse himself in the target, as though viewing a game from the first-person perspective. Perhaps because the thoughts inhabiting the target used the target's own brain as their vessel, Jing Yang could easily multitask. His main body's movements and the controlled Wild Wolf's movements did not interfere with each other in the slightest;

② Jing Yang could control the Wild Wolf marked by the Pentagram freely from an observer's perspective, as though commanding a game character;

③ Jing Yang could command the other party through verbal orders...

"Roll once, then hop forward twice." Riding the Tiger, Jing Yang issued an order to the Wild Wolf running ahead.

The latter immediately rolled on the ground, then hopped forward twice. After that, it resumed moving according to Jing Yang's earlier command: "Scout ahead, check the situation, and do not leave my line of sight." It continued scouting at neither too great nor too short a distance ahead.

Jing Yang nodded in satisfaction. "It seems even a new verbal command won't overwrite an earlier command that hasn't been completed or lifted..."

This ability is way too convenient. Doesn't that make me invincible?

Jing Yang did not know whether his supernatural ability worked on humans as well...

Speaking of humans... where exactly had he transmigrated to? Was this still Earth?

A Tiger with glowing patterns, and his own strange supernatural ability...

As Jing Yang sat atop the Tiger indulging in wild thoughts, the Wild Wolf ahead made a sound. It had lowered its head to sniff the ground, as though it had found something.

As for what it was, the sky had grown too dark, and Jing Yang did not have night vision... Huh?

Jing Yang's heart stirred. He directly switched to control method ①, instantly taking over the Wild Wolf's body ahead and gaining its vision. He clearly saw a trail of dark, dried bloodstains on the ground nearby.

Using the wolf's nose, he sniffed at them. These bloodstains... There were more farther ahead! And the wolf's sense of smell seemed to catch the thick, damp scent of sea wind on the night breeze.

Was the coast ahead?

And these bloodstains... Jing Yang imagined a scene of gangs landing at the shore, one side fleeing while the other gave chase...

As the night deepened and the moonlight grew brighter, the jade-like glow from the patterns across the great Tiger beneath Jing Yang became increasingly captivating. It raced toward the coast through the night with elegant bearing and beautiful poise, making the Wild Wolf ahead look like a clumsy country mutt by comparison.

Before long, Jing Yang arrived at the shore riding the Tiger.

From the direction of the dark, unfathomable sea came waves of slightly chilly ocean wind alongside the crashing surf. With the Wild Wolf's night vision, Jing Yang soon spotted a small cruise ship that had struck a reef and was half-submerged. The outer wall of the side cabin had been completely smashed open, and huge amounts of seawater were pouring inside...

"Hope there's no one on board." Jing Yang patted Fluorescent Big Tiger. Its patterns were far too flashy; it would be spotted from a long way off.

Jing Yang signaled for the Tiger to carry him back for the moment. Then, using method ①, he controlled the Wild Wolf from the first-person perspective and easily leaped onto the bow of the cruise ship, which had nearly crashed into the shore.

"Jing Wolf" landed on all fours. Its paws slipped across the wet deck, and it accidentally slid all the way toward the cabin entrance. It easily crashed through the door and rushed inside. The door had not even been locked...

First, he needed to check whether there was anyone aboard. Second, he needed to see if there was anything to eat. Jing Yang himself was nearly starving... He desperately needed food to replenish his energy.

The cabin was full of remnants of chaos. Various items lay scattered haphazardly through the corridors. Most rooms had their doors open, and the beds and tables inside the empty rooms were all in varying degrees of disorder. There were bloodstains in some places as well. There had clearly been fighting aboard the ship... As "Jing Wolf" searched for the kitchen, carefully keeping watch over its surroundings, something suddenly crackled beneath its paws. Jing Yang abruptly looked down and found a newspaper.

By the faint moonlight slanting into the cabin and the wolf body's excellent night vision, he clearly saw the writing and photographs in the newspaper.

He could not recognize a single character.

Yet the dense, strange writing in the newspaper, resembling tadpoles or unknown ancient totems, gave Jing Yang an oddly familiar feeling...

Damn it! Aren't these the exclusive characters from that cursed unfinished manga, Hunter x Hunter?!

Did I transmigrate into the world of Hunter x Hunter?

It was as though lightning had split the back of his mind. All the strange things he had experienced since transmigrating flashed before Jing Yang's eyes...

The weightless, water-like thing he had always felt wrapped around his body was actually life energy called 'aura'?

The Rose Gold Five-Pointed Star he used to control Wild Wolves was actually the 'Nen Abilities' he had awakened?!

The fog cleared, and everything suddenly made sense. On the shore outside, Jing Yang looked up at the moon, then glanced around. He flipped down from the Tiger, picked up a leaf, coaxed Fluorescent Brother Tiger, and had it carry him onto the ship again.

Verifying whether this was truly the Hunter World would be easy enough.

Nen Users in the Hunter World all had naturally aligned ability categories. Through a method called 'Water Divination,' they could quickly and intuitively identify them with only a cup of clear water and a leaf.

If he could successfully identify it, that would all but confirm it...

Fluorescent Big Tiger thundered into the empty cabin. Jing Yang slid off its back with the leaf clutched tightly in his hand, spread his little legs, and raced straight toward his destination.

By the sink, "Jing Wolf" was already waiting with a cup in its jaws, half-filled with clear water.