The Gravely Ill Samurai

Time travel.

The feeling of breaking through the barriers of time and space is like having a dream.

It was just a nightmare.

Various dimensional fragments were forcibly stuffed into the brain, flashing like a revolving lantern.

Various images appeared during this time, some good and some bad.

It's as if Oboro is both immersed in it and detached from it.

His soul, within the 'dream,' could clearly perceive everything, feeling it all very real.

But it's beyond our control...

Torture, pain.

And he couldn't wake up.

Gradually, Oboro learned to accept and let her soul drift freely.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when his consciousness was becoming somewhat hazy, he tried countless times to 'open' his eyes, and finally received a real response.

He succeeded.

He opened his eyes...

I woke up.

Upon waking, the first thing Oboro smelled was a pungent, smoky odor that pierced her nostrils.

It's a bit pungent.

My upper body is cold, but my lower body is warm.

Because I was covered with a blanket...

He lay on the wooden couch, with the wooden planks of the roof above his head.

This is a very unique room/hall.

"It worked...?"

She murmured something in her sleep, propped herself up with her hands, and sat up.

Looking around, I found that the interior decoration and furnishings were typical of Japanese style... There was a wooden shelf standing to the side, on which hung a samurai robe.

There are also several samurai swords on the wall.

In the center of the hall, there is a framed calligraphy and painting, which is the word "" written with a brush.

There was a coal-fired stove on the side.

A bad feeling crept into Long's heart.

He steadied himself and hurriedly searched his mind for any remaining memories, trying to integrate them into the background of this body.

Clearly, this person is dead... otherwise his soul wouldn't be able to take over his body.

The Exhaust body also sent out signals.

"Tsk... This is terrible." After a while, Long opened her closed eyelids again and couldn't help but grumble.

Although it was a journey from a world with a high-level power system to a low-level one, the difference was just too great.

Most importantly, he had a good plan... Even in a lower world, in order to one day return to Hunter x Hunter and achieve his goal of conquering the Dark Continent, he would, besides 'proving' his will, also try to scavenge as many resources as possible that would benefit him.

Or rather, after Hunter x Hunter from a higher world to a lower one, on the way back, no matter how many worlds he experiences... it's best to accumulate and enrich his own strength and means.

From high to low, due to the special nature of the spacetime barrier, he needs to reduce his burden.

But going from low to high is an increasing, opposite 'journey'.

Even in lower worlds, in certain special dimensions, there still exist some incredibly powerful 'resources,' tending towards a certain setting...

However, since he cannot specify a crossing point and can only 'land' randomly, this is something that cannot be controlled.

But to his utter surprise, he arrived in a world where resources were practically nonexistent for him.

There are resources here, but they are of little value to him.

"That alone would be fine... but for this world... the inherited will has very little room to 'take root,' because two completely different inherited wills have already set the main tone for this world, leaving no extra space..."

Long slapped his forehead.

His soul will likely have a hard time traveling back in time.

It will take some time to stabilize; the losses are too great.

He stood up unsteadily, dressed in simple clothes, and walked to the front to open the door.

A gust of cold air, carrying snowflakes, suddenly blew into the room.

Outside the gate was a mansion, quite large in area.

At this moment, heavy snow was falling... The world was covered in a blanket of white.

"My lord... why are you up?"

Hearing the commotion, two maids rushed out from the next room, their eyes filled with surprise and worry.

"My lord... you are not yet fully recovered, you must not catch a cold."

One of the women offered some words of advice.

Oboro looked at the two of them and said calmly, "From now on, I will no longer call myself Musashiro, but Oboro."

"Grown ups?"

The two maids were stunned.

They then exchanged a glance, bowed, and replied, "Yes."

"Open the door... I want to see snow."

With that, Long turned around, went back into the house, and sat cross-legged by the fireplace.

This body's background and family situation are far better than Hunter x Hunter's. He was an orphan when he was Hunter x Hunter user, and even after becoming Nen user, he had to find a way to make money in order to gain momentum. But in this life, it seems... he doesn't have to worry about financial problems.

But... the more troublesome thing is... this body.

"When you come from one world to another, your power is assimilated. To put it bluntly, some techniques used in the Hunter x Hunter 'All-Round' simply don't have the conditions or energy to support and unleash them here... After all, it's just a lower-level world, incompatible with the power of higher-level worlds. In other words, some martial arts techniques can still be used, but their power will be greatly reduced. In addition, the effects of Breath Control Technique are far less than before. This body is terminally ill, a mere candle flame. Even if my soul temporarily holds onto life, I will still die if I don't find a way to resolve the problem... It's impossible to repair my physique simply by using breathing exercises or physical strengthening techniques... Time seems to be running out."

Long stared at the sparks flying from the stove, lost in thought.

"System."

After a moment, he brought up the system panel.

Host: Oboro.

Age: 20.

Identity: Noble Samurai.

Overall attribute evaluation: Ordinary person.

Skills: Iron Shirt, Vajra Finger, Ta Bu, God Fist, Acupoint Striking, Pulse Manipulation... (can be used).

Long glanced at it.

Due to the power limitations of the lower world, some 'energy' beyond what this world can manifest is frozen.

"Because of my soul, my 'skills' are still at the divine level, but unfortunately, my 'strength' is too weak... because my physical condition is too poor. There's nothing I can do about it, since it's just a soul transmigration, not a physical one," Oboro said.

He is currently a player whose skills are maxed out, but whose level is 0 and who has no attributes.

"The Game Treasury of the Endless Dreamer is opening... Please wait during the update process."

Suddenly, the system interface changed.

A familiar sound echoed in Oboro's mind.

Before transmigrating, he combined his Nen with the system to avoid being Separation from it by the spacetime barrier, since the system itself had come with him and was part of his soul. This also allowed him to give the system more functionality.

"Connection successful, device powered on."

Then, the interface of a storage bag came into view. Looking at the items in the small squares inside, Long smiled.

After checking it, he shut down the system.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the ground and whispered, "We need to figure out a way to get rid of this cumbersome body first... Hmm... The end of the Edo period, and soon it will be the Taisho era... It seems that we need to get that kind of 'blood' first, and then... find the Blue Spider Lily."

"Although I'm not entirely satisfied with this world... since I'm here, I might as well make the most of this trip and wander around a bit."

"Let's see if there's still fertile ground here to nurture a will..."