The Church of Meteor City

Even though he had read some of the manga, Su Wu only knew that Meteor City was divided into thirteen districts, managed by an elder council.

The districts closer to the front had stronger residents and a better quality of life. The Phantom Troupe lived in one of these districts.

Which specific district, unknown.

Who was on the elder council, unknown.

Simply put, he knew nothing.

However, Su Wu had noticed quite a few details along the way.

For example, the Inverted Cross Symbol was visible everywhere. Almost every house had the same symbol carved into its doors, windows, and walls.

He remembered that the members of the Phantom Troupe also bore such marks.

Chrollo had a particularly large number of inverted crosses on him – his forehead, earrings, and even the back of his coat were adorned with them.

Of course, as he walked, his Six Eyes passively analyzed information about everyone he encountered, the buildings, and everything else within its field of vision. This caused him to bleed from his nose quite a bit. He didn't even want to think about how much blood he had lost, only feeling like he had bled more than when he was at his lowest point.

He was afraid that he wouldn't be killed by the environment or the people of Meteor City, but would instead die from excessive nosebleeds due to the burden of the Six Eyes.

Su Wu thought to himself, covering his nose.

Even though the surrounding environment was dirty, messy, and chaotic, there seemed to be a kind of order within the chaos.

Besides the excessive garbage and foul air, Meteor City also had forests.

And... children who were young but lacked any hint of innocence.

A white-haired boy, wearing blood-stained clothes, walked through the not-so-clean streets like a tourist.

At a certain point, he saw a group of people walking in an orderly fashion in one direction.

These people wore no protective gear, just simple, even tattered clothes.

That made sense; protective gear was only needed near the garbage heaps. Most of the time, it wasn't necessary.

With nothing better to do, Su Wu joined the line and followed.

Slowly, a church appeared in his field of vision.

It wasn't a tall or grand building, merely a small structure.

Several figures dressed in black were distributing something at the church entrance.

When it was Su Wu's turn, one of them handed him a bag and a black Inverted Cross.

"Remember your past, but never speak of it. No longer yearn for divine favor, no longer expect divine salvation."

"Even the most sacred places are merely nests of sin."

"Only strength, resilience, and an unyielding spirit can save yourself."

"Meteor City never rejects any existence. Everyone has the right to kill and be killed as they please."

"Welcome to Meteor City."

He said this to Su Wu, then looked at the next person. This time, he didn't say anything more, merely handing over the package in silence.

Su Wu looked at the scene, then at the bag in his hand, and quietly walked away.

Meteor City was different from what he had imagined.

He had imagined Meteor City to be full of danger, with residents who were inhumane beasts who didn't follow any order.

But Meteor City, as he saw it now, was inexplicably... normal.

There was even a Church! And the Church was distributing supplies to the residents of Meteor City!

The black Inverted Cross always symbolized rebellion, which aligned with the blasphemous remarks he had just heard.

From his observations...

The Church, represented by the Inverted Cross, likely held immense influence in Meteor City, with believers everywhere.

After all, their symbols were ubiquitous.

The bag contained several loaves of bread, a bottle of milk, and two bottles of water. If he rationed carefully, it should last him about a week.

Could it be that the Church distributed supplies once a week?

He found the answer to this question from a resident of Meteor City – in exchange for a bag of bread.

"The Church gives out supplies every half a month. For the rest of the time, you have to find your own way to get food,"

"Become a Scavenger, or a Vulture, or work for the Church by handling garbage. If you have the strength, you can become a member of the Church, or become a subordinate to the lords in the upper districts."

A child born in Meteor City first hid the bread inside his clothes, then put on a smile like he had met a big spender/great benefactor and explained to Su Wu.

"Scavengers and Vultures?" Su Wu asked, sounding confused.

"Those who search for usable resources in garbage heaps and sell them to those who need them are Scavengers. As for Vultures..."

"Rather than digging through garbage, they prefer to attack people directly." As he said this, the child's eyes filled with disgust.

It seems that even in Meteor City, the presence of those Vultures is unwelcome.

So the ones he encountered at the beginning should be the so-called Vultures, and he was the prey targeted by the food-deprived Vultures.

Su Wu thought to himself, but his expression carried a hint of disdain amidst his nonchalance.

According to his old friends, it was the kind of look that made you want to punch him.

"Which district is this?" he continued to ask.

"District thirteen, the outermost area of Meteor City, also the area with the most garbage and the worst order," the child answered crisply.

"You're new here, aren't you? If you have the strength, you'd best leave quickly, otherwise..." The child looked at Su Wu.

"Quite a few children go missing here every year," he added as a warning.

The other party clearly looked like an outsider. Apart from a bit of blood on his clothes, everything else was clean and tidy, and... he was quite good-looking.

"How do I leave Meteor City?" Su Wu asked again.

"That's not something a small fry like me would know," the child shook his head, indicating he was unaware.

"But people in the upper city definitely know how to leave." He offered Su Wu a possible solution.

"How do I get to the upper city?"

"Just prove you have the strength to live in the upper city, and fight your way up." The child pointed in a direction, his tone very serious.

"Got it." The white-haired, blue-eyed youth with black markings on his face nodded, appearing very confident.

He walked in the direction indicated, his back exuding a sense of casualness and ease.

"What level is my current strength in the Hunter x Hunter world?" Su Wu asked the system internally.

[No reference point found yet. Host, please compare yourself.] The system replied coldly and emotionlessly.

"..." Su Wu wanted to say more but stopped, ultimately saying nothing.

Oh well, considering the system saved him and didn't let him die, I'll forgive it.

"Let me see my currently available skills—"

"Six Eyes, Dismantle, Blue Sky..."

Dismantle and Blue Sky could be used for offense, while Six Eyes could be used to analyze combat situations.

There were a total of three skills, with Six Eyes and Blue Sky originating from Gojo Satoru.

Six Eyes were his eyes, a passive skill.

Blue Sky was a commonly used skill of Gojo Satoru, which, centered on himself, caused large-scale destruction through gravity.

Dismantle was a skill of Ryomen Sukuna, an invisible slash.

"My offensive capabilities are sufficient for now, but... why didn't they give me a Reverse Cursed Technique! What I need most right now is a Reverse Cursed Technique!"

How am I supposed to fight in team battles without a healing skill? Su Wu grumbled internally, but the system remained silent.

[Reverse Cursed Technique] A healing ability in the Jujutsu Kaisen world, equivalent to a healing skill.

[Limitless] is Gojo Satoru's cursed technique. When activated, others cannot touch him, and the closer they get, the slower they move, reaching a state of relative stillness.

To some extent, it's the application of repulsion and attraction. The skill [Blue Sky] was a method created based on the gravity aspect of the [Limitless] cursed technique.

"Forget it."

"Limitless and Reverse Cursed Technique can't be used, but Blue Sky can... This is too unreasonable..."

After all, a sorcerer's skills are based on their own cursed technique. Generally, without a cursed technique, one cannot use skills. However, for Su Wu, he didn't know how the system managed it, but he couldn't use Limitless, yet he could use Blue Sky...

But then again, transmigrating, reincarnating, and having a system are not reasonable things in the first place.

The existence of Gojo Satoru and Sukuna is also unreasonable.

His entire being was already filled with unreasonableness.

"Blue Sky seems like it can also be developed for high-speed movement, even teleportation... I can try it." Su Wu pondered the usage principles of Blue Sky in his mind.

Locate the person to move, determine the direction, compress space...

It's like firing a cannonball, once the direction is confirmed, fire the cannonball...

In an instant, Su Wu's figure vanished from his original spot.

The next moment, his figure reappeared after crashing into a wall.

The wall he hit instantly collapsed, burying him under the rubble.

"...I forgot, Blue Sky should be used when there's a clear path."

"It hurts..."

He climbed out of the pile of rubble, his head bleeding, and with many minor injuries on his body, his clothes also stained with more blood.

Using Blue Sky and hitting something was like a high-speed freight train colliding with something.

The house collapsed, and the freight train should have been smashed to pieces.

And Su Wu was that big truck.

He hadn't used any protective measures yet; if only he remembered to reinforce his body with Cursed Energy, he wouldn't be this miserable.

Fortunately, his current physique was strong enough. Otherwise, with just that impact, he would have already killed himself.

Even with decent physical conditioning, he had become quite disheveled.

The commotion caused by crashing into a house drew some nearby residents out of their homes, who quietly watched the person causing the disturbance.

"What are you looking at? Trash." The white-haired, blue-eyed youth had his hands in his pockets. The corner of his eye swept over the silent, yet menacing, people around him. Even though blood was still dripping down his forehead, he didn't care about himself at all, his tone filled with provocation and disdain.

PS[Just to emphasize, this isn't an invincible start, nor is it a steamroll. ]

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