Transmigration.
The feeling of breaking through the spacetime barrier was like having a dream.
But it was a nightmare.
Various dimensional fragments were forcibly crammed into his brain, flashing like a slideshow.
During this time, various images appeared, some good... some bad.
Oboro felt as if he were immersed in it, yet also detached.
His soul was in the 'dream,' able to clearly experience everything, very realistically.
But he couldn't control it...
Torment, pain.
And he couldn't wake up.
Slowly, Oboro learned to accept it, letting his soul drift freely.
After an unknown period, when his consciousness began to blur, his repeated attempts to 'open' his eyes finally yielded a real power feedback.
He had succeeded.
He opened his eyes...
And woke up.
...
Upon waking, the first thing Oboro smelled was the 'piercing' scent of smoke.
It was somewhat irritating.
His upper body felt very cold, while his lower body felt warm.
Because he was covered by a quilt...
He lay on a wooden bed, with wooden planks forming the roof above him.
This was a room with a very distinctive style.
"I succeeded...?"
Oboro muttered, propping himself up with his hands and sitting up.
Looking around, he found the interior decoration and furnishings to be typically Japanese-style... A wooden rack stood nearby, with a samurai long coat hanging on it.
There were also several samurai swords on the wall.
In the center of the main hall hung a framed calligraphy and painting: a character for warrior, written in brushstrokes.
Beside it was a brazier burning charcoal.
Oboro felt a bad premonition.
He steadied himself and quickly searched his residual memories, integrating them with the background of this body.
Clearly, this person was already dead... otherwise, his soul wouldn't have been able to possess the body.
The weak body also sent signals.
"Tsk... this is really bad." After a long pause, Oboro reopened his eyes and couldn't help but complain.
Although he had transmigrated from a world with a high-level power system to a low-level world, the gap was too vast.
Most importantly, his plan had been well-thought-out... even in a low-level world, in order to return to Hunter x Hunter one day and complete the goal of conquering the Dark Continent. Therefore, even in a low-level world, besides 'proving' his will, he needed to gather as many beneficial resources as possible.
Or rather, descending from a high-level world like Hunter x Hunter to a lower level, and then returning, no matter how many worlds he went through... it was best to accumulate and enrich his power and means.
From high to low, due to the special nature of the spacetime barrier, he needed to reduce his burden.
But from low to high was the opposite journey of 'increase.'
Even in low-level worlds, in some special dimensions, there were still some 'resources' that defied common sense, tending towards certain settings...
But because he couldn't specify the destination, it could only be a random 'landing,' so this kind of thing was uncontrollable.
However, he never expected... to arrive in a world where the resources were almost blank for him.
There were resources here, but they held little value for him.
"Even if it were just this... it's a pity that for this world... the inherited will also has little room to 'take root.' Because two completely different inherited wills have already set the main tone of this world, leaving no extra space..."
Oboro slapped his forehead.
His soul would temporarily have difficulty transmigrating again.
It needed time to stabilize; the depletion was too great.
Oboro stood up unsteadily, wearing a simple plain robe, and walked to the front to open the door.
A gust of cold air carrying snowflakes immediately blew into the room.
Outside the door was a residence, not small in size.
At this moment, heavy snow was falling... the world was covered in white.
"Master... why are you up?"
Hearing the movement from the adjacent room, two maids immediately ran out, their eyes filled with surprise and concern.
"Master... your illness hasn't healed yet, you can't catch a cold."
One of the women advised.
Oboro looked at the two and said calmly, "From now on, I will no longer be called Musashirou. Call me Oboro."
"Master?"
The two maids were stunned.
They then exchanged glances and replied with a bow, "Yes."
"Open the door... I want to see the snow."
With that, Oboro turned back and returned to the room, sitting by the brazier.
The background and family circumstances of this body were far better than in Hunter x Hunter. He was an orphan in Hunter x Hunter, and even after becoming a Nen user, he had to find ways to make money first to establish himself. But in this life, it seemed... he didn't have to worry about financial problems.
However... the troublesome part... was this body.
"From one world to another, power also gets assimilated. To put it simply, some of my methods from Hunter x Hunter are fundamentally unsupported by the conditions and energy in this world. After all, it's a low-level world, incompatible with high-level world power. In other words, some martial arts can still be used, but their power will be greatly reduced. Also, the effect of breathing techniques is far inferior to before. This body is terminally ill, like a candle in the wind. Even if my soul temporarily sustains its life, if I don't find a solution, I will still die... Trying to heal my physique solely through breathing or strengthening exercises is impossible... Time seems to be running out."
Oboro looked at the sparks flying from the brazier, lost in thought.
"System."
After a moment, he summoned the system panel.
Host: Oboro.
Age: Twenty.
Identity: Esteemed Samurai Lord.
Comprehensive Attribute Evaluation: Ordinary Person.
Skills: Iron Cloth Shirt, Mighty Vajra Finger, Stepping Technique, Divine Fist, Acupoint Pressure, Pulse Diagnosis... (Usable).
Oboro scanned it.
Due to the power limitations of this low-level world, some 'energy' that exceeded what this world could manifest was frozen.
"It's because of my soul that my 'skills' remain divine, but unfortunately, my 'strength' is too weak... because my physical condition is too poor. There's no choice, after all, it's just soul transmigration, not with the body." Oboro said.
He was now like a game player with all skills maxed out but level 0, without attributes.
"Endless Fantasist's Game Treasury is opening... Updating system, please wait."
Suddenly, the system interface changed.
Oboro heard a familiar sound in his mind.
Before transmigrating, he had combined his Nen ability with the system. This way, he could avoid being stripped away by the spacetime barrier, because the system itself had transmigrated with him and was part of his soul. By doing so, he could also give the system more functionality.
"Connection successful, system online."
Then, an interface resembling a storage bag appeared. Oboro smiled as he looked at the items in the small squares.
After checking everything, he closed the system.
He tapped the ground lightly with his finger and said softly, "I need to find a way to deal with this cumbersome body first... Hmm... The end of the Edo period, soon to be the Taisho era... It seems I need to obtain 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 explore it."
"Let's see if there's still fertile ground for nurturing will here..."
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