NOVEL NEXT foreigner's journey
Chapter 3 The Evicted
Chapter 3 The Evicted
One thing must be clarified in advance.
Heather didn't travel to the hunter world chicly and unrestrainedly because he picked up some strange old object from the street stall or clicked an option that shouldn't be clicked with the mouse.
He was expelled from the world he was in, which was the so-called [expulsion].
From a young age, Heather felt out of place with those around him.
The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the agility and explosiveness are stronger than adults. He has never been sick. The skin looks delicate but it is very tough and not easy to be injured. The dynamic vision is ridiculously good. Has a face that can easily get in trouble.
And all of this keeps getting stronger with age.
Before the age of 10, when looking at Superman comics, Heather wondered more than once whether he was an alien who was left on earth, with an alien name called Joe Hale or something.
Thinking about it again, isn't there a secret base or a superman suit waiting for you?
I took the comics and asked my parents with great interest, and all I got was a blank eye - can you fly?Do you have heat sight?Are you invulnerable?Don't be stupid baby, you are our biological son, but you are just a little better than normal children.
Having said that, Heather's parents knew that Muxiu would be destroyed by the forest wind. Their son was not an ordinary good tree, but a general Sherman tree in the bushes!So they taught Heather to learn to hide and disguise himself from an early age.
With a withdrawn personality, few friends, two otaku in four eyes, useless sports, poor academic performance, looks good but ugly hairstyle, aesthetic needs to be improved urgently...
This was the inherent impression of the people around him on Heather.
And Heather pretended to be an otaku for so long that he really became a nerd.
I have no interest in the two-dimensional, cute, old-school comics like Dragon Ball Saint Seiya. I can tell the model and weapon configuration of every Gundam. I am a fan of the machine war series, whether it is DC or Marvel series superheroes (especially It’s a heroine) are all familiar, World of Warcraft’s two camps have full professional levels, and the Internet meme is flying...
If there is any difference between Heather and other otakus, it is that he can kill a rhino with one punch, while other otakus can only rely on sliding shovels and extreme anger.
In recent years, Heather has begun to feel that something is not quite right.
The first is himself, his luck is getting worse and worse, if it is not for his excellent physical fitness, I am afraid that he would have died in various accidents.
Then there are his parents, who also became unlucky a few months ago. According to this trend, it will soon evolve into a routine of being hit by a car while walking and being smashed by a high-altitude parabola.
Just when Heather wondered if he was the kind of lone star in the novel, the accident finally happened.
It was a Saturday morning.
After getting up, Heather stumbled and slipped into the toilet with his slippers, humming in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth while thinking about what birthday present to give Dad.
Suddenly he froze.
A line of writing made of white frost appeared on the surface of the mirror in front of him.
[Sorry to disturb your good mood, but you have to leave. 】
"what?"
What the hell, I have lived as a hidden superman for 18 years, and today I finally come into contact with the mysterious power of this world?
Heather enthusiastically took toothpaste and smeared a few words under the line of frosty writing—fairy?monster?Superpower organization?Justice League?
[Can you stop using toothpaste?It hurts the mirror and is not easy to clean! !Just talk directly! ! ! 】
Five exclamation marks, indicating that the mysterious man hidden behind the mirror is a bit of a clean slob.Immediately afterwards, a line of white frost handwriting appeared, and it appeared very fast.
[You really should go, otherwise your parents may not be able to survive this Sunday. 】
Heather frowned, not because he was deceitful, but because he had already realized that it was his own bad luck that affected his parents.But he has never found a good solution. Yesterday he had decided to leave the city next week after his father's birthday and go to the southernmost part of the motherland to make a living.
"Why? Why is my luck getting worse and worse and even affecting my parents?"
Heather raised his biggest question of all time.
【How can you curl up in a rabbit den as a male lion?Even if you try to hide, the world begins to reject your presence. 】
I want to be a normal person too!Heather was a little unwilling: "What if I take the initiative to leave my parents' side? Leave now and stay away from them!"
[As long as you still exist in this world, all those close to you will be slowly excluded until death, which is unavoidable. 】
"...If you have anything to say, just say it." Heather could also see that the 'mirror' was guiding him around the corner.
【Leaving this world is the best choice for you and your loved ones. 】
Heather looked annoyed for a while: "It's easy to say, how to go! Are you going to give me a boat and let me row into outer space?"
[I have my own way, the problem lies with you.Are you sure you want to leave this world, or stay here with your loved ones and wait for your doomed death? 】
"As long as you have a way to send me away, I choose to leave." For the sake of her parents, Heather did not hesitate.
【Then... I wish you a happy journey! 】
"Wait a minute, who the hell are you..." Before Heather could finish speaking, he was swallowed by a sudden black mist, and the white frost handwriting on the mirror and the words smeared on the line of toothpaste were all invisible. The hand wiped off, and the mirror surface became clean.
The toilet was empty, except for a toothbrush that fell into the sink.
..............................
.....................
…………
dark.
Nothing could be seen, pure and utter darkness.
What followed was a sense of suffocation, a sense of suffocation from the depths of the soul.
As if diving deep into the icy seabed naked, the biting chill and the squeezing sensation from all directions tortured Heather's soul and body.
Unable to move even a single finger, all Heather could do was endure the extreme cold and suffocation that soaked her body and mind.
As if 100 years had passed, a spot of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness.Almost in an instant, the spot of light quickly enlarged into a sea of light, and Heather's whole body was pushed by the 'wave', and was just thrown into the sea of light.
The soul without any protection suddenly returned to the protection of the [World], the soul no longer felt suffocated and suppressed, and the warmth re-infiltrated Heather's body.
Then, Heather felt himself plunged into the grass.
The dew on the leaves covered his face, but he couldn't move a finger, so he could only lie in the grass.
Consciousness is gradually blurring...
When he woke up again, Heather saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and when he sat up, he found himself lying on a slightly worn but well-washed bed.
There was a short, fat old man sitting on a chair with his arms folded beside the bed, his head drooping and dozing off.
This is how Heather meets Daddy Jack.
Although the lingua franca of this world does not belong to any language in the original world, inexplicably, he can understand and speak, but he can't read the text, that is, [illiterate].
If this is your golden finger, it's too bad, right?Does the monkey version speak the language?Whenever he thought of this, Heather couldn't help but despise the 'mirror' that sent him here.
Besides, there are pure English, Arabic numerals, Roman numerals and even Chinese characters in this world, but the application area of Chinese characters is very rare, and it is quite strange to think about it.
But Heather never imagined that what he had traveled to was actually the world of hunters.
I thought it was Tian Tianwen, who started from the supermarket and became the richest man in the world, but it turned out to be a fancier who traveled through the world of hunters and beat to death. It's a bit different.If you put it on the novel website, there is a gap between the average order of [-] and the average order of [-]!
And I am a good earthling, even if I develop a little better than others, how can I become a person with natural ability to read in the mouth of Izena, and I am a foreigner who has entered the hunter world and followed the customs?
Standing at the door of the grocery store, Heather waved goodbye to Father Jack with a canvas duffel bag, and then followed Izenaby's footsteps towards the train station.
It doesn't matter, at least some people are now willing to teach themselves the ability to read.
In the hunter world, ordinary people are notorious for their lack of human rights. The strong can run over civilians at will, and hunters even have permission to kill.To survive in this world, the ability to read is essential.
And about how to return to the original world, Heather also had some ideas.
Heather just walked and chatted with Izznaby, and listened to some common sense of the Hunter World, and Izznaby also answered questions, and the two had a harmonious relationship.
Approaching the train station, Ezenaby and Heather turned into a roadside restaurant.
Waiting for someone while eating.
"All new hunters must learn to read the ability to truly complete the hunter test, which is the so-called 'final test'."
The two sat at the dining table by the window, Iznabi scooped a spoonful of seafood fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while saying vaguely: "After all, this is a cruel world dominated by [strength], and I don't think about it. Abilities are hard to navigate in the hunter's world. This applies to you as well, Heather."
Heather, who was sitting across from him, was using a fork to roll the bright red pasta with tomato meat sauce over and over again: "Because I can only be considered a half-skilled person?"
"You're not even half-ass, boy."
Izenaby squeezed the prawns in the paella again, squeezed a little lemon on top, and stuffed the prawns with the shells into his mouth, chewing loudly:
"Although your physical fitness is very good, your real mind power is full of strange things, and many of the effects of mind power are completely unreasonable. About this, I will explain it to you in detail when you officially practice... Ah, here we go."
Following Izenaby's gaze, Heather saw the target walking on the street outside through the glass window of the restaurant.
(End of this chapter)
One thing must be clarified in advance.
Heather didn't travel to the hunter world chicly and unrestrainedly because he picked up some strange old object from the street stall or clicked an option that shouldn't be clicked with the mouse.
He was expelled from the world he was in, which was the so-called [expulsion].
From a young age, Heather felt out of place with those around him.
The strength is getting stronger and stronger, and the agility and explosiveness are stronger than adults. He has never been sick. The skin looks delicate but it is very tough and not easy to be injured. The dynamic vision is ridiculously good. Has a face that can easily get in trouble.
And all of this keeps getting stronger with age.
Before the age of 10, when looking at Superman comics, Heather wondered more than once whether he was an alien who was left on earth, with an alien name called Joe Hale or something.
Thinking about it again, isn't there a secret base or a superman suit waiting for you?
I took the comics and asked my parents with great interest, and all I got was a blank eye - can you fly?Do you have heat sight?Are you invulnerable?Don't be stupid baby, you are our biological son, but you are just a little better than normal children.
Having said that, Heather's parents knew that Muxiu would be destroyed by the forest wind. Their son was not an ordinary good tree, but a general Sherman tree in the bushes!So they taught Heather to learn to hide and disguise himself from an early age.
With a withdrawn personality, few friends, two otaku in four eyes, useless sports, poor academic performance, looks good but ugly hairstyle, aesthetic needs to be improved urgently...
This was the inherent impression of the people around him on Heather.
And Heather pretended to be an otaku for so long that he really became a nerd.
I have no interest in the two-dimensional, cute, old-school comics like Dragon Ball Saint Seiya. I can tell the model and weapon configuration of every Gundam. I am a fan of the machine war series, whether it is DC or Marvel series superheroes (especially It’s a heroine) are all familiar, World of Warcraft’s two camps have full professional levels, and the Internet meme is flying...
If there is any difference between Heather and other otakus, it is that he can kill a rhino with one punch, while other otakus can only rely on sliding shovels and extreme anger.
In recent years, Heather has begun to feel that something is not quite right.
The first is himself, his luck is getting worse and worse, if it is not for his excellent physical fitness, I am afraid that he would have died in various accidents.
Then there are his parents, who also became unlucky a few months ago. According to this trend, it will soon evolve into a routine of being hit by a car while walking and being smashed by a high-altitude parabola.
Just when Heather wondered if he was the kind of lone star in the novel, the accident finally happened.
It was a Saturday morning.
After getting up, Heather stumbled and slipped into the toilet with his slippers, humming in front of the mirror and brushing his teeth while thinking about what birthday present to give Dad.
Suddenly he froze.
A line of writing made of white frost appeared on the surface of the mirror in front of him.
[Sorry to disturb your good mood, but you have to leave. 】
"what?"
What the hell, I have lived as a hidden superman for 18 years, and today I finally come into contact with the mysterious power of this world?
Heather enthusiastically took toothpaste and smeared a few words under the line of frosty writing—fairy?monster?Superpower organization?Justice League?
[Can you stop using toothpaste?It hurts the mirror and is not easy to clean! !Just talk directly! ! ! 】
Five exclamation marks, indicating that the mysterious man hidden behind the mirror is a bit of a clean slob.Immediately afterwards, a line of white frost handwriting appeared, and it appeared very fast.
[You really should go, otherwise your parents may not be able to survive this Sunday. 】
Heather frowned, not because he was deceitful, but because he had already realized that it was his own bad luck that affected his parents.But he has never found a good solution. Yesterday he had decided to leave the city next week after his father's birthday and go to the southernmost part of the motherland to make a living.
"Why? Why is my luck getting worse and worse and even affecting my parents?"
Heather raised his biggest question of all time.
【How can you curl up in a rabbit den as a male lion?Even if you try to hide, the world begins to reject your presence. 】
I want to be a normal person too!Heather was a little unwilling: "What if I take the initiative to leave my parents' side? Leave now and stay away from them!"
[As long as you still exist in this world, all those close to you will be slowly excluded until death, which is unavoidable. 】
"...If you have anything to say, just say it." Heather could also see that the 'mirror' was guiding him around the corner.
【Leaving this world is the best choice for you and your loved ones. 】
Heather looked annoyed for a while: "It's easy to say, how to go! Are you going to give me a boat and let me row into outer space?"
[I have my own way, the problem lies with you.Are you sure you want to leave this world, or stay here with your loved ones and wait for your doomed death? 】
"As long as you have a way to send me away, I choose to leave." For the sake of her parents, Heather did not hesitate.
【Then... I wish you a happy journey! 】
"Wait a minute, who the hell are you..." Before Heather could finish speaking, he was swallowed by a sudden black mist, and the white frost handwriting on the mirror and the words smeared on the line of toothpaste were all invisible. The hand wiped off, and the mirror surface became clean.
The toilet was empty, except for a toothbrush that fell into the sink.
..............................
.....................
…………
dark.
Nothing could be seen, pure and utter darkness.
What followed was a sense of suffocation, a sense of suffocation from the depths of the soul.
As if diving deep into the icy seabed naked, the biting chill and the squeezing sensation from all directions tortured Heather's soul and body.
Unable to move even a single finger, all Heather could do was endure the extreme cold and suffocation that soaked her body and mind.
As if 100 years had passed, a spot of light suddenly appeared in the endless darkness.Almost in an instant, the spot of light quickly enlarged into a sea of light, and Heather's whole body was pushed by the 'wave', and was just thrown into the sea of light.
The soul without any protection suddenly returned to the protection of the [World], the soul no longer felt suffocated and suppressed, and the warmth re-infiltrated Heather's body.
Then, Heather felt himself plunged into the grass.
The dew on the leaves covered his face, but he couldn't move a finger, so he could only lie in the grass.
Consciousness is gradually blurring...
When he woke up again, Heather saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and when he sat up, he found himself lying on a slightly worn but well-washed bed.
There was a short, fat old man sitting on a chair with his arms folded beside the bed, his head drooping and dozing off.
This is how Heather meets Daddy Jack.
Although the lingua franca of this world does not belong to any language in the original world, inexplicably, he can understand and speak, but he can't read the text, that is, [illiterate].
If this is your golden finger, it's too bad, right?Does the monkey version speak the language?Whenever he thought of this, Heather couldn't help but despise the 'mirror' that sent him here.
Besides, there are pure English, Arabic numerals, Roman numerals and even Chinese characters in this world, but the application area of Chinese characters is very rare, and it is quite strange to think about it.
But Heather never imagined that what he had traveled to was actually the world of hunters.
I thought it was Tian Tianwen, who started from the supermarket and became the richest man in the world, but it turned out to be a fancier who traveled through the world of hunters and beat to death. It's a bit different.If you put it on the novel website, there is a gap between the average order of [-] and the average order of [-]!
And I am a good earthling, even if I develop a little better than others, how can I become a person with natural ability to read in the mouth of Izena, and I am a foreigner who has entered the hunter world and followed the customs?
Standing at the door of the grocery store, Heather waved goodbye to Father Jack with a canvas duffel bag, and then followed Izenaby's footsteps towards the train station.
It doesn't matter, at least some people are now willing to teach themselves the ability to read.
In the hunter world, ordinary people are notorious for their lack of human rights. The strong can run over civilians at will, and hunters even have permission to kill.To survive in this world, the ability to read is essential.
And about how to return to the original world, Heather also had some ideas.
Heather just walked and chatted with Izznaby, and listened to some common sense of the Hunter World, and Izznaby also answered questions, and the two had a harmonious relationship.
Approaching the train station, Ezenaby and Heather turned into a roadside restaurant.
Waiting for someone while eating.
"All new hunters must learn to read the ability to truly complete the hunter test, which is the so-called 'final test'."
The two sat at the dining table by the window, Iznabi scooped a spoonful of seafood fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while saying vaguely: "After all, this is a cruel world dominated by [strength], and I don't think about it. Abilities are hard to navigate in the hunter's world. This applies to you as well, Heather."
Heather, who was sitting across from him, was using a fork to roll the bright red pasta with tomato meat sauce over and over again: "Because I can only be considered a half-skilled person?"
"You're not even half-ass, boy."
Izenaby squeezed the prawns in the paella again, squeezed a little lemon on top, and stuffed the prawns with the shells into his mouth, chewing loudly:
"Although your physical fitness is very good, your real mind power is full of strange things, and many of the effects of mind power are completely unreasonable. About this, I will explain it to you in detail when you officially practice... Ah, here we go."
Following Izenaby's gaze, Heather saw the target walking on the street outside through the glass window of the restaurant.
(End of this chapter)
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