AUTHOR'S NOTE- I published this on Wattpad and may try on other platforms as well. I will most likely post a chapter faster on other sites so if you want to know my username it's

@MapleReader55

The title is "My Life As A Zoldyck"

Also, this is NOT romance. It actually might have romance… but it's not the genre. Unless I change my mind, my OC will remain single. This genre is fanfiction. Thank you….

WARNING: NOT RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT A COMEDY FANFIC. THIS IS MANY GENRES, BUT THE BACKSTORY ISN'T EXACTLY HEARTWARMING. IF YOU WANT THE STORY SKIP THIS CHAPTER.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: I DO NOT OWN HUNTER X HUNTER. I MERELY MADE THIS FANFICTION. ALTHOUGH I TRY MY BEST TO MAKE IT ACCURATE, THE WORK IS NOT GUARANTEED TO BE ENTIRELY TRUE. PLEASE DO NOT COUNT ANYTHING IN HERE SUCH AS DATES, VOCABULARY AND AGES AS FACTS. I OWN MY OC. IT IS ENTIRELY FICTIONAL, AND ANYTHING REGARDING WHAT IS NOT FROM THE SHOW (I didn't read the manga) IS EITHER MADE BY ME OR A COINCIDENCE IF IT RELATES TO REAL LIFE. THANK YOU.

Notice: thank you so so much for reading this! I actually stayed up really late to write this first chapter. I'll try my best for future chapters if this is successful. I have it planned out for a few chapters and I will try to give all you readers a satisfactory experience. Thank you so much!

My life had been pretty typical up until I was in middle school. I had decent parents who loved me, a religion, no siblings, no pets... and only one friend. I wasn't exactly popular in my school. I kept to myself, keeping my inner self closed up behind lock and key. I only let my mask slip a tiny bit around my best friend, but even I didn't know exactly how much of myself I was keeping behind lock and key. I had been 9 when I stumbled across a romance novel, and it... completely destroyed my innocence. My parents were Christians, so I felt terrible but I had to keep reading. I found more and more books, getting less and less pure, until I was reading books with the Underground, drug and sex trafficking, rape, and romance. Eventually, I grew bored... when I was 10. By then, I felt terrible, believing I had committed a grave sin against God. I prayed for forgiveness, but I didn't actually feel remorseful, which made me even more stressed out. I managed to take my mind off of romance books through anime. I heard about it through YouTube, and I started watching all the popular anime... My Hero Academia, Black Butler, Demon Slayer, Hunter X Hunter... I grew bored of the longer ones fairly quickly. I started Naruto but barely got to the last phase of the "Exam" before abandoning it. Hunter X Hunter captivated me, though, and I even read the manga. I felt like an otaku, but at the same time not. I wasn't aware of myself during this time. I kept up a cheerful, innocent and friendly facade during this time, slowly losing my true self to the mask. When I got to middle school in 7th grade, I finally came to my senses... and abandoned entertainment. I had finally finished the manga of HxH, and decided to stop being lazy. When it was the end of 6th grade, summertime, I realized what a couch potato I was being... and I hated couch potatoes. So I started studying during the summer. Unexpectedly, I had an amazing memory. It was almost photographic, but I could remember even the faintest sounds if I tried; I almost couldn't forget anything. Even when I was asleep, I could remember the sounds I had heard, such as grass swaying when I left the window open, my mother opening the door and closing it, and the fan turning on. I had always just accepted it, but after research I discovered I may be a bit different from other pre-teens. I decided it probably had to do with my brain, since my genetics weren't anything special. After coming to term with my hidden talents, I embraced the amazing memory I had and started learning languages. It didn't take me long to

master Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Spanish, Portuguese, and Russian. After learning the spoken languages, I learned the written languages... and once again, I was surprised. I hadn't noticed since I'd been cooping myself in my room, but only a month had passed... meaning I might truly be a prodigy. I continued studying throughout the summer and middle school, and after I entered the first year of high school, 9th grade, I had already gained a massive knowledge of science, history, languages, English, arithmetic, and vocabulary. Because of my memory, I was able to memorize the dictionary fairly quickly. At first, I had been worried about memorizing so many things; I remembered reading somewhere, most likely when I was 3-5 in a Sherlock Holmes book or a science newspaper, that memory space is limited. However, that didn't seem to be the case for me, so I simply kept memorizing. After high school, I was athletic, having learned various martial arts, swimming, track and ball games. After learning throwing and catching games like baseball, softball, basketball, soccer, and football, I had good hand-eye coordination and astonishingly accurate aim. I also dabbled a bit in weapons; although I was hesitant at first, I mastered the art of shooting, handling a knife, and most weapons my teacher knew. All this, my parents had no clue about. They were surprisingly naive and clueless about my life, so although I had no idea why weaponry and these other unnecessary activities would be useful, I still mastered them. I had also met a doctor when I was in college, and learned medicines and poisons from her. Angelica, the doctor, was a professional in medicine and poisons; she could create both, and could tell from a glance what any liquid was. After examining it a bit, she would even be able to tell how it was made, what poison/medicine it is, and what it was for. Her knowledge of medicine and poison was extremely vast, so I asked for a bit of tutoring from Angelica, and surprisingly she agreed. Apparently, it could serve as a repayment for when I saved her from the mob of men when I met her (my martial arts and weaponry was useful for once, and I decided to expand it even more after saving someone). When I finally graduated college, I had gained immunity to almost all poisons, I had a vast knowledge of practically anything, and I had a good business mind. I created a company with an idea I had for a few years, and after nourishing it, it finally became #1 in the world for its category. My best friend from middle school, Kaylie, showered me with praise, but after meeting up with her in person, an idiot would realize she couldn't care less about me, but rather she cared about the money. Kaylie had been more on the popular side, and when I asked to meet up, she came with her husband (she was 24) and requested some money. I gave her 20,000 dollars and cut off the relationship. Although it might have been petty to give so little, I didn't want to give more than what I thought of as spare change. After cutting ties with my betraying friend, I focused more in my company. I payed more attention to the employees, and found that I had a talented college intern at my company. After hearing how much work he had done, and his age, I requested to meet him. The kid's name was Mattew (MatT-ew) Charleston. However, one minute in I already knew he wouldn't make it far. He was extremely arrogant, thinking of himself as a genius and convinced that other companies would throw themselves at him to hire him. I fired him, and no other company wanted him after I told the CEO's of his attitude during a gathering. However, what I didn't know was that it would come back at me later. When I was 37, still single and with only one person I could relatively trust, given that my parents died in a car crash, my acquaintance in the Underground told me an assassin would be coming. The form of killing would most likely be poison, and it was sent by a "Mattew Carlsson." The name wasn't exactly original, and since I could forget him, I knew immediately it was him. I slumped down in my armchair in the living room, rubbing my temple. "Haizz... is there even a point anymore?" I murmured to myself. It was almost like my life was pointless. It was empty, and I had no purpose. I didn't have a form of entertainment; my life was a cycle. Work, work, sleep, work, boredom, work, and sleep again. There was nothing fun for me, and nothing to make me happy. The only time I was happy was when my company started becoming successful, and after it became #1, even that became boring. Maybe... I could just die? I wondered. Smiling, I picked up my phone, making a few calls as I walked out the door.

"So, Hannah and Josh. You guys are the lawyers, so just tell me everything I need to do." I say, a playful and carefree poker face glued to my mask. I was sitting in a chair at a table with my two top lawyers, Hannah Farida and Joshua Tasheva. Their parents were immigrants, and their potential was so huge I had to take them in. They wholeheartedly trust me, although I couldn't exactly say the same for them since I don't trust anyone. We were in the process of writing my will. After a few minutes, a paper was finally placed in front of me, both lawyers staring attentively at me. "Since I actually know what to do, you can just watch." I say, ignoring their gaze and writing on the paper. After a few minutes of silence, I signed my signature with a flourish and placed the pen down. "That's done... thank you for your help today, Hannah and Josh." I say, smiling an insincere but believable smile. I had gotten so into my mask that at time, I could even fool myself at times into thinking I was happy, sad, surprised, etc., although after I could stop pretending I became cold and

emotionless again. After taking care of the legal stuff for the will, I headed to the company, telling my driver I wasn't in a rush. I settled into a more comfortable position before diving headfirst into the pile of work ahead of me.

Seriously... this is too obvious. I think, staring unimpressed at the man in front of me. "Heh heh..." The man chuckles nervously, glancing around and twitching endlessly. I corrected him on how to look more realistic and how to kill me better in my mind before focusing on adjusting my figurative mask to a more calm one. Do I really have to die at the hands of such a fool...? I thought, wondering if I made the right choice by deciding to drink the poison. I had already written my will; I had given everything to a business partner who I knew was trustworthy enough. Sure, I was practically giving away 1.7 trillion dollars, but I had taken measures to ensure they could be used for personal gain. I knew the business partner would do her best to keep my company as #1 and she would continue my legacy. For that, at least, I was grateful. I sipped the purple liquid placed in front of me. It was so obviously a poison, it took a great urge to restrain my urge to force the assassin dressed as a potential business partner to drink it. The poison was familiar to me, although very few poisons exist that I don't know. This poisons was extremely deadly; even I, who had an immunity, would die from it. As I elegantly swallowed the last drop of the violet liquid, the assassin's face lit up with joy before I gave my final order in a clear, commanding voice. "Kill him. He is an assassin. My lawyers, Hannah and Joshua can handle the will." As soon as the words "kill him" left my mouth, the assassin's face dropped, a look of terror replacing the previous joy. The expression on his hideous face froze as a single gunshot rang through the air. I smiled, satisfied, before collapsing. If there's a god out there... if there really is one... please let me enjoy my next life. Please give me more people I can rely on... if reincarnation or rebirth is a thing, don't let me be the only one I can rely on, please. I don't think I would be able to handle it. These thoughts flashed through my mind before I felt my consciousness completely slipping away. It had been a long time since that happened. Ever since the first assassin attempt when I was 21, I had become an extremely light sleeper; so light that if I sensed someone coming or if I heard footsteps, I would be fully awake, unlike my sleep state where I can hear things but am still asleep. I waited until I felt my soul take a shape. My eyes twitched before I opened them, blinking as I stared at the bright light. Will I see God? Will I face the gates to the afterlife? Will I go to Heaven or Hell? These thoughts all flashed through my mind before my vision cleared slightly. I could make out blurry faces, footsteps, yelling, talking, extremely light footsteps, and a quiet, distant voice. It was melodic, gentle and female, right next to me. It should have been louder than all the other sounds I was hearing, but the actual words I could just barely piece together barely registered in my mind. I recognized this language; it was almost exactly like Japanese. Was I reborn in Japan? Why did I remember everything then? My mind started spinning, and right before I lost consciousness again, I heard the same melodic voice whisper a faint, "...Zoldyck." Where have I heard that before...? Was the last thought that crossed my mind before I fainted... or fell asleep.