"Where am I?"

When Mo Lin slowly opened his eyes, it was accompanied by a little headache.

"I remember I was working overtime to sort out Doraemon's props encyclopedia for the boss, and then..."

Mo Lin tried his best to remember what happened before.

Where Mo Lin works, his boss is a rich second-generation bizarre flower, who likes Doraemon anime very much.

It just so happens that Mo Lin also likes cartoons and treasures many famous cartoons.

So he attracted the attention of the rich second-generation boss, and the two hit it off, and the relationship was very good.

And what the rich second-generation boss likes most is not the passionate Wang Dao Man, but the childhood memories of Doraemon this childhood.

He specially gave Mo Lin a USB flash drive that looked like a four-dimensional pocket, and asked Mo Lin to help him sort out the various props that appeared in Doraemon.

Just when Mo Lin spent a lot of time, he was about to arrange the thousands of props~

Suddenly, his computer crashed.

Then a powerful light burst out, and then Mo Lin didn't know anything.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the present situation.

"Here...Where is it?"

Mo Lin looked at the many rubbish piles emitting smoke and miasma around him, and the barren land farther away, with a dazed expression.

There is no small amount of people around here, even the garbage dump has traces of man-made life.

But here, it seems that it is not just an ordinary garbage dump.

Mo Lin just wanted to stand up, but suddenly realized.

My body seemed to shrink, and my skin became as tender as a teenager!

"What's wrong with me?"

Mo Lin looked stunned.

And at this time~

boom!

Mo Lin's mind suddenly burst out with a strong luster, which instantly drowned his consciousness.

Let his body fall to the ground again.

"Props... Hunter X Hunter... Nen..."

With vague words at the corner of his mouth, Mo Lin's eyes were once again shrouded in darkness.

And just shortly after he fell down.

A figure came from a distance.

Wearing a small type of protective clothing, it looks a little petite.

"Humanity?!"

At a glance, this figure spotted Mo Lin who had fallen on the trash mountain.

"Are you wearing protective clothing?"

She tilted her head. This kind of falling down on a mountain of radioactive trash without wearing protective clothing can basically be sentenced to death.

Moreover, the body of such a person will be full of radiation, and no one wants to approach it.

The only end is to be treated as waste in landfills.

The petite figure in protective clothing would have just left like this.

"what?!"

She suddenly discovered that the clothes she wore on Mo Lin looked very good.

After thinking about it, she cautiously stepped forward and grabbed it with protective clothing.

"There is no radiation?!"

The wave detection from the protective clothing made this figure very surprised.

She checked and confirmed that there was no problem with the protective clothing.

Looking at Mo Lin's already immature and handsome face, he paused for a few seconds.

Originally, her purpose was only for the outfit of Mo Lin, but now~~~

She thought about it for a moment, and quickly made a new decision.

......

"Headache, sore, sore~"

I don't know how long it took, Mo Lin woke up from the darkness again.

This time his head hurts a lot more than before.

He clutched his head and sat up slowly, combing through the memories in his mind while looking at the surrounding environment.

At this moment, he was on a very tattered wooden bed, and the environment seemed to be in a certain house.

However, this house can basically be described as the four walls of the house, there is almost nothing other than the door.

There are only a dilapidated oil lamp, a hammock, an old table and chair, and a dilapidated oil lamp on it.

The only advantage is that the whole is fairly tidy, so that the house does not look like a pigsty and stable, at least it is a place for people to stay.

This shows that the owner of the house is still more attentive.

But Mo Lin did not pay much attention to this.

As the memories in his mind flooded, his face became more and more surprised.

"I actually crossed into the world of Hunter X Hunter?!"

Recalling the clear memories that gradually emerged in his mind, Mo Lin couldn't help but smile.

This incident of crossing actually happened to him?

Fortunately, he is an orphan, unattached and unattached.

Hunter X Hunter, is his favorite anime, not one of them.

But like to like, this does not mean that he wants to come here.

If you want to talk about the high-risk world rankings, then Hunter X Hunter must be on the list, and it is very high!

In this world, the weak and the strong are incomparably close to the real law of the jungle.

The secular laws and morals cannot restrain the devil in people's minds at all.

In addition to the hidden risks of human society, there are also various natural crises such as secret realms, magic realms, monsters, and relics.

Coupled with the existence of Nen, everything is possible in this dangerous and mysterious world.

"Fortunately, I also mastered Nen preliminarily."

Recalling those memories in his mind, Mo Lin slightly raised his immature hand.

A cloud of white air flow covered his fist.

When passing through, it seems to be passing through welfare.

The strong light from the computer reinitiated his body.

It made him return to the most suitable time for cultivation when he was twelve or thirteen years old, and helped him get through Aura Nodes.

Not only that, this glorious light may be said to be Mo Lin's golden finger, and it also helped Mo Lin cultivate into a different kind of Nen.

"[Four-dimensional Hundred Treasure Bag]?"

Mo Lin read the introduction about his abilities in his mind, and said softly. *