[Hunter] About How I Became the Ceiling of the Hunter World's Combat Power Through Social Death

My name is Nan Nandong. I fell into the garbage dump of Meteor Street from the set of "Gintama" when I opened my eyes. My superpower is: Gathering other people's "favor" and transforming into a Pretty Cure—— But before each transformation, you must perform a thirty-second talent show. ——So, the nightmare of Meteor Street began. I was forced to form a bad relationship with the spiders: Chrollo covered his nose while listening to my explanation of the "Spoiler Wife Literature", and Pikenotan's expression management completely collapsed. We established an indestructible revolutionary friendship of "smelly congeniality" until I witnessed a child trafficking organization in the garbage mountain of the West District - "These scumbags don't even deserve to have lunch!" "PreCure, transform!" (Pre-shake reminder: Please watch the thirty-second rare trick first) I swept across the battlefield in a dreamy posture like My Little Pony, but in the villain's lair, I ran into a behind-the-scenes boss who was tougher than a cockroach. If you can't fight, just run away, this is the basic quality of Gintama bastard! I escaped to the rumored Kuluta tribe. I wanted to be as quiet as a chicken, but I couldn't help but teach them to sing "The Prostate Brake Song" I never expected that my revengeful writing "The Red-Eyed Sick Wife Runs with the Ball: The Little Fugitive Wife of the Cold-hearted Patriarch" would become popular in the Hunter Continent! The ability to read has broken through the ceiling as royalties have soared, but it has also attracted assassination orders - wait, isn't this cat-eye nail head an Ilmi? ! "Is your assassination fee enough to buy mayonnaise for ten years?" I asked him while using my "beautiful wife's gaze" to pin him in the corner. Reverse tracking, follow the clues, and go straight to the yellow dragon - Gintama-style table-breaking skills, specializing in treating all kinds of dark and deep disabilities! Now, I have to go back to Meteor Street to build toilets. Chrollo, remember to sort your garbage. Intention: Believe in the light