Wendell, the current master of the Spacetime Tower, gets drunk and accidentally falls into a portal. Before he knows it, he's ended up in the Hunter world, where he happens to pick up a bun named Chrollo. And so the story begins...
Chrollo: ...I care about you more than I thought I would. It's troubling. If you leave again, I suppose I'll never see you for the rest of my life? But that's all right. I've thought of a great way to deal with it: just die here! Lie quietly in a grave. Then time, space... nothing can take you away from me...
Hisoka: Hmm-hmm~ White-haired fruit, who exactly are you? You're not Rhein Wendell. At least, you're not my Rhein Wendell~~
Illumi: I heard from someone that you're Father's illegitimate child? Hmm, if you want to join the Zoldycks, first pay two hundred million jenny as a family recognition fee...
And so Wendell says: Chrollo, you ungrateful little brat! How dare you scheme against me? I raised you for nothing! Broomhead, who belongs to you? Don't go slapping labels on me, or I'll sue you for defamation!! And you, deadpan face, do I look like your dad? Like hell I do! I'm hundreds of years older than your great-great-grandfather! Don't go claiming we're related!! I go by the name I was born with, and I sit by the name I was born with: the Wanderer, Rhein Wendell!
A few things to know before reading:
1. This is a partly nurturing story, with original characters, pseudoscience, fantasy, and conspiracies. It starts slowly and is a long story, so characters from the original work will appear gradually, along with other original characters.
2. The main pairing is Chrollo, one-on-one, with the top and bottom undecided (it depends on how the story unfolds). I can't accept a multiple pairing. There are other pairings too, and they will also affect the plot.
3. I've already planned out the entire story, and I don't like making each chapter feel disconnected, so this will be a complete story. I've taken into account everything from before the main plot to the Chimera Ant arc and the Dark Continent. I'll add various new worldviews, so don't worry about me abandoning it. I'm a student, though, so updates may be slow.
4. Everyone is welcome to leave comments and share your thoughts. If you have any opinions about the plot, feel free to say so. I'll reply to them all carefully~
P.S. The protagonist's character design appears in Chapter 15. If you think it sucks, just ignore it~
The protagonist won't be all-powerful, and powerful enemies will appear.
Finally, I hope you enjoy this story~~
Author, do you dare to come out?
When will the author update?!!!!!!!!!!!!(?--`;) Please update
Hmm? That woman is totally a Mary Sue! Psychologically seriously perverted and twisted! Hmm, but this article is really good! Like it!?
That woman is too arrogant, why are Mao's other time-traveling women [cannon fodder] so arrogant, and they will quickly eliminate her.
That woman is disgusting at first sight!!
Damn, hurry up and use this girl as cannon fodder, it will make you sad to see her always dislike you (′-ωก`)
He was the one who let this woman go. How could he send someone there?
Did the protagonist, the God of Death, travel through time?
Kong Yu Luochen, how do you know this novel? The title of the novel is Kiss. Where is your offline?
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said legends yesterday, today, tomorrow... Legends are floating in every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me like this. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the "squatting" posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they will definitely not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Climb towards you step by step, pass through your black hair, my hand, pass through your network cable, my resentment, do you know who I am? Please reprint. [Well, this is transferred from the hands of a certain rape flower TX, please feel free to transfer it, and it is dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it]