Serious blurb:
What is life? What is death? How much is there that we can truly care about? Living in reality, dying all the same, nothing matters, so what is there to worry about? Sick of helplessness, letting time go to waste, he unexpectedly transmigrates and gets a new life. Can he start over? In this different world, someone has exactly the same appearance as him. Killua Zoldyck, the person he once admired, and that friendship so desperately out of reach. Should he kill him, then? Could he take his place and live his life, and... have that friendship? Ha, he can't bring himself to do it. So let it be. They'll live on together, whatever the future may bring!
(That... is more or less what this story is about... *looks up at the sky*... For the details, please read on...)
Not-so-serious blurb:
He died absurdly, made an absurd wish, and was absurdly reborn... But the worst part is that he has to fulfill a certain condition... What?! How did he get reborn as Killua? How did he end up in the world of Hunter x Hunter? He has to kill the Killua who already belongs to this world in order to take his place and survive? Oh, my God! Can he take it back and start over?
Friend's recommendation: Hunter Fanfiction: Milluki
Few people immediately understand why they suddenly care so much about someone else...
Even when they figure it out, they still doubt themselves, because it doesn't seem like something they would normally do...
The doubts come and go, little by little. By the time they stop doubting, the chance has often passed, the moment is gone, and it's too late...
They can't help regretting it. They have to admit they care about that person, and start learning to reach for them, learning to change...
What if that person still doesn't belong to them? They can't imagine it. If it were you, what would you do?
I've started a new story again. Please support me! I've already written nearly 100,000 words in advance. There's even a picture as proof in the author's note for Chapter 1!
In short, please send flowers, leave comments, and bookmark! *bows, bows* ~O(∩_∩)O~...
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Some readers may find the beginning a little bland or silly. Different strokes for different folks. In the upcoming Meteor Street arc, I hope a layered, tightly interconnected team battle will give you a different experience (all right, there may be plenty of plot holes). Almost every chapter from Chapter 18 onward contains foreshadowing and clues, so I'm hoping you'll go back and reread the chapters to confirm them... Give someone flowers and their fragrance lingers on your hands...
P.S. My heart is incredibly fragile and can't take much shock or criticism, so please go easy on me if you can...
The pit is very deep. If you hold your breath, you can 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 climbed down well. I think she was praising me. I always do this, crawling from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I'm used to climbing, so I'm very skilled. "Climb out together to take a breath? ". She invited me like this "No, thank you! "I'm tired of crawling and want to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at the way she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There were numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So some people went out, and some people came in again. "Hello! ". "Hello! ". "Is it comfortable to squat? ". "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ". "Lie down slowly! ". "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 the pit, like me, looking up to the sky, crying in the wind. Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, like me, with long hair on my face and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and 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 repost it, dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it] The author of every trap article had broken wings in his previous life... Health... Health... Experience...
I will continue to make suggestions for changes. . .
"Too lonely and lonely" and "Xiaoya doesn't want to be lonely and lonely again"
In fact, the meanings of the words "loneliness" and "loneliness" are quite different. . .
"Even if it's short-lived"
It would be more fluent to use "even if it is short-lived"
"He pulled Killua away from the playing field in an arrogant manner"
"Being distracted" and "not paying attention to anyone else" are two words. . . Not suitable for use together. . .
"The touch that trembles into Killua's heart"
Forgive me for not understanding this sentence after reading it for a long time. . .
Keep up the good work~!
August 4, 2020 The blood book asks the author to update! !
Why did you give up the pit? (Crying)
Is the author still alive? Squeak... Come back... Update...
It's 2017.3.7
…2016.10.6
Updated. . . . . .
This is all... 2012!
Why doesn't the author update it? ? ? I like it very much
The pit is very deep. If you hold your breath, you can 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 climbed down well. I think she was praising me. I always do this, crawling from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I'm used to climbing, so I'm very skilled. "Climb out together to take a breath? ". She invited me like this "No, thank you! "I'm tired of crawling and want to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. If you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at the way she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There were numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So some people went out, and some people came in again. "Hello! ". "Hello! ". "Is it comfortable to squat? ". "My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later! ". "Lie down slowly! ". "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 the pit, like me, looking up to the sky, crying in the wind. Maybe one day, you will meet me crawling around, like me, with long hair on my face and fallen nails. Climbing towards you step by step, passing my hand through your black hair, passing through your network cable and 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 repost it, dedicated to every author who opens a hole but does not fill it] The author of every trap article had broken wings in his previous life... Health... Health... Experience...
I will continue to make suggestions for changes. . . "Too lonely and lonely" and "Xiaoya doesn't want to be lonely and lonely again" In fact, the meanings of the words "loneliness" and "loneliness" are quite different. . . "Even if it's short-lived" It would be more fluent to use "even if it is short-lived" "He pulled Killua away from the playing field in an arrogant manner" "Being distracted" and "not paying attention to anyone else" are two words. . . Not suitable for use together. . . "The touch that trembles into Killua's heart" Forgive me for not understanding this sentence after reading it for a long time. . . Keep up the good work~!
August 4, 2020 The blood book asks the author to update! !
Why did you give up the pit? (Crying)
Is the author still alive? Squeak... Come back... Update...
It's 2017.3.7
…2016.10.6
Updated. . . . . .
This is all... 2012!
Why doesn't the author update it? ? ? I like it very much