Arriving at the Seaside Hotel

"When do we arrive?"

"Haha, in another hour, young master! But that skill of yours is unforeseen!"

"..."

People ran,

Hours passed,

Hiruma was a little worn out on the way, but he and his new butler, the old Tsubone, eventually arrived at the hotel on the seashore.

The Zoldycks lived at the heart of a place as big as the Sahara desert in North Africa. The continent itself looked like the motherland of humans.

The young boy and the elderly woman would have taken much longer to arrive at their destination without the boy making an important choice.

Hiruma chose to heal himself on the way.

For the simple reason that Heal* was one of the abilities he would use in the future and couldn't keep hidden for long. Unless he was suicidal.

He really couldn't do without that skill.

The other reason was that Tsubone suspected him of having a Hatsu. A multipurpose one.

She discussed the small seeds he ate on the day of his transmigration. Silva had apparently been informed by Kikyo that Hiruma ate those strange things and ran with a wicked speed...

Tsubone didn't know what all the signs reported to her meant.

The only thing she had faith in, believed, was that Hiruma's Hatsu had been unconsciously awakened.

It was precisely this Hatsu that she wanted to study at the hotel. To see how safe the dangerous thing was since Hiruma was doing unusual things, such as suddenly vanishing from his bedroom with it.

Instant teleportation: Silva was meticulous with his report and wording.

Hearing the "teleportation" term at the time, Hiruma had a cold sweat:

The so-called teleportation was just him exploring his small world and dungeon. Without care, but still...

Hiruma repeatedly sighed on the way to the coast. Transmigrating to the Zoldyck house was bad for his heart. The surveillance on him was tight, and the general IQ of the people in the house was high.

Hiruma finally understood that he didn't seem to have plot armor except for his talent and system.

He had escaped a new trial after the recent Water Divination due to Tsubone hating his mom too blindly. Also, she estimated him as smarter than he actually was.

A better actor than she should think of him too.

Tsubone assured that since she had started handling his instruction, she would do her all to let him elude troubles from Silva and Zeno.

After they returned.

Hiruma wasn't going to be another Alluka.

He would only be a murder-machine project like Killua, most likely.

Those were the old woman's own words...

The exact words she said.

Hiruma shook his head.

Complain? He couldn't.

He didn't whine; expecting anything better in his situation was impossible.

...

Later,

Night,

When they arrived at the seaport, Hiruma was walking to the door of his room in the hotel.

In the hallway, on the floor where he and Tsubone would sojourn until tomorrow afternoon, Tsubone took a deep breath, a little cheerful.

She stated,

"You gave me another surprise after Water Divination, young master. I still need to adapt...

What can you do besides healing yourself with your Hatsu?

Right... Do you have a name for it yet?"

The old woman was stunned, seeing Hiruma shrouded with the pale blue, divine light earlier when he healed himself.

Not because she had never encountered recovery abilities but because Hiruma was an Enhancer.

The potential of such skill had a different meaning in his hands.

"Well..."

Hiruma hesitated before speaking,

"I don't have a name for it, but my healing ability is only a side benefit. The skill... no, the spots themselves are a bit dumbfounding."

Tsubone immediately asked with greater curiosity,

"Spots? How so?"

She looked bewildered.

Hiruma hesitated for a few moments.

As long as they never learned he was a traveler from Earth, he was ready to bet on special people.

From the start, his system was meant to be used best by several people, not just him.

He never had in mind to hide his powers after finding a way to clear his troubling Nen situation with Kikyo.

Hiruma wished she didn't spy on him, but it happened.

Anyway, showing his system powers to Tsubone wasn't the same as telling her he possessed a system—if it was the case, any other transmigrator would be exposing the fact that they had a system...

Their powers were derived from their systems. Powers Anime residents couldn't understand. Only outsiders did.

For anime residents, a devil fruit and an eternal Tsukuyomi were not different from a small world or a dungeon. Why would they?

Hiruma was more than relatively uncatchable, unkillable in the real and outside world with his turn-based combat.

He was also invincible inside his infinite spaces.

He could violently or gently kick out intruders and visitors, all comprised.

Yes, Hiruma couldn't die in his dungeons.

That was meaningless information he had gotten from the system recently. It was extra since he knew Dragon Quest games too well. Really too well... Hiruma didn't want to be smug, but it was the case. He also had Nen as a cheat in the games.

Of course, the same fact wouldn't be as meaningless four years later, though. Obviously, Hiruma would get franchises that he couldn't determine in advance and couldn't have all played.

Turning 12 before he died, Hiruma had been more of a Square-Enix-games gaming addict.

Forget new generations of games like Genshin Impact; the boy was only enlightened by his generous and strange mentor who picked him up.

The enlightenment was done through gaming old classics.

The middle-aged lady who taught Hiruma, some bit of a surrogate mom for him, was a different kind of lawbreaker. A nerd or an otaku depending on what people liked calling it.

Her friends often teased her because of what she did in her spare time.

Before his real parents found him again and he died, though, Hiruma hadn't been able to meet the lady for some time.

She was a jailbird through and through...

Whenever she was detained, Hiruma took care of her house for her...

Until the last time, at least, when she was incarcerated.

The social services found him: he was both a domestic and gaming anomaly, so they took him and gave him back to his family.

His family, who abandoned him years before, couldn't have found him if social services didn't do that.

Anyway.

Dying in a dungeon, Hiruma would reappear in his small world. And so would the people he invited. His worries—not for himself— were just worries.

Late-game worries.

Looking at the bulky monster butler, he suddenly realized he didn't need to worry about her...

Now that he thought of it... There really was no need for worries concerning her safety.

Hiruma was finally opening his mouth,

Tsubone, his new, unforeseen, and more responsible parent figure now, had in mind to help him develop another Hatsu. A Hatsu he would consciously come up with.

She wanted to help him develop one in the future with her guidance and suggestions.

She thought the innate one he had was a potential risk and that it was better to replace it.

Young Nen users had low Hatsu Memory space. Something Hisoka talked about in the original.

If Hiruma could forget how to use his Hatsu, it would be good, Tsubone thought.

In her ideas, it was one of those genius-like Hatsus that young Nen users did not awaken on purpose. And she wouldn't be wrong if the system resulted from Nen.

But, of course, the system didn't result from Nen.

The Hatsu Tsubone was thinking about was just Hiruma playing with his system. His teleportation was simply a fantasy.

Hiruma couldn't explain any of this. He didn't have a way to and was lazy to come up with new lies.

No matter the situation, though, lies or not, Hiruma would keep his key information secret. Let alone the saving grace(s) he thought God helped him with; he would have to be struck by lightning to consider real and full disclosure.

That was because he would need to be someone other than those transmigrators who explained what Earth was and what a system was.

Having problems at the start of transmigration was preferable to exposing his most important secret.

"That's for you to find out later. But please, don't be too dumbfounded."

Hiruma responded with a childish smile, then he asked,

"What time do we meet downstairs?"

Hiruma was given some time off before Tsubone's investigation. They would eat at that time.

Hiruma was okay with this; he had little choice in the matter. Especially since Tsubone would protect him from now on. He had to act in some concert with her thinking and ideas.

It was clever cooperation. Willful children weren't lovable. He didn't want to be one and be disliked in the future.

Hiruma was counting on Tsubone to preserve him from Silva's troubling project. That guy was definitely going to make him another Killua.

It would be sad since Hiruma still wouldn't be the heir after going through the project.

Unless he dyed his hair white...

All his problems aside, concerning the "rest" announced just now, Hiruma had the suspicion that the old woman was more tired than he was.

When they were running, he didn't heal her; he only healed himself.

"How about meeting in three hours?"

Tsubone offered.

"Okay."

Hiruma nodded.

Since Tsubone wanted to lead an investigation on him, he would show her his best— starting with him awakening his monster units to Nen if he could in these three hours.

After a small and polite bow, the walking butler was about to reach her room.

Hiruma had gone through all sorts of annoying things today.

Just when he ended his beaten thoughts, he saw something.

It was a window.

It materialized in front of his eyes.

The phenomenon, however, wasn't Conjuration or Emission...

As for the content showcased in the window: it was about something he had forgotten in his panic today.

"..."

The monster butler's hand was eventually on the handle of her door.

Reading the windowed wise-smug-guy thing, Hiruma eyed the woman with empathy. Then he clicked on an air prompt.

The instant he did, nothing was ever the same.

Transmigration appeared to have its own philosophy and logic, and it couldn't be too much of a patient role...

The instant Hiruma also thought this, he saw another window suddenly appear. Once more.

This one was about another individual.