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Hunter X Hunter: Dungeon Mobs System

Hiruma, a twelve-year-old street-trained, eccentric, and abandoned child, is killed by a gas explosion caused by his carelessness. He awakens prisoner in the body of an eight-year-old. In a homicide-trained home where the masters secure their children's “brilliant” futures through bodily suffering and emotional wringing. — From his recently adopted wanker lifestyle to the whetting, dehumanizing, and gloomy power at his disposal… — The upsetting change, the nightmarish contrast, was an obvious extreme. However, the boy soon became aware of a critical issue: how was he to carve out his own free road when the dark path he should take appeared to have already been mapped out by those around him? After all, his hybrid “RPG-like system,” which could elicit sexual interest and mutual trust in creatures other than actual monsters, appeared to have spared him the gifts of coincidence and powerful magic.

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33 Chs

Eccentric Maha

"Hey, shrimp, you're starting to look suspiciously like me. Mama, good morning, Kalluto."

"Oh, you're back... How much fun do you have playing with my hair every time we meet? More significantly, your monikers are deteriorating. Have you noticed yet? I haven't been a five-year-old in four years."

Hiruma followed the ladies in women's dress through the Zoldyck Castle halls. Someone snuck up behind him and seized his head as he walked wistfully and draggingly. Taking advantage of the chance to mess up his hairstyle.

"Good morning, Illumi." Kalluto turned to face the person standing behind them, who, with one of his rare tiny grins, reluctantly released go of her twin brother's head. She appeared courteous, attentive, and a little fascinated when she looked at him.

" Are you back, Illumi? That was far too rapid. Did you come back to celebrate your sibling's birthday?" Kikyo inquired pleasantly, clutching her daughter's hand securely. She sounded surprised rather than stunned.

"Eh? That's a strong grasp, Hiruma. Did you have a dispute with mama this year, too? That's what you like to do on your birthday; best wishes…"

"Certainly not. How did you get that impression?" Hiruma was hounded by Illumi before answering his mother, and Hiruma lied miserably.

"No matter how hard you try, you're a miserable lie. That has not changed. But you'd prefer I keep calling you Peewee? That didn't sit well with you."

"..." Hiruma remained mute, already brooding.

Illumi was more considerate to his family and the few individuals he recognized. More than what was displayed. He was simply insane with Killua for "Reasons"…

After troubling his second favorite person, the slim young guy became more serious. "As you can see, Mom, I just returned an hour ago. I was on the verge of losing one arm since the target's abilities exceeded my expectations for this task. But once I summoned Grandpa for assistance, the long-running difficulties came to an end."

"Oh my, did you even need father-in-law's help? How is your arm doing? Which is it?" Kikyo inquired, her Cyclops-like gaze locked on her one and only full-fledged murderer son.

She was taken aback yet again.

She approached the towering Illumi, concerned, to nurse him, but something alarmed him in the next second, "It's all good, Mom, but what's wrong with the kids? … Ah, I see they've figured it out… Is this a gift for their birthday?"

"Hmm. You look to be in good physical condition… I taught them; it's my Birthday present to the twins this year. Kalluto was discovered to be a Manipulator like us." Kikyo gave her eldest and only mature work of art one more caring look before replying with cheer.

"Interesting. How about you, Hiruma? I think I have a hunch." Illumi gave his sister a short glance before inquiring about his brother.

"Do you? I'm confident you would." Hiruma smirked for the first time since seeing Illumi. Illumi and Hisoka were too excellent at recognizing his Nen type, since they seemed to have a bizarre background and an interest in it. It was never explained in the plot.

"Transmuter?" Illumi asked, tauntingly.

"…" Hiruma scowled, a forlorn and angry checkmark forming in the crease of his forehead. Illumi figured out his desire… Was it the desire of every Enhancer to be a transmuter? Hiruma couldn't help but wonder.

Kikyo's pleasant, calm chuckle rang down the corridor as Illumi stopped taunting him; he was much too adept at catching his brother. "Enhancer?"

"Why bother asking, Asshole, if you already know? I don't have time for your bullying; I heard Great Grandpa came out of seclusion today; I'll inform him that you're making vexing jokes about us Enhancers." Hiruma sighed and walked out of the terrible gathering in the corridor. He strolled alone to the dining hall first.He didn't rush there because he was hungry—or because he was poor at pretending. He went because Nen awoke something cool in him.

"Scary." Illumi feigned to be afraid as he stepped back; he was always Maha's favorite; Maha even joined forces with him to fight Zeno whenever Illumi felt self-destructive. Illumi would never wet his pants, even if the menace wasn't real. What hadn't he been through and endured as the oldest child? Hiruma, not to mention Killua, were merely hilarious and cute dwarfs to him…

"What a pleasant sight...Come on, Kalluto, let's catch up with them." Kikyo chuckled and took her daughter's hand in hers. Her second favorite kid angered her, but one of her favorite things was seeing him battle against his elders while standing up to them.

Hiruma would have to be brave to repeat what he had done to Illumi with Maha, Zeno, or Silva, even if he knew it. He wasn't insane. Kikyo, Hiruma's tormentor, and Milluki, her overweight sidekick, were occupying Hiruma's hands. He couldn't possibly create any more issues for himself unless he was mad.

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At the seldom seen breakfast table. Only nine of the ten Zoldycks sat to eat.

Killua was telling Hiruma, who was seated directly next to him, about a new brand of chocolates he had purchased when their grandpa wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and asked. A touch impertinent and loud, "Silva, there was a strange noise coming from your room yesterday. Have you finally realized what time it is?"

"This is an entirely improper question, Dad." The demonic-looking Silva was taken speechless by his father's surprise inquiry, but he did not overtly reject it.

Zeno didn't appear to mind at all. Both he and his father, Maha, laughed. The latter went on to make his own wild and louder comment, "I was out strolling last night and heard the same thing before you crooked little beasts stopped. I thought one of your treasured dogs was being butchered, Silva."

Kikyo irritably replied to him, "Grandpa, didn't we tell you to quit this night-walking nonsense?" The youngsters listened with popcorn-eating looks. "Please keep our privacy in mind."

Maha was a fascinatingly eccentric person who was both modest and patient. He was at least patient when he wanted to be. Those who don't know him have no concept how ruthless and patient he can be.

Because he was, and Kikyo was well aware of how much he missed his ex-wife, she said furiously. "Exactly what you suppose, father," she said sweetly to Silva, her words intended for her husband and Zeno. "We're making an attempt; Silva has recognized Alluka was a mistake… After great discussion, we decided to have another daughter. Is that correct, Dear?"

"Shut up, you foolish woman. Don't bring up our bed issues." Silva, the Alpha, answered curtly. Unlike his wife, he refused to share their personal concerns with the rest of the family.

"... Dear. I was just..." Kikyo's voice remained loving, but quieter.

"Be silent." Silva's stance on the matter remained consistent.

"…" When Hiruma glanced at his mother this morning, he realized why she was tired. He groaned slightly. Her IQ appeared to be declining when close to her" loving hubby". It wasn't the first time such a little incident happened at the brunch table; Kikyo, on the other hand, looked to have won her long and tiresome case. Silva had completely overlooked his first daughter. It was time to have another child, like she said… Hiruma didn't care.

When the brunch-missing Alluka was mentioned, Killua though, who was right next to Hiruma, showed an angry expression.

Hiruma hastily shifted the subject when he noticed his brother about to open his lips to say something needless. With avarice in his eyes, he boasted like a naive baby bird, which he wasn't in his former life, and instantly asked the second strongest but richest guy at the table, "Granddad, we're 9; what did you intend to present us for our birthday this year? Didn't you realize Kalluto and I have become experts*?"

"… How could I have overlooked that, tiny man? But we don't talk about it here; be good and come to my room later to negotiate." Zeno, who was generally bold and easygoing, glared this time. If Hiruma hadn't been dropping clues, Silva would have felt balanced; he would have felt avenged and taken joy in his father's misfortune. But Hiruma was risking Killua, their big joint effort.

"Experts? Which kind of experts?" Killua queried, as Hiruma had predicted, bending the considerable spoon he was grasping violently. The white-haired youngster ate a bowl of purplish-red beans combined with sliced pork and rice before shifting his eyes to his naughty sibling. The dish was called Chili Con Carne, and it incorporated tomato. This was a fiery meal. Many, if not all, of the meals Hiruma had consumed in his former life could be found in this world. The bulk of them were often expensive meals in this world. Zoldycks could afford to consume them daily.

Zeno, Silva, and Illumi all glared at Hiruma when Killua asked. Only the servants seated around the table had previously wished Hiruma a happy birthday. But if he persisted, he'd be rewarded with a celebration and a paddling.

Only Maha, who appeared to be on his way to the grave, gazed at him, one eye open, and asked, "What a surprise, my child. Are you also the bothersome type? I seldom get this wrong."

Hiruma silently nodded.

"Hmph, he's exactly like you, grandpa, but I'm not going to allow you to teach him to spy in the women's bath," his mother, Kikyo, intervened, detecting the danger.

Maha burst up laughing. "Haha, what's the harm in a little snooping? Kikyo, you should become adjusted to my training style after two decades. Stop being so bashful; you know how bored I am; I've never been interested in your body type; I've always favored the full and cylindrical ones."

Zeno spit his tea as he heard this. Silva's typically unmoved face was also turning sullen…

Maha suddenly became annoyed, saying, "I have no idea what my grandson saw in you. Your skills as a killer are also weak; you shine solely at bringing forth good offspring for him. Well, I spoke too quickly; forget about this double-chinned chubby brat beside me…"

"Great-grandpa!" Following this, Milluki became despondent.

"…" Kikyo was surprised and afraid, and she couldn't answer. Everyone knew what was about to happen, but they chose to keep silent…

Only one authority figure took the initiative and stated, "Dad..." Zeno attempted to obstruct his father's enhanced mouth... Actually, his mouth was OK... he was more terrified of the man's physical fury because it hurt more...

"Granddad, don't embarrass me like this. Please give me some face." Silva sought to intercede before it was too late, sensing that his doddering grandfather was growing agitated. Enhancers were absurd, and the guy only seemed senile from the outside. His physique was anything but ancient and weak.

"How about your face? Your face, in my view, is worth a fart! The same goes for you, Zeno." Maha shouted out of shame. Killua, who was only rebellious with the appropriate people, was among the Zoldycks who became mute. The butlers in each corner of the room were possibly all covered in creamy perspiration under their armpits.

"Who made your assassins? Huh? They claim you are the greatest assassins on the market. Zoldyck?! That's my given name! Me! There is no regard for the old!"

"..."

"Aren't you going to say something in response? No? Then I must be right. What a vain, thankless mansion… Call the chefs; my food tastes like turd now."

"..."

Hiruma sat and listened to his great-grandpa rage until the elderly guy had had enough. He wasn't concerned with the chef who hurried out of the kitchen to his side when he was finally at ease, free of his mounting fury and now bored. He simply leaped out of his chair. His dwarfish form then exited the premises, grumbling about how he shouldn't have left his hermitage.

People began to breathe again. Except for Illumi, who didn't seem to mind because he was insane from the start. In the aftermath of the elderly guy, no one felt humiliated, but rather relieved.

Hiruma prayed he wasn't the same kind of lunatic Enhancer Maha was. In everything he did, his great-grandpa was powerful, laid-back, and fashionable. But, given his methods, he was a predatory dinosaur who only commanded awe by using predatory force, even when the circumstance was his fault. Hiruma wasn't thankful for the elderly man's help before. His character was nasty, aside from his evident power; he seemed too abusive for Hiruma's liking. Hiruma had already determined to turn down his lectures, even if Maha made a tempting offer one day.

Hiruma assumed he would get along better with Zeno and Silva, although they were both Emitters. After all, what they did to Killua was unrelated to him. They had no desire to harm or kill him. Everything was geared toward his future as a Zoldyck. Killua was not spoiled, but other individuals in other dark regions of the globe suffered just as much, if not more.

Can you help him? Haha. Hiruma couldn't care less or provide any help until Killua asked him to; everyone was their person. Being close buddies with his brother was enough for him. Hiruma had goals, and Killua would never help him achieve them. Killua was a self-assured young man.

One with a lot of pride.

'Am I an enhancer, or did the system make a mistake?' Hiruma couldn't help but feel that if he were a Nen type, he should be more like Netero and Phinks. When they wanted to be, they were paradoxical, but they were more sensible.

After all, they were more intriguing to him. Hiruma didn't want to be a gaga, alone and perverted old person in the future. Few things infuriated him more than a man condemning another man's bitch, especially after having peeped on her. Worse, if the other party was revealed to be relatives. Such a thing was revolting, shameless, and devoid of manhood.