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"I need to get out of this situation." Aron said, scratching his head.

He had no idea where he was.

He knew it wasn't a pretty place to be.

"I am in a prison cell." Aron thought as he looked at the diry and muddy ground and the iron bars in front of his eyes.

He had no idea why he was so calm.

After all, it was still quite confusing, and he needed to be scared of the situation he was in.

It is not every day that he wakes up in a shady prison cell.

It wasn't easy to understand such situations.

"Hmmm..."

Aron took a deep breath and closed his eyes slightly.

Just then, he started to hear some voices from outside his cell.

"So, he's just a simple prisoner; he was brought from Meteor City, and I don't think anything will happen if he dies."

A man with a deep voice spoke to someone else. Aron caught an important word or phrase.

"Meteor City?" he said, and a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"I remember the name of that place from somewhere."

He said this to himself, swallowing hard right after. He is still confused and having a hard time remembering many things, including his past.

Just then, Aron paused slightly as his head started to hurt.

"My head.."

"It's like my head is being cut off," he muttered to himself as he sat down on the floor.

The rather simple brown clothes he was wearing were muddied as he sat down.

But Aron did not care about that at all.

This was the least of Aron's worries right now.

"I feel like my head has burst open."

"The pain is too much." Aron started sweating heavily from the sharp pain.

The pain in his head continued to increase.

A few seconds later, Aron's eyes rolled up, and he slowly lost consciousness.

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Aron opened his eyes again, not knowing how much time had passed, and regained consciousness.

He started to look around. "How...?" he thought to himself. He had no idea what had happened.

Just then, a blue window slowly opened in front of Aron's eyes. It looked like the screen of an old computer that was having trouble opening.

"Ding"

Aron heard a "ding" sound in his head.

"System: Active"

"Aron Fer"

"Race: Personification of Nen-Traverser"

"STR 10.0"

"Agility: 10.0"

"Endurance, 10.0"

"NEN = 10.0 (Newly-Awakened)

Aron took a deep breath, and a strange fear appeared in his eyes.

"How come.."

Aron remembered the words he had heard before he passed out. 

"He comes from Meteor City."

Aron kept on thinking about his problems and trying to make some sense. 

He started thinking about the blue window and what kind of information it gave him.

It had addressed him as "Personification of Nen-Traverser," and he had also seen that he had Nen in the User Status panel.

"Everything is clear and fair," Aron said.

The reason he was calm was perhaps something that could be explained by being a Traverser or a Nen Person.

"At least I came to a universe, I know."

Aron said. He didn't know why he came here, how he died, or if he was dead.

But that didn't stop him from being in a rather surprising situation.

"Why..."

"Did I do something?"

"But is this a punishment for me?" he thought over and over again. As Aron thought 

about these things.

His eyes and mind calmed down a little bit, and he looked around himself one more time to get a better sense of where he was.

"So, this place is an unknown wood," Aron commented.

It's better than a prison, Aron thought to himself.

Aron Vision swam in vibrant greens and blues. 

Towering trees, unlike any he'd ever seen, stretched overhead, their leaves filtering sunlight in kaleidoscopic patterns. Panic clawed at his throat as he tried to sit up. 

"So, why am I in this world at all?" Aron thought.

The question hung in the air, unanswered. No helpful chimes this time. A frown creased his brow. 

Was this it? Was he left completely alone in this strange world? But the spark of Nen within him flickered brighter, pushing away the doubt.

"Guess I've got to figure it out myself," he declared, determination hardening his voice. 

Aron knew that at least he had to aid his survival in this unknown area of woods. It is better to have "Nen" than not.

He closed his eyes, visualizing the Nen exercises he'd devoured in the manga. Ten, Ren, and Hatsu—the names danced in his mind.

Focus. He imagined the aura solidifying around him, forming a protective shield. Slowly and tentatively, he opened his eyes.

Aron could not help but smile.

"It is easier than I thought."

Aron was an avid fan of Hunter x Hunter back then on Earth. He watched every episode several times and read the manga.

He knew how to control and had some sort of mastery of Nen because of his knowledge of Nen from the series.

"But, of course, it does not make a master without enough experience to keep on using nen for different times."