"This outfit was bought with your clothes," the girl said, her tone flat. She crossed her arms and gestured at her white outfit.
"My clothes?" Morin blinked, looking down at his own attire.
His previous clothing was gone, replaced by a tattered hemp garnt full of holes.
He realized now that his original outfit had been exchanged for the girl's attire.
As he observed her more closely, a na ford in his mind, overlapping with her image.
"Where am I?" Morin asked, his voice steady.
"teor City," she replied calmly, brushing her short hair aside.
"teor City," Morin echoed softly. "I see... I really ended up in quite the place."
teor City—an infamous landfill where nations dumped their waste, be it trash, corpses, or even unwanted children.
But teor City was special; it wasn't just an urban slum.
Though the area surrounding teor City was essentially a sprawling landfill, the streets inside were clean and orderly.
The architecture featured yellow and white tones, and the materials used weren't bad. If one ignored the garbage-filled outskirts, it could easily pass for a normal town.
The residents of teor City were all castaways—people discarded by the world, with no official identities or traceable records. They survived primarily by scavenging and repurposing what could be salvaged from the garbage dumps.
Despite relying on waste for their livelihood, the people of teor City lived with a kind of positivity and straightforwardness.
Of course, their way of life followed a set of rules entirely separate from the conventional moral codes of the outside world.
Survival of the fittest, natural selection—these were the predatory laws that every resident abided by. Simple, fair, and unyielding, these principles shaped the straightforward personalities and unembellished emotions of teor City's inhabitants.
Morin had never expected this. He'd planned to progress carefully and thodically in the Hunter x Hunter world, prioritizing safety.
But he hadn't anticipated starting off in such a dangerous place.
Hell difficulty—this was nothing less.
"If this is teor City, then you must be..."
Morin's gaze fixed on the girl in front of him, who had taken his clothes earlier.
Judging by her actions, she had taken his clothing, gone sowhere, and returned wearing the white martial arts uniform she now had on.
"What's your na?" Morin asked.
"Machi."
The lavender-haired girl replied calmly.
"And you?"
"Morin."
Morin gave a slightly awkward response.
It was her!!
He hadn't expected to encounter soone from the Hunter x Hunter universe so soon.
teor City, a girl with lavender hair, and the distinct outfit—there was no one else Morin could think of but that Machi.
Right now, Machi looked like an adorably petite girl—enough to spark a "surge of affection" in any self-proclaid loli enthusiast.
But Morin wasn't into that sort of thing, and he was very aware that this cute, innocent-looking girl was anything but harmless.
This was the future mber of the notorious Phantom Troupe, infamous for heinous cris across the world. She was far from the innocent appearance she had now!
"Why...did you save ?" Morin asked curiously.
"Two reasons," Machi replied with an unchanged expression. "One: clothes. Two: instinct."
Straight to the point.
Morin understood.
"Instinct, huh?"
The matter of the clothes was self-explanatory, but instinct?
Machi's sixth sense was sharp—almost preternaturally so.
Her so-called "woman's intuition" was frighteningly accurate. It could practically function as a support ability.
"Anything else?" Machi asked, noticing that Morin was still lost in thought.
"If not, I'm going to sleep."
Sleep?
Morin blinked, then realized it was already late at night.
"I woke up at just the right ti, didn't I?"
Watching Machi climb onto her hammock without sparing him another glance, Morin shook his head.
"I need to rest, too, or my brain's going to fry."
The series of events—his transmigration, the awakening of his Nen, and the flood of mories—left him ntally and physically drained, even with his newfound abilities.
Morin flopped back onto the rickety wooden bed.
"Looking at Machi now, she seems to be about eleven or twelve. In the original series, when the Phantom Troupe first appeared during the Yorknew City arc, she was twenty-four.
"That ans it's around twelve or thirteen years before the main plot starts, right?"
"I wonder if the Phantom Troupe even exists yet. Judging by Machi being here on her own, it probably doesn't...right?"
Morin's eyelids grew heavier, and before long, he drifted off into slumber.
As for the future criminal mastermind resting in the hammock beside him, Morin didn't dwell on it too much.
He simply thought of her as a future Phantom Troupe mber who, for now, was just a child.
TL: Every 50 Power stones = 1 chapter for now
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