There is one thing that must be clarified in advance.

Heather didn't just pick up some strange old object from a stall or click on an option that shouldn't be clicked on before she crossed over to the hunter's world in style.

He was cast out of his world, known as the Expulsion.

From a young age, Heather felt out of place with the people around her.

The strength is getting bigger and bigger, the agility and explosiveness are stronger than adults, the skin has never been sick, the skin seems delicate but it is extremely tough and not easy to get hurt, the dynamic vision is ridiculously good, no matter what is basically learned, and there is a face that is easy to get into trouble.

And all of this is getting stronger with age.

Before the age of 10, when I was reading the Superman comics, Heather wondered more than once if she was an alien left behind on Earth, with an alien name named Joe Hale or something.

Come to think of it, isn't there a secret base or something like the Superman suit waiting for you?

I took the cartoon and asked my parents with interest, but all I got was white eyes - can you fly? Do you have a thermal sight? Are you invulnerable? Don't be stupid, baby, you're our biological son, but you're just a little bit better than a normal child.

Having said that, Heather's parents know very well that the wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind, and their son is not an ordinary good tree, it is simply a general Sherman tree in the bushes! So they taught Heather from an early age to learn to hide herself, to disguise herself.

Withdrawn personality, few friends, four eyes and two otaku, sports wastewood, academic performance is not up or down, looks good but the hairstyle is ugly, and the aesthetic needs to be improved......

This is the stereotype of Heather by the people around her.

And Heather has been pretending to be an otaku for too long, so much so that she has really become a partial otaku.

I'm not interested in the waste of the second dimension at all.,Love old-school comics like Dragon Ball Saint Seiya.,Be able to name every gundam model and weapon configuration.,Fans of the machine battle series.,Superheroes (especially heroines) of both DC and Marvel series are like a few treasures.,World of Warcraft dual camps are full of all professions.,Internet memes are flying......

If there's one thing that sets Heather apart from other otaku, it's that he can kill a rhinoceros with a single punch, while other otaku can only rely on sliding shovels and extreme rage.

In recent years, Heather has begun to feel that something is not quite right.

First of all, he himself, his luck is getting worse and worse, if it weren't for his excellent physical fitness, I'm afraid he would have died in various accidents a long time ago.

Then there are his parents, who began to become unlucky a few months ago, and according to this trend, it will not be long before it evolves into a routine of being hit by a car and being hit by a high-altitude projectile when going out.

Just when Heather wonders if she is the kind of solitary star in the novel, the accident finally happens.

It was a Saturday morning.

Heather woke up and slipped into the bathroom with her slippers in a daze, humming in front of the mirror and brushing her teeth while thinking about what she was going to give her dad for her birthday.

Suddenly, he froze.

On the surface of the mirror in front of him, a line of hoarfrost condensed handwriting appeared.

[Sorry to disturb your good mood, but you have to leave.] 】

"Huh?"

What kind of thing, I have lived for eighteen years as a hidden superman, and today I finally come into contact with the mysterious power of this world?

Heather happily took the toothpaste and smeared a few words under the line of hoarfrost handwriting—Immortals? Monster? Superpowered organization? Justice League?

[Can you stop using toothpaste?] It's very bad and it's hard to clean!! Just talk to it!! 】

Five exclamation points, indicating that the mysterious man hiding behind the mirror is a bit of a cleanliness fetish. Then another line of hoarfrost writing appeared, and it appeared quickly.

[You really need to go, or your parents may not survive this Sunday.] 】

Heather frowned, not because he was easy to deceive, but because he had already realized in his heart that it was his bad luck that affected his parents. But he has not been able to find a good solution, and yesterday he had decided to wait until his father's birthday to leave the city next week and go to the southernmost part of the country to make a living.

"Why? Why is my luck getting worse and worse even affecting my parents? ”

Heather raised her biggest question of all time.

[How can a lion be born and curl up in a rabbit's nest? Even if you try to hide it, the world is starting to reject your presence. 】

I want to be an ordinary person, too! Heather was a little unwilling in her heart: "Then what if I take the initiative to leave my parents' side?" Go now, stay away from them! ”

As long as you exist in this world, all those close to you will be slowly ostracized until death, which is inevitable. 】

“…… If you have anything to say, just say it. Heather could also see that this 'mirror' was guiding her around the corner.

[Leaving this world is the best choice for you and your loved ones. 】

Heather looked annoyed: "It's light, how to go!" Are you going to give me a boat to row into outer space? ”

[I have my own way, the problem lies with you. Are you sure you want to leave this world, or stay here with your loved ones and wait for your doomed death? 】

"As long as you have a way to send me away, I choose to leave." For the sake of her parents, Heather did not hesitate.

[So...... Have a great trip! 】

"Wait a minute, who the hell are you......" Heather could finish her sentence when she was swallowed up by a sudden black mist, and the white frost handwriting on the mirror, along with the words on the toothpaste, was erased by the invisible hand, and the mirror became clean.

The toilet was empty, except for a toothbrush that had fallen into the sink.

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Dark.

Nothing can be seen, pure and utter darkness.

With that comes the feeling of suffocation, a feeling of suffocation that comes from the depths of the soul.

It was as if diving naked at the bottom of the icy sea, the biting chill and the feeling of squeezing from all sides tormented Heather's soul and body.

Unable to move even a finger, Heather could only endure the extreme cold and suffocation that soaked her body and mind.

It seemed as if a hundred years had passed, and suddenly a point of light appeared in the endless darkness. Almost instantly, the point of light quickly magnified into a sea of light, and Heather's whole person was pushed by the 'sea tide', and was thrown into the ocean of light.

The soul without any protection suddenly returned to the protection of the [world], the soul no longer felt suffocated and depressed, and the warmth re-infiltrated Heather's body.

Then, Heather felt herself sink headlong into the grass.

The dew on the leaves was all over his face, but he couldn't move a finger, so he just lay on his stomach in the grass.

Consciousness gradually blurred......

When she woke up again, Heather saw an unfamiliar ceiling and sat up to find herself lying on a slightly shabby but cleanly washed bed.

There was a stocky old man sitting in a chair with his arms crossed beside the bed, his head hanging down and dozing off.

This is how Heather and Daddy Jack met.

Although the lingua franca of this world does not belong to any language in the original world at all, I can somehow understand and speak, but I can't read the text, that is, [illiterate].

If this is your own golden finger, it sucks, right? Is the monkey version fluent in language? Every time she thought of this, Heather couldn't help but feel a wave of contempt for the 'mirror' that sent her.

And in addition to the lingua franca, there are also pure English, Arabic numerals, Roman numerals and even Chinese characters in this world, but the application area of Chinese characters is very rare, and it is quite strange to think about it.

But Heather never expected that he had crossed into the hunter world.

I thought it was a farming text who crossed the other world and started from a supermarket and finally became the richest man in the world.,It turned out to be a fandom who crossed the hunter world to fight life and death.,It's a bit different.。 If you put it on the novel website, it is the difference between the average order of 10,000 and the average order of 100!

And he is a good earthling, that is, he has developed a little better than others, how did he become a natural minder in the mouth of Izenaby, and after he entered the hunter world, he also followed the customs?

Standing in front of the grocery store, Heather waved goodbye to Daddy Jack with her canvas duffel bag, and then followed Izenaby's footsteps in the direction of the train station.

It doesn't matter, at least now there are people who are willing to teach themselves the ability to read, which means that as long as they don't waste in the early stage, they can basically obtain the minimum self-protection ability.

Ordinary people in the hunter world are notoriously devoid of human rights, the strong can crush civilians at will, and hunters even have permission to kill. If you want to survive in this world, the ability to mind is essential.

As for how to return to the original world, Heather also had some ideas.

Heather chatted with Izenaby as she walked, listening to some common knowledge of the hunter world, and Izenaby also answered all questions, and the two had a good relationship.

As he approached the train station, Izenaby led Heather into a roadside restaurant.

Wait for someone while eating.

"All new hunters have to learn the ability to read before they can actually complete the hunter test, which is also known as the 'final test'."

The two sat at the table by the window, and Izenaby scooped a spoonful of seafood fried rice into his mouth, chewing and said vaguely: "After all, this is a cruel world dominated by [strength], and if you don't have the ability to read, you can't move an inch in the hunter's world." This is also common to you, Heather. ”

Heather, who was sitting opposite, was rolling the red tomato bolognese pasta around with a fork: "Because I can only be regarded as a half-minder?" ”

"You're not even half-, boy."

Izenaby picked up the prawns in the paella again, squeezed some lemon on them, and stuffed the prawns into his mouth with the shells in his mouth, chewing them with a rattling sound:

"Although your physical fitness is very good, the real telekinesis is strange, and there are many telekinesis abilities that have strange effects that are completely unreasonable. I will explain this to you in detail during my formal practice...... Ah, here it is. ”

Following Izenaby's gaze, Heather saw through the glass window of the dining room the target walking down the street outside.