Title: Annoying Kid
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'Will he tell me his name?'
'Will he even talk to me?'
'With that strength at his age, he must think someone like me is beneath him...'
The blond, pageboy-haired boy clenched his hands behind his back, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms. Yet his face remained cautious and shy, as he watched the white-haired, blue-eyed boy in front of him.
There was something uniquely captivating about the mix of extremes in the o...
Title: Port
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January 1st, 6:00 a.m.
The dock was already bustling with people, and vendors had begun setting up their stalls.
White smoke curled into the air, carrying an assortment of aromas.
The strongest scent, of course, was an overwhelming fishiness. After all, 80% of the vendors were selling seafood—of all kinds and varieties.
Amid this lively atmosphere, Cyr first swallowed a few pills before digging into the seafood with gusto.
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Title: Airship
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“If you’ve already registered for the Hunter Exam online, all you need to do is give your name to the receptionist at the front desk, and someone will guide you.”
Following the enthusiastic advice of the self-proclaimed information broker, Cyr returned to the area with the large fleet of airships. This time, he entered through the main entrance, walking confidently into the reception hall.
He headed straight to the front desk and provide...
Title: Artificial Sorcerer
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“Shin-kun, the information I’m about to share is classified and known only to a select few within the higher echelons of the jujutsu world. Please refrain from sharing it with others, as doing so could lead to unnecessary trouble.”
Walking ahead, Kazuya Suzuki explained calmly to Shin Shuichi. Shin, recalling the few cryptic words on the burnt paper he had seen earlier, let out a faint, ambiguous smile. “That makes sense. After al...
Title: Pharmacy II
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“Do you have any medicine for blood replenishment?” Cyr asked naturally.
“Blood replenishment? You need this kind of medicine?” The gloomy shopkeeper, his movements stiff and slow like an old, poorly maintained machine, turned his head.
He lifted his head slightly, and his hood fell back, revealing the upper half of his face.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t the noseless Voldemort Cyr had half-expected. Instead, his features were ...
Title; Pharmacy
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“It’s December 30th now. I need to catch transportation to the Azian Continent before January 1st. The official exam is on January 7th, and I’ll need time to find the venue once I’m there…,” Cyr muttered to himself. “So the journey itself can’t take more than five days. Between ships and airships in this world, which one’s faster?”
The white-haired, blue-eyed boy strolled to the central fountain plaza, sitting by the edge of the ...
Title: World Card
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“Our bodies… we can’t move at all…”
The men kneeling on the floor widened their bloodshot eyes, their stiff bodies refusing to respond to their will. They couldn’t even lift their heads.
Submissive, reverent—they could only stare at the carpet beneath them and watch as sweat from their own bodies dripped onto the fabric, leaving dark stains.
“This is bad… this guy…”
“Why… why did he target us?”
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Title: Train Shenanigans
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Cyr slept from noon on the 28th straight through to the morning of the 29th, only waking up when the sound of knocking at the door signaled the arrival of breakfast.
Still groggy, he opened the door barefoot and shirtless, yawning as he greeted the server.
“Pardon me, your breakfast service,” the server announced, briefly glancing at the black markings on the boy’s chest and waist before quickly averting his eyes and wheeling t...
Title: Puzzles
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The final corridor led to a space filled with mirrors.
As Cyr stepped into the area, the corridor behind him vanished, leaving only a single path ahead.
At the end of that path? More mirrors, forming its sides and endpoint.
“That guy definitely took advantage of his role as the game master to sneak out,” Cyr muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood in place.
The mirrors in this space were all damaged—some shattere...
Title: Maze
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The dizzying whirlwind finally stopped, and Cyr landed steadily on his feet. Around him, a series of thud sounds echoed as others hit the ground.
Many had collapsed, unconscious from the ordeal.
Besides, a few were missing—likely lost along the way.
Those injured and left behind in the merciless desert? Their fate was all but sealed: death.
Now, only Cyr and the caravan leader remained conscious and capable of moving.
The c...
Title: Sandstorm
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In the distance, the carcasses of the beasts were gradually dragged beneath the desert sands, as if devoured by the vast expanse itself.
By dawn, the bodies had completely vanished.
After the caravan regrouped, they set out quickly, making use of the cooler morning hours before the temperature rose. The injured sat silently on horses or camels, their stoic resolve evident in their unwavering silence.
As the caravan passed through the ...
Title: Pdf?
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"I warned you," Cyr said, casually wagging his finger. His voice was light, but the undertone was unmistakably cold. "Stay away from me."
Clearly, the girl hadn’t taken his words seriously, continually trying to get closer—or rather, to test him.
"I’m only here to get a Hunter’s License. But if you keep interfering…"
The white-haired boy stood still, but the surrounding air began to churn. A fierce sandstorm spiraled around him.<...
Title: Disgusting
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"Wanna see if you can break it?" Cyr asked, his tone teasing, as he watched the golden-haired girl curiously fiddling with the chains. His face lit up with an amused smile.
Biscuit was momentarily stunned.
How could this brat ask such a question? Had he seen through her true strength? But she had hidden her aura perfectly, even simulating the natural "leakage" of ordinary people.
There was no way her disguise had flaws! This kid ...
Title: Range
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"Let’s go," Cyr said, turning back toward the caravan without sparing another glance.
"What about the girl?" one of the three guards asked, hesitation and pity evident in his tone.
"If she truly needs help, she’ll follow us, even if it kills her," the white-haired boy replied without stopping or looking back, his words dripping with an ambiguous undertone.
The three men exchanged glances with a mix of uncertainty, but in the end, they...
Title: A Little Girl
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When Cyr saw the group of tough, criminal-looking people, only one thought crossed his mind: This is perfect.
They were probably just like him—candidates for the 286th Hunter Exam.
The mercenaries in the guard unit all exuded an air of violence, with bloodstains visible on their clothes and weapons.
When they noticed the oddity of a pale, tattooed boy joining their ranks, none of them expressed dissatisfaction or surprise.
Title: Head Held Too High
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Cyr flipped the card over and saw a faint line of text:
[Upright Hierophant] — Buff Card.
A buff card? So, it grants positive effects? That would imply there are also debuff cards for applying negative effects.
But what exactly was the Hierophant's buff?
After spending half a day in District 12 under the influence of the Hierophant card, Cyr came to a few conclusions.
So far, the Hierophant seemed to have thre...
Title: Cards
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Cyr glanced down at the small card in his hand. It bore no photo, just a name, an ID number, and a birthplace.
Name: Cyr Deville
Birthplace: Yorknew City
“This identity has already been entered into the system database,” Pampas explained.
“If you’re planning to take the Hunter Exam, you can use this ID number to register online. Registration is open right now. Would you like me to help you sign up?” Pampas added.
“Ar...
Title: Elders
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The corridor outside the room, even at the door, was completely unguarded.
It seemed they were confident that no one would dare to eavesdrop on their conversation within the church. This played right into Cyr’s hands.
He pressed his ear against the door, focusing intently. To better catch the conversation inside, he even used Nen to enhance his hearing.
His Six Eyes allowed him to see the aura around others—and, naturally, his ow...
Title: Meeting
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As Sid had warned, Cyr’s missed three days of training were compensated for—doubled in intensity.
He had no complaints about the training itself, but one issue persisted: despite his relentless efforts, he still couldn’t trigger a Black Flash.
“Is my luck really that bad?” Cyr muttered, sitting cross-legged on the rubble-strewn ground, staring at his clenched fists.
His cursed energy control was flawless, and his punches packe...
Title: Trash?
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Cyr climbed down from the top of the safe, surveying the room before yanking a red velvet cloth off the desk. He used it to bundle up the cash, gold, and jewels scattered on the floor, tying it into a makeshift sack.
“What are you doing?” a voice called from the doorway.
Unfazed, Cyr slung the sack over his shoulder with a casual air. “Picking up trash,” he replied nonchalantly.
Then he turned to face Pampas—or rather, the pupp...
Title: Stingy
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"Annoying."
With a slight flick of his fingers, Cyr sliced the crawling man and the radio in his hand into countless fragments.
The ground was covered in blood and shattered human remains.
Without sparing the carnage a second glance, Cyr’s figure vanished from the spot.
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“There’s definitely an intruder. Stay alert,” Fan, the squad leader, said in a grave tone, warning his team.
“But where are...
Title: Game
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“Boring. I’m starting to regret this,” Cyr muttered as he walked along the narrow paths of District 13, not even bothering to use Cursed Technique to move faster. Instead, he deliberately measured each step, as if taking stock of every inch of the district.
Pampas had named this little escapade the "Ghost Catching Game." All Cyr had to do was find the “ghost” to win.
Given that most of the missing children came from District 13, Cyr dec...
Title: System Task
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“Sir, could you help us with something?”
Cyr lazily lifted his heavy-lidded eyes, his disinterest evident as he regarded the group of children in front of him.
They looked decent—clean, and passable enough to be called cute in the outside world.
At the moment, these "cute" children were gazing up at him with expectant eyes of varying colors.
But if he recalled correctly, his relationship with them was lukewarm at be...
Title: Him? Weak?
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Time flew by as Cyr became absorbed in his training. It wasn’t until Pampas’s sudden appearance that Cyr realized how long he’d already been in Meteor City.
Cyr had always been an overachiever. Back in school, he’d lose track of time while working through problem sets, often studying from dawn until midnight, only stopping when his family forced him to put his pen down.
His biggest problem here? Everyone assumed he could already use...
New fic in the webnovel, check it out first before reading the advanced chapters I'm gonna post here.
2024-11-22 16:00:13 +0000 UTC View PostTitle: Naoya Zen'in
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With Gojo Satoru off to visit Yuta Okkotsu abroad, Shin Shuichi had taken on a few minor assignments. Under Gojo’s “hands-on teaching” style—better described as a convenient excuse for slacking off—Shin had also mastered the art of delegation disguised as training.
The simpler tasks were handed off to Megumi and the others. With the first-years each possessing remarkable talents, ordinary missions posed little challenge for them, leav...
Title: Rescue
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"I already know."
Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, speaking calmly to Shin, who sat across from him. He glanced up at the ceiling light hanging overhead. "A mission of at least grade one, and possibly involving a special-grade curse, yet they send first-year students to rescue the ‘survivors’? Heh, are these old fossils no longer even hiding their intentions?"
Shin toyed with a small ornament on the table, his expression unreadable. "I...
Title: Plans
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“Sukuna, if I die, you’ll die too! If you don’t want to die, help me!”
“I refuse."
Inside his mental domain, Sukuna watched the scene unfold with great interest. Upon hearing Yuji Itadori’s desperate plea, his grin stretched unnaturally wide, his eyes brimming with pure malice.
“Just two fragments of a soul—did you get something wrong? Of course, if you’d like to trade places, that’s an option too. But once I’m ...
Title: Cursed Womb
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Although Larue managed to escape, the mission was considered complete under the circumstances. Both the unknown entity and the cursed spirit were recorded. Based on Shin Shuichi’s description, researchers specializing in the origins and archetypes of cursed spirits deduced that the creature might be an imaginary cursed spirit, potentially linked to the mythical “Baku,” known as the dream-eating tapir.
Another previously unrecorded special...
Title: Remnants
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"It's not that I don’t want to take you, but look at you. Sure, you’re a husky, but I’m not going on a leisure trip. When the real fight starts, did you see how fierce that thing were? Where would you even run?"
After Shin Shuichi shared the breathtaking photos he had taken during his recent missions, the white wolf, who had been alternating between Panda and Maki as its companion lately, was visibly displeased.
Such a perfect place, an...