The darkness receded.
When Joren opened his eyes again, what greeted him was not a warped sky, but a brightly lit stage ahead.
Muted conversation drifted through the room.
Around him sat men and women dressed in elegant, expensive clothes.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
Then two young men stepped onto the stage—one tall, one short, both dressed in formal suits.
The taller man had several long scars running across his face, along with unusually long earlobes.
His eyes were half-lidded as he looked down at the people seated below the stage, anticipation and cruelty visible in his gaze.
The shorter man wore his hair parted down the middle and had narrow, slitted eyes.
When he took his place behind the podium, only his head and a small portion of his upper body could be seen.
He lifted both hands and planted them on the podium in what he clearly considered a handsome pose, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth.
“Welcome, everyone.”
The people in the seats below looked at the two men onstage in confusion.
But before the other man could finish speaking, someone had already realized what was happening.
That person was Joren, who had only just opened his eyes.
Because he knew this scene.
Especially with those two standing there, the short man speaking, the tall man gradually raising his arms—an ominous feeling welled up inside him.
His mind raced, processing the information in an instant.
This was no longer the world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
This was the world of Hunter x Hunter?
The short man was Feitan Portor, a member of the Phantom Troupe known for torture and slaughter.
The tall man was Franklin Bordeau, an Emitter.
Having already experienced being isekai’d once before, Joren accepted the situation with surprising ease.
He had been drawn into the Sendai Colony and intended to wait for Yuta Okkotsu to arrive.
Yet before that could happen, Takako Uro had launched an attack on him first.
The crucial moment came when Joren used the Ten Shadows Technique to evade her Sky Manipulation.
Somehow, the collision had triggered an unusual spatial phenomenon, dragging him directly into a turbulent spatial current.
When he opened his eyes again, Takako Uro was gone.
And he was sitting here.
The astonishment in the gazes of the people around him, combined with the sight of his own hands when he raised them, made the answer clear.
This time, it was not a soul transmigration after death.
He had physically crossed over—his entire body transported from the world of Jujutsu Kaisen into Hunter x Hunter.
Unfortunately, the timing could hardly have been worse.
This was the day the Phantom Troupe caused havoc in Yorknew City: the night of September 1st, 1999.
Watching Franklin’s movements onstage, Joren knew exactly what was coming next.
Franklin’s Nen barrage.
Most of the people in this auction hall were about to die.
Even those lucky enough to escape would have little chance of surviving.
Shizuku Murasaki was waiting in ambush in the corridor outside.
And judging from the number of Troupe members who later escaped by hot-air balloon, there should be four more members serving as support, besides the three here.
Uvogin.
Nobunaga Hazama.
Shalnark.
And Machi Komacine.
Joren felt helpless.
Given the choice, he would rather have stayed in the Sendai Colony and dealt with Takako Uro.
But now that he had crossed over, he had no intention of waiting helplessly for death.
He examined himself internally.
His cursed energy was still there.
That eased his mind somewhat.
During his first transmigration, he had entered the world of jujutsu and become a direct descendant of the Zenin clan.
He even awakened the Ten Shadows Technique by accident, gaining the qualifications to inherit the position of the next head of the Zenin family.
His strength had not been insignificant even in the jujutsu world.
In fact, he was considerably stronger than that bum Megumi Fushiguro, who also possessed the Ten Shadows Technique.
Still, two people of the same generation possessing the Ten Shadows Technique was enough to shatter precedent.
If Joren had been given more time, he was confident that he could grow even stronger.
Reaching special grade was not impossible.
Unfortunately, the pace of catastrophe in the jujutsu world was absurdly fast.
From the moment Yuji Itadori swallowed Ryomen Sukuna’s first finger to the point where Yuta Okkotsu fought four opponents in the Sendai Colony, only a little over half a year had passed.
In such a short span, becoming strong enough to threaten Sukuna would require something close to a cheat ability.
So Joren’s original plan in the jujutsu world had been simple: let Satoru Gojo fight Sukuna.
At worst, Gojo would be cut in half, and Yuji would step in to finish the job.
Joren himself would be in no danger at all.
Once Yuji was gone minding his own business, perhaps Joren could even enjoy the title of “the strongest of the current era” for a while.
But now that he had landed directly in the world of Hunter x Hunter, that plan was useless.
His immediate problem was how to escape the Phantom Troupe’s attack.
“Then let’s dispense with the formalities,” Feitan continued.
As his words fell, Franklin’s fingertips split apart, revealing black openings beneath them.
At the same time, Franklin’s expression twisted into something savage, and an invisible pressure wrapped around his body.
“Die!”
Franklin’s voice echoed through the hall as Nen bullets poured from the openings in his fingertips.
This was his Nen ability:
Double Machine Gun.
The instant Franklin’s fingertips opened, Joren made his choice.
His body abruptly sank downward.
Directly beneath him lay his shadow.
The Ten Shadows Technique was not limited to summoning shikigami for battle.
It also allowed him to sink into shadows, using them to launch ambushes or evade attacks.
Weapons could even be stored inside shadows on the ground.
But as he descended, he caught sight of Feitan’s eyes opening slightly.
As expected.
He had been noticed.
Joren was not surprised.
His cursed energy allowed him to see the Nen surrounding Franklin’s body, so Nen users could likely sense that something unusual was present around him as well.
Even if cursed energy and Nen were fundamentally different forms of power.
Still, he would need to test exactly how they interacted later.
With that thought, Joren completely sank into his shadow just before the guests in front of him were torn apart by the barrage of Nen bullets.
“Interesting.”
A faint smile appeared on Feitan’s lips.
The instant Joren sank into the ground, Feitan had noticed something strange.
The reactions of the guests near Joren had also been visibly different from those elsewhere in the hall.
For a brief moment, Feitan had seen a pale bluish-white aura envelop Joren’s body.
Franklin glanced at Feitan, but his attention shifted away in the next second.
He had found another Nen user.
Amid the exploding blood, scattered limbs, and shattered bodies, Franklin saw someone instantly release a large number of puppets in an attempt to block his Nen bullets.
But the opponent was too weak.
The puppets, and the people hiding behind them—were torn apart by the barrage in an instant.
Still, that brief obstruction gave two people enough of an opening to burst through the auction hall’s doors and escape.
Unfortunately for them, someone was already waiting outside.
A strangely shaped vacuum cleaner smashed into the head of the first man to rush out of the auction hall.
With a single blow, the back of his skull burst open.
But in that same instant, a beautiful figure who had already removed her shoes and gone barefoot slipped past the two men and rushed into the corridor.
And within the shadow she cast across the floor, a pair of eyes watched Shizuku—the Phantom Troupe member holding the vacuum cleaner, as she sprang forward in pursuit.
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