"Where am I?"
When Morin slowly opened his eyes, a slight headache lingered.
"I remember working overtime, organizing a detailed compendium of Doraemon's gadgets for my boss, and then…"
Morin tried hard to recall what had happened.
He worked for an eccentric second-generation heir who was a die-hard fan of Doraemon. Coincidentally, Morin himself was an anime enthusiast, familiar with countless iconic series. This had caught the attention of his boss, and the two had hit it off immediately.
Rather than the usual shonen series, Morin's boss was most nostalgic about Doraemon, a staple of his childhood. He had even given Morin a USB drive styled like Doraemon's 4D Pocket, asking him to sort and organize all the gadgets that appeared in the anime.
After spending an inordinate amount of time compiling the thousands of gadgets, Morin was nearing completion when his computer suddenly crashed.
The screen exploded in a brilliant flash of light, and Morin lost consciousness.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in this strange environment.
"Where… is this?"
Looking around, Morin saw mounds of garbage surrounded by a choking haze of smoke. In the distance, he could make out a barren landscape.
There were no signs of human life anywhere—not even the typical traces you'd expect in a garbage dump.
But this didn't seem to be just any ordinary junkyard.
As Morin tried to stand, he suddenly noticed something strange.
His body felt smaller as if it had shrunk. His skin was smooth and youthful, like a boy in his early teens.
"What's going on with me?"
Morin's face was filled with confusion.
Just then—
Boom!
A surge of intense light exploded in his mind, drowning out his consciousness and forcing him back to the ground.
"Gadgets… Hunter x Hunter… Nen ability…"
Muttering incoherently, Morin's vision faded to black once more.
Not long after he collapsed, a figure appeared in the distance.
Clad in a small-sized protective suit, they looked rather petite.
"A human?!"
The figure immediately noticed Morin lying on the trash heap.
"No protective suit?"
Tilting her head, she thought to herself. Anyone who collapsed here without a suit would undoubtedly be sentenced to death, their bodies riddled with radiation.
Such people were usually treated as nothing more than waste themselves.
Initially, the figure intended to leave Morin where he was.
"Huh?!"
However, she noticed something peculiar—Morin's clothing appeared to be in surprisingly good condition.
After a brief hesitation, she cautiously approached and grabbed him with her suit's equipment.
"No radiation?!"
The readings from her suit startled her. After double-checking to ensure the equipment wasn't malfunctioning, she paused for a moment, staring at Morin's now youthful and handsome face.
Initially, she had only planned to take his clothing, but now…
She quickly made up her mind.
"Ugh… my head…"
It wasn't clear how much time had passed when Morin woke again. This time, the headache was much worse than before.
Holding his head, he slowly sat up, trying to organize his thoughts and take stock of his surroundings.
He found himself lying on a rickety wooden bed in what appeared to be a house—or what little was left of one.
The house was nearly bare, with just a broken oil lamp, a tattered hammock, an old table and chair, and a few other furniture scraps.
However, the place was surprisingly clean, suggesting the owner was relatively meticulous.
Morin paid little attention to these details, though.
As his memories resurfaced, his expression grew increasingly shocked.
"I've transmigrated into the world of Hunter x Hunter!?"
Recalling the events from his memory, Morin couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
To think he had actually crossed over into another world!
It was fortunate that he had no family or attachments in his previous life—being an orphan, he had little to leave behind.
While Hunter x Hunter was his favorite anime, it was also one of the most dangerous worlds to be in.
If there were a ranking of high-risk universes, Hunter x Hunter would undoubtedly be near the top.
This world was a jungle ruled by survival of the fittest. Laws and morals meant nothing in the face of raw power, and danger lurked everywhere—from hidden threats within human society to untamed wilds filled with magical beasts and ancient ruins.
Not to mention Nen abilities, which made anything possible in this chaotic and unpredictable world.
"Thankfully, I've already awakened a Nen ability."
Recalling the fragments of memory in his mind, Morin raised his youthful hand.
A soft, white aura began to envelop his fist.
The mysterious light from his transmigration had not only rejuvenated his body to its peak for training but also opened all of his aura nodes, allowing him to awaken his Nen ability: 4D Treasure Bag.
"[4D Treasure Bag]?"
Morin sifted through the details of his ability in his mind, softly murmuring its name.
Nen Ability: [4D Treasure Bag]
Effect: Each day, a random item from Doraemon's world is drawn and stored in the bag, ready to be used at any time.
Limitations: Only one item can be drawn per day, and its quality is entirely random. The user must experiment to discover its function. Each use consumes a portion of Nen and aura. Stronger gadgets require more energy, and if the user's Nen or aura is insufficient, the gadget cannot be used.
This was Morin's Nen ability.
At first glance, it seemed simple and fair—an exchange of power for a reasonable cost.
However—
"All these gadgets are from Doraemon's world?!"
Morin's eye twitched. "Am I supposed to become Doraemon in Hunter x Hunter!?"
From everyday conveniences to large-scale destructive weapons, Doraemon's gadgets were unparalleled in versatility. Morin's extensive knowledge of these gadgets gave him a clear advantage, allowing him to anticipate their effects and potential uses.
"Never help your boss with personal favors," he muttered with a wry smile. "Or you might just end up winning a transmigration package deal."
From being transported to another world to receiving a full-body rejuvenation and even awakening a tailored Nen ability, the "service" was thorough indeed.
But Morin knew one thing for certain:
This wasn't a world where Nobita needed saving.
His 4D Treasure Bag was prepared for him alone, and he intended to make the most of it.
Alright, even if I trained my Nen to the level of Netero, it might not be enough to support the activation of such an ultimate explosive weapon.
"I should focus on improving my own strength first," Morin resolved silently.
In a dangerous world like this, strength is the only capital for survival. And the foundation of strength in this world is Nen.