Meteor Street.

A waste dump, an abandoned place.

There are all kinds of discarded things here, whether they are objects or people, and everything you see is normal.

I've heard of this before, but Xingyan didn't know what this concept was until he saw it with his own eyes.

He once thought that the most chaotic place was the 80th District of Soul Society.

But when he really stood on the garbage dump of Meteor Street, he suddenly felt that the 80th District of the Soul was not so bad after all.

There was garbage dumped in front of them, and a group of people rushed in to search and snatch all kinds of supplies that could be used again.

It only takes a few seconds from the dumping of garbage to the casualties.

Someone found some food and was about to pick it up when someone attacked him. When he fell down, he could probably see the food being picked up...

"This is Meteor Street. Here, only the elders have the ability to make rules. Everyone else is a jungle..."

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This was not the first time that Hisoka came to Meteor Street. At this moment, he was squatting on a dilapidated roof. Beside him was Xingyan, who was wearing a white training suit.

He didn't know why Ilmi dressed Xingyan in white, but it didn't matter.

Next, Xingyan needs to survive in Meteor Street, and he needs to fully awaken his combat consciousness here.

Of course, they would not really let the child starve. The two of them would take turns to stay near Xingyan, and food would be delivered to him.

After discussing it, they decided that this would not interfere with their combat training. As long as Xingyan had enough food, drink and clean clothes, there would naturally be a bunch of people who would want to take everything away from him.

If someone comes to rob, there will be a fight, and that can give Xingyan a chance to train.

"Dad, I'm going to practice!"

Xingyan rummaged through the box that Hisoka had brought and took out two small daggers. He tried them in his hands, and after confirming the feel, he jumped down the wall.

After a few jumps and runs in the garbage dump, he merged into the crowd of people grabbing things in a blink of an eye.

When everyone was poorly clothed and hungry, a child with baby fat and wearing white clothes appeared and immediately became the target of attack by the people around him.

Meteor Street, when they are extremely hungry, they will want to eat anything.

"Killing..."

Xingyan swung the dagger in his hand and quickly controlled the movements and rhythm of this body.

The dagger slashed across, blood-colored flowers bloomed, and the small figure in white, who looked a little embarrassed at first, gradually became steady.

[Main Mission 2, Meteor Street is like this (living in Meteor Street without any injuries for two years)]

After greeting Hisoka when he first entered the world, Xingyan finally saw the second mission appear nearly a year later.

But the requirements of this mission are too tricky.

Live for two years and remain injury-free.

Fortunately, there is no limit on his telekinesis. If the strength of his body can no longer hold, he can just activate his telekinesis again.

But this body, are you sure it's just an ordinary ninja physique?

He felt that after sealing his telekinesis this time, this body was a little too strong.

Except for the body size which is still that of a four-year-old, other aspects are no less than the eight-year-old state when he was in the Ninja World. Especially the natural reactions of this body, which are exactly the same as when he left the previous world.

[The host's body will only become stronger and stronger. Although it is all reshaped by the system, it will still inherit various advantages from the previous world. It is a product of the system and there will be no quality issues.]

The system explained that body reshaping did not mean starting from scratch, and it was natural that it had the effects of his previous training.

As for whether it is too unnatural for a four-year-old to have such attributes...

This concept does not exist in the world we live in today, because humans in this world are so diverse.

'That is to say, except for my appearance, all other attributes are copied from the standards of the previous world. There are some undeveloped directions that I have never realized...'

Xing Yan seemed to understand.

In the last world, he had already integrated the techniques of Instant Body Movement, Instant Step, Ring Turn, Fei Lian Kick, and the spatial attribute he got from Huan Wu into the technique of unhindered teleportation.

Before he relied on the ability of Huanwu, his teleportation could only be used in a small combat area, but this was enough.

While thinking about his current situation, the small figure in white had already cleared a bloody area without any living people.

"He is indeed my good son. He has such a strong fighting consciousness that he doesn't need any training or stimulation. He is a natural born fighter!"

Hisoka squatted on the edge of the roof, and the playing cards in his hand tried to fly out several times, but he caught them in an instant.

Those who rushed forward didn't need his help at all.

With his eyes locked on the little white ball, Hisoka's fighting spirit had been aroused without him realizing it.

Until the crowd on the garbage dump dispersed, dozens of corpses were left behind to become the latest garbage.

"Dad, I'm hungry again."

After being picked up by Hisoka, Xingyan said aggrievedly that he had just consumed too much and his body urgently needed energy replenishment.

The most normal way to replenish energy is to eat.

"Come on, I'll take you to dinner!"

The communicator in his hand flashed, and Xi Suo left with Xing Yan in his arms, heading towards the location that had been set long ago.

After they left, a young man with a mobile phone appeared, walked to the pile of corpses, and made a record of the reasons why these people were killed and the scars on their bodies.

Afterwards, the man left and the garbage dump finally returned to peace.

In a safe zone on Meteor Street, Hisoka, dressed as a clown, walked in holding a child in white clothes, attracting some people's attention.

But now the father and son were not in the mood to pay attention to these things. They went directly to a reserved restaurant, went upstairs and walked into a private room.

In the private room, Ilmi was already waiting there.

"Not bad, no injuries. Was the first day of training difficult?"

Ilmi took Xingyan over and checked to make sure he was not injured. He stared at Xingyan with his big, lifeless eyes, expressing encouragement to the child with what he thought was a rich expression.

"The battle isn't difficult, but you'll be hungry."

Although Xingyan was not sure, after two days of getting along with him, he learned to imagine what Illumi was feeling on his own.

Now he felt that Ilmi might need a hug, so he stretched out his little hand and hugged him, then turned his attention to the food on the table.

"Not difficult? It doesn't matter. Dad will find a more difficult area for you tomorrow."

Ilmi was pleased that the child took the initiative to hold him, so he placed him next to the dining table and began to think about where in the neighborhood there was someone suitable for his son's practice.

As for Hisoka, who had a twisted smile and several crushed playing cards, he was temporarily ignored by Illumi.

Even if they made a contract, they still needed to argue about who their son liked more.