Chapter 122 - My CO Stash #22 - Rising of The Isekai Mess by KillianAstar (HunterxHunterXRisingOfTheShieldHero) (1/2)
-A multi crossover fic recommended by Curiosity44~ An isekai mess indeed with Killua meeting Goblin Slayer, Hajime and Kazuma!
Sypnosis: Killua gets transported into the world of Shield Hero and proceeds to ruin its entire plot with the help of Hajime (Arifureta), Kazuma (Kono Suba) and Goblin Slayer.
Rated: M
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Chapter 1
A deceptive silence stilled the air, cloaking a figure running through darkness. Ruins, untouched for centuries, were sliced open from their black veils with a flashlight. The stench of mold and dead rodents suffocated the enclosed halls. Yet, neither the darkness, rat corpses nor the foul odors made any impact on the moving figure. Like he was used to these smells and sights. He is, after all, the prodigious child of the world's most elite assassin family. Or, more accurately, he was. Which lead to his current predicament.
”I should have just gone gambling.” Killua said to himself, using his foot to scr_a_p_e dead rats out his path. He ran the flashlight across a series of plaques. Messages from hundreds of years ago were engraved, their words of an ominous nature.
”Hmm...something about transporting to another world.” He raised an eyebrow. ”They mention nothing of nen…so I'm gonna assume that's the real culprit here. I can't believe in all good conscience that Greed Island was the first of its kind.”
”We kept it hidden at the very bottom of this temple. It was a magic too powerful to give our enemies a chance to steal!” His eyes lit up.
”Okay! Now were gettin' somewhere...” The area around him lit up, electricity crackling off him with explosive surges. 'Good thing I charged up before coming here!'
Using godspeed, he ran all the way to the bottom of the temple, leaving starry traces of excess voltage trailing where he passed. None of the traps in place even touched him, some failed to activate at all. Killua was before an iron-bolted door, at the absolute bottom miles down from the surface, in a matter of minutes. He pushed against them. The wood snapped, broke off and flew from their thick metal hinges, obviously much lighter than the multi-ton doors to his own house.
The room was circular, with an altar in the center and a book atop it, glowing faintly. A soft, golden light spread spherically around the book, blocked by rows of benches and scattered door debris, casting shadows in lieu of light. Killua walked up to the book, noting the indecipherable runes decorating its cover. The hand that drew them was talented, flares of strokes and curls brushed off the end of each symbol. The source of the glow was a single page within, shining brightly between stacks of paper.
Curiosity got the better of him, and Killua opened up to the glowing page. He could barely make out the runic scripts filling the paper edge to edge before the light blinded him. The glow intensified, bright as a sun, seeping sparkles that set the room alight.
”WHAT THE-”
In a magical flash, Killua was thus transported to another world.
When the light faded, he found himself in a strange room he didn't recognize, with a shield fastened to his arm. Glowing runes on the floor caught his attention. Gold, like the book he had just touched. His sharp eyes quickly adjusted to the light, cloaked figures fading into view beyond the brightness. They were men and women, chanting robotically in a foreign language, arms stretched with palms facing him.
'Where am I? Did they summon me the instant I opened that book?' He furrowed his eyebrows in thought. 'How did they know to start this ritual as soon as I opened that book? Do they have some sort of means of remote viewing? If they're capable of this sort of magic, it's not impossible…' At the word magic, he remembered the plaque he passed on the ruins wall.
”Hey…” He addressed the cloaked figures. Their hooded heads turned upward, only showing shadowed faces. ”Am I in another world right now?”
The person standing at the forefront removed their hood. It was an old man that fit the image of a priest. ”Yes, you are.” There was a solemn tone to his voice.