[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

Darkness, thick darkness.

The elf's shimmering emerald eyes became the only source of light in the darkness.

The place marked on the map is the altar, which is an irregular circle, and he is now in the center of the altar.

It's not night, and it's impossible for night to be without a little light.

He's imprisoned—or rather trapped—in this altar.

It's really bad, Xia Chuan rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground.

He was summoned, and someone should come to him soon, but that doesn't mean he'll just sit around and wait for someone to come—if no one comes, he'll be stuck here, waiting for the branch line Did the mission fail?

how is this possible.

He is very interested in the rewards of this branch.

The elves don't know much about the races in this world.

But the main line has given him enough information, such as migration, such as avoiding the world.

The small hermit hides in the forest, and the big hermit hides in the city.Retiring from the world is not a good idea...probably.Xia Chuan tilted his head, took a few steps forward, and approached the edge of the altar.

As a nature elf, the forest is the first thing I think of when I hear about hiding from the world.

Can use plants to hide, manipulate plants to defend and guard.

Xia Chuan leaned close to the stone wall, brushed his pointed ears lightly over some rough stone bricks, knocked on them, and frowned.

solid.

The stone bricks are neatly laid, and the air is very fresh-either there is a draft leak, or it has just experienced a long opening not long ago.

While pondering, he continued to grope along the stone bricks.

"Click." The subtle sound was especially obvious in the extremely quiet environment, not to mention the elves' extremely sensitive hearing.

—and indeed he flinched.

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment, and after confirming that it was not a supernatural event, the elf, who hadn't quite recovered from the fright, touched the stone brick that had just made a sound, and knocked on it.

He was a little surprised that the voice was no longer as dull as before.

Here, it is empty.

The stone bricks were laid neatly and tightly, not a gleam of light leaked in, let alone any holes for air leakage.

It was much better than the bad situation of knocking until it was solid. Xia Chuan took two steps back and began to rummage through the package.

He remembered that there was a bomb brought out of Chunyu's arsenal...

The high priest of the Kuruta tribe kept praying in front of the altar passed down from generation to generation in sacrificial attire.

In the sun, a child wearing the costumes worn by the Kuruta tribe for festivals knelt in front of the priest—closer to the altar than the priest, and kept chanting prayers with his tribe.

"Go, Kurapika." The priest looked at the child in front of him expectantly, "You are the child chosen by God..."

The boy seemed to tremble for a moment. He glanced back at the grandfather priest who raised him, thanked him softly, then turned around and walked towards the altar with some staggering steps.

however……

With a loud noise, the people of Kuluta looked at the entrance of the altar that collapsed suddenly, and screamed as if they had collapsed.

"Kurapika!!!" The old priest's lips trembled, and tears overflowed from his cloudy eyes.

"Altar, God of Kuluta..." People's voices stopped abruptly, and their eyes were fixed on the person who came out of the diffuse dust—maybe it was a person, holding the boy who had just walked towards the altar in his arms, walking steadily And calmly walked to a place not far from the priest to stop.

Then, he said to the priest in a low and cold tone with some impatience: "Prepare to migrate."

"God..." It wasn't just who said it first, the Kuruta people who were still kneeling around the altar bent down again, reciting prayers with a more devout attitude than before.

"..." Xia Chuan couldn't help being stared at by some fanatical eyes around him.

The child in his arms was holding on to his clothes tightly, his face was buried on his shoulders and he didn't even look up.

Helpless, he reiterated: "Prepare to migrate."

The old priest seemed to have just realized it. He wanted to get closer but stopped two meters away. He made a salute to him that he didn't understand—and then invited him to stay in the priest's house.

Xia Chuan frowned, staring at the priest with emerald eyes that looked a little scary in the sun, his tone became even more impatient, and he raised his voice: "Get up, prepare to migrate."

The Kuruta people, who were still reciting prayers, woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly got up and saluted in his direction—same as that of the priest—then hurriedly dispersed and returned to their respective homes.

Pack your bags or whatever.

Xia Chuan turned his head and glanced at the altar that had been blown into a big hole by him, with a blank expression on his face: "You should clean it up too, I'll wait for you here."

The priest glanced at Kurapika who didn't look up, nodded slightly, turned around and hurriedly left near the altar.

This is a suburban area not too far from downtown.

Collecting the intermittent messages from the plants, Xia Chuan roughly affirmed the current situation.

The priest prophesied that catastrophe would befall the Kuruta tribe.

Then there are the constant disappearance of clansmen - caught by those red-eyed guys who are known as one of the seven beauties who want to dig them out.

One by one, they disappeared.

The fighting ability of the Kuruta tribe is very strong. They seem to be a tribe favored by the gods, as they themselves said.

They are more talented than any race that is also a branch of human beings in terms of learning to read and living in the forest.

——They attribute all this to the fiery eyes that God gave them.

However, after being stunned by the red eyes of a foreigner due to negligence, this ethnic group who has been living in the suburbs and is favored by God seems to have lost the love of God, and fell into panic and fear.

Most of what they lost were children and women who were not good at mind power.

When their patriarch lost his wife and child, the patriarch, in grief and anger, left his tribe and went to the place where his wife and children had last disappeared.

Again, never came back.

The elf came back to his senses, and helplessly rubbed the beautiful golden hair of the cub who was still clutching his collar, and said helplessly, "Can you let go?"

The boy seemed to choke for a moment, and the round faces of some babies lifted up, looking at the person who was holding him...probably a person, and when they met the other's eyes, they turned away quickly, looking at the collar that was crumpled by him His face flushed: "I, I... sorry, I didn't mean it."

"It's okay." Xia Chuan put the child on the ground, and sat on the ground himself, looking at the shy pretty boy in front of him.

The nose and face were somewhat scratched—the dust from the explosion just now, stuck to sweat and tears, blurred this tender face.

The moment the elf stepped out, he saw this short figure - a huge brick was smashing towards him.

The instinct to protect the cub made him rush to protect the child, dodge the boulder quickly, and asked in a low voice whether the frightened child was from the Kuruta tribe.

After getting the conditioned affirmation from the other party, Xia Chuan picked him up and walked out of the blurred area of ​​vision of outsiders.

The people outside were dressed in the same style of clothing as the child, probably from the same clan. Everyone knelt on the ground and stared at him dumbfounded—only one old man was standing.

Probably it was someone like the patriarch, at least a worthy member of the entire clan.

So Xia Chuan went directly to him and told him bluntly: preparing to migrate.

If you want to pretend to be a magic stick, it is naturally better not to reveal too much.

Without a sense of mystery, what kind of god are you, what kind of magic stick?

"...God?" The boy looked at him timidly.

With blond hair, green eyes, pointed ears, and sickly pale skin, it doesn't look like a human being.

Xia Chuan paused: "No."

"A messenger of God?"

"Yes..." The elf suddenly stopped, saying that neither humans nor elves.The former may affect his completion of this branch, and the latter is not what he is willing to admit.

The boy's beautiful blue eyes sparkled: "Isn't God still looking after Kuruta?"

"Well, yes." Xia Chuan nodded faintly, "Your name?"

"I'm Kurapika!" The boy smiled sweetly, and looked expectantly at the envoy of God he identified in front of him: "Is migration the meaning of God?"

[Dungeon: Hunter x Hunter]

Trigger side mission ([-]): Guard Kurapika.

Mission tip: Protect Kurapika from the impending disaster.

Branch completion: 0%.

Completion reward: Kuruta Guardian Stone.

"..." Xia Chuan glanced at the task panel, ignoring the boy's question, "Age?"

"12 years old." Kurapika seemed to see that the other party didn't want to answer his question. Although he was a little sad, he still answered Xia Chuan's question obediently.

After Xia Chuan finished asking, he fell silent and flipped through the map.

The investigation dungeon is to continuously kill monsters and push a BOSS after arriving at the destination, which can be marked as completed.

It's all white.

Patted the head of the little ghost in front of him, "Is there nothing to prepare?"

Kurapika shook his head, "I live with Grandpa Faru. That is Grandpa Priest."

The elf responded, and his eyes fell on the red dot that appeared on the edge of the map.

A few white dots around him had already stopped the other party, and then—the red dot was wiped out.

Xia Chuan looked up in that direction, got up, and walked in that direction.

Kurapika hurriedly followed, staring blankly at the tall figure ahead.

When Xia Chuan arrived, a group of people gathered together, the women's faces were full of panic, the adults' comments and the noisy sound of children crying made the elf a little uncomfortable.

His appearance made the crowd gradually quiet down, and they spontaneously opened a road to let him pass.

Xia Chuan glanced at the twitching corpse on the ground, and his eyes fell on the gradually spreading outward map. Seeing the sparsely distributed red dots, he frowned.

He turned his head and urged the Kurutans who were watching him, "Hurry up."

After dispersing everyone, he knelt down and dug out the seeds given to him by the system. There were still several bags of seeds left, and scattered them shallowly along the edge of Kuruta's residence.

Plant more trees and grass in your spare time to benefit the earth and mankind.

Xia Chuan looked at the defensive wall formed by the elf trees that had grown rapidly under his sacrifice (?), in contrast to his falling MP and hunger points and fatigue points.

Hearing the movement, the Kuruta came out of the house, and looked at all this in amazement, "Kurapika, you stay here." Xia Chuan took a few steps forward, and the densely combined Elf tree gave way. A road came, revealing the lush green woods outside.

"God..."

Xia Chuan paused for this title, and wanted to support the wall a little bit.

"Stay here." He turned his head and bent slightly, patted Kurapika's head, "I'll go and deal with the outside..." He stopped, and gently rubbed the boy's soft hair, " Be here obediently."

The boy nodded, watched the elf's figure disappear, touched the place where he was pumped, and smirked twice.Then he looked worriedly towards the direction where Xia Chuan disappeared, but was blocked by the elf tree.

It will be fine, Kurapika took a deep breath, and silently recited the prayer that Kuruta passed down from generation to generation.

……

Kurapika is an orphan.

Perhaps not so—he was born on the fourth of April, a day for worshiping the gods in Kuruta custom.

It is said that when he was born, his parents were there, and he became the child chosen by the gods in the mouth of the priest.

He was favored by God from the moment he was born.

However, within a few months, his parents disappeared during an outing.

But as the god-given son of April [-]th, Kurapika is protected and doted on by the entire Kuruta tribe.

He was adopted by the highly respected priest of Faru, Kulutad, and has been extremely protected, and has grown up to this day.

Not long ago, he spent his 12th birthday with Grandpa Faro and his friends.

Kurapika didn't want to recall what the old priest said that night.

But it's not something you can forget if you don't want to think about it - he is deeply buried in Kurapika's heart, taking root, and it hurts bitingly when touched.

Faro had foreseen the current situation of the Kuruta clan with fiery red eyes a long time ago.

God's gift to Kuruta has gradually diminished, and even the old priest has not touched the spirit of God for a long time.

And at that time, Kurapika, who was born on April [-]th, became the old priest's only hope.

On the festival when Kurapika turned ten, the old priest once again received an oracle.

The catastrophe of Kuruta.

The old priest saw the burning fire, the clansmen with hollow eye sockets... and blood everywhere.

The perpetrators laughed wildly, holding the fiery red eyes belonging to the Kuruta people, and putting them into rough bottles filled with formalin.

On the night when Kurapika was 12 years old, the old priest told all this to the boy who had grown into a teenager.

Faroo, who has been haunted by this horrible nightmare for two years, is aging rapidly.

And Kurapika, who was pinned by the old man with all his hopes, was sent to the altar that is said to be able to lead to the gods just today.