I started with Demon Slayer, and after drawing the strongest character, I'm invincible!

Gojo Satoru stared speechlessly at Kijo. If he hadn't been too lazy to move, how could this woman have possibly managed to hug him?

Wutong watched the two figures disappear into the distance in silence. It was as if the lady was being chased, running so fast.

"Kijo, is this enlightenment?"

Silva Zoldyck looked at his wife and the boy in her arms with a serious expression. The boy had white hair and blue eyes, just like the one described in the prophetic poem passed down in the tribe.

"Anada, doesn't Go look like Killua?"

Kijuh carried Gojo Satoru to Silva and said excitedly.

"Hmm, it does look quite similar."

Silva Zoldyck nodded solemnly, though he was actually quite excited inside. This was the child from the prophetic poem.

"Kijo, put me down."

Gojo Satoru glanced around the room and realized that the entire Zoldyck family was here, except for Alluka Zoldyck.

"This is our new little brother?"

Killua curiously approached Gojo Satoru. Why had he never heard his mother and the others mention that he had a younger brother before?

"That's right, Wu is your younger brother, so everyone should take good care of his family."

Silva said in a deep voice, "This child is the hope of the Zoldyck family, and we must not allow any accidents to happen to him."

"Okay, let's eat first."

Maha Zoldyck said with a laugh, he was a short old man who looked not much taller than Gojo Satoru.

"Yes, great-grandfather."

Silpa instructed his servants to serve the dishes first, and then led his men to the dining table.

After the dishes were served, the atmosphere became a little quiet for a moment, and everyone's attention was focused on Gojo Satoru.

"Kijo, this, this, this, I want to eat."

Gojo Satoru directed Kiju to serve him food, and then he ate it with complete ease.

Of course, he didn't forget 666 either, and prepared a meal for it as well.

"Host, this food is poisoned."

While eating, 666 said to Gojo Satoru in his mind, "It's a system, and the toxins in the mission world have no effect on it."

"I know, but don't you think food tastes better with poison on it?"

Gojo Satoru was enjoying his meal immensely, while the Reversal Technique continued to repair the damage in his body.

As soon as the toxins begin to erode the body, the reversal technique begins to operate and repair, and this cycle repeats continuously.

"It seems so. How did they manage to do that? The poison not only doesn't ruin the taste of the dishes, but it actually makes them taste better."

666 thought what the host said made a lot of sense; the Zoldyck family's food did indeed have a unique flavor.

"Who knows? I'm here to eat, not to learn how to cook."

Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, "The Zoldyck family's attitude is very problematic."

Who would treat a stranger so kindly? Even if he were Killua's counterpart, Killua himself wouldn't receive this treatment.

Killua himself was sitting to the side, completely dumbfounded by Kikyo's actions.

Hmm, maybe the Zoldyck family is trying to trick him into cleaning up some mess.

His guess wasn't without reason; the Zoldyck family was too nice to him, practically worshipping him.

"Hey, have you ever trained in poisons outside?"

Killua's voice broke the silence in the restaurant, and everyone else in the restaurant quietly perked up their ears.

"What poison training? No."

Gojo Satoru has a good impression of Killua; he quite liked Killua when he first watched the anime.

"Don't you feel any discomfort in your body?"

Killua looked at Gojo Satoru with curiosity; he was very interested in this new little brother his mother had mentioned.

He felt that his younger brother was different from the rest of the family.

And his mother was actually busy taking care of him, which was really unlike her usual self.

"No, but your food is quite delicious. Can this poison improve the taste of the dishes?"

Gojo Satoru asked the question sincerely, without any hidden meaning.

"You knew there was poison in it and you still ate it... Didn't you say you hadn't received any poison training?"

Killua was a little surprised. Had the poison expired? Was it ineffective?

He took a bite of the food and felt a slight pain, but it was nothing to worry about.

The poison is still working, so how come this new brother is completely unharmed?

"Oh, it's okay, your food is delicious."

Gojo Satoru casually remarked, then directed Kiju to continue serving him food.

"Uh... thank you for the compliment?"

For a moment, Killua was at a loss for words; this was the first time someone had ever praised the food at home.

The others silently quickened their eating pace, and a moment of silence fell over the room.

"Michiki, Killua, Kalluto, you can go back to your rooms."

After the meal, Silpa told the three brothers to go back to their rooms, as they were about to discuss serious matters.

"Yes, father."

The three brothers obediently went back to their room, but Killua was quite curious about the content of their conversation.

“Wu, you might be wondering why we found you, but there’s a reason for it.”

After Silva and the other unrelated people left, they started a conversation.

"Actually, I'm not that curious. Can you tell me your purpose?"

Gojo Satoru said nonchalantly, knowing that there was no such thing as a free lunch, especially since this lunch was rigged.

They're about to start fooling him. Could it be that the Zoldycks think he's a kid and easy to fool?

“We have no ill intentions toward you; this is a prophetic poem passed down from our ancestors.”

The prophetic poem mentions your appearance; you can see that before we say anything else.

Silva handed a scroll of parchment to Gojo Satoru, which contained the prophetic poems passed down through their Zoldyck family.

Gojo Satoru took the parchment, opened it, and stared at the words on it in silence.

He never expected that he would become illiterate after coming to this world; he didn't recognize the language of the Hunter world at all!

"666, can you translate the contents of the parchment?"

As the saying goes, if you don't have the skill, you can make up for it with cheat codes. It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand; 666 can be translated.

"Sure, just wait a moment."

666 scanned the contents of the parchment and also detected text that had been specially processed and was not displayed.

"Host, there is a prophetic poem inside, the content of which is quite simple."

"It means that the Zoldyck family members were once exposed to the creatures of the Dark Continent, and that the infection was passed down in their genes."

To solve this problem, we need to find someone to help us; that person is the Zoldyck family heir's counterpart in another world.

He will appear in Meteor City, characterized by white hair and blue eyes.

That person's name is Satoru, and he will eliminate the dark creatures within the Zoldyck family's genes.

666 translated the contents of the parchment and passed it on to Gojo Satoru; the contents were roughly as described.

"666, are you sure someone isn't messing with me? You've gone into so much detail, you're practically saying it's Gojo Satoru."

Gojo Satoru was speechless; someone had definitely set him up.

"Host, there are actually a few hidden sentences above that the Zoldyck family cannot see."

666 was terrified when she saw the translated content. This really was an event that someone had specially prepared for the host.

It had a premonition that it was going to be blamed again. Couldn't this world be a little kinder to the regime?