Author's note: Don't Own HxH or Damanchi

So this is how I die. Death by truck. How cliché. I bitterly thought to myself, as I closed my eyes waiting for the end.

"Hmm, I'm not dead yet," I said to myself, as I opened my eyes and watched the truck that was going to run me over zoom off to god knows where.

"Indeed you're not," someone said behind me. I turned to look at him and found myself looking at a stern old looking guy with red eyes. Red eyes?

"Um thank you, sir, I better get going home," I said as I did not want to get entangles with some drug addict who took so many drugs their eyes turned red.

The old man merely shook his in disappointment and snapped his fingers as a blue-ish looking box surrounded the two of us.

"So...uh," I could not say anything meaningful because whatever just happened was unnatural. I was unable to articulate my thoughts but before I could embarrass myself further the old began to speak.

"Now let us get to business, I saved your life correct?" The old man said

"Um yeah I guess, but you did it because um... the love of your fellow man?"

The man gave me a quizzical look stating that I am an idiot. I felt a beat of sweat crawl down my neck as I began to get very nervous because I was unarmed and this could do some weird magic tricks. Not card tricks I do in my spare time, but real magic.

"Look if you want money I can give 100 dollars, that's all I got, honest!" I said to the dangerous old man. Though deep down I felt a queasy feeling as I hated the idea of being extorted and losing money needlessly but to save myself then it worth it.

The old man just started laughing at me as if that was not enough "Did you really think I saved you out of the goodness of my heart or for your money? That's a good one."

"Then what do you want?" I said nervously as I tried coming up with a plan, but even then I could feel my heart pumping as I could not possibly predict what this guy will do.

"Your life."

"Ugh I'm pretty sure slavery is illegal here," I said jokingly hoping this guy was not some magical slaver from some hidden magical society like harry potter. Or hopefully, he did not mean literally.

"Nope, I just need you for an experiment-." The Old man said.

"What!-" Experiments well fuck that I'm getting out here.

"Let me finish, Your name is Jack M. Kennedy 20, you are an orphan after your parents died in an accident at the age of two. You like being alone at work, you never could get close to anyone, and because of that, you have no friends. Making you perfect for my experiment as you have no connections binding you to this world." The Old man explained.

"Okay and? wait a minute what you mean this world?" I said after realizing what he meant. This guy must have some sort of magic allowing for some sort of travel between dimensions.

"Oh looks your finally catching on. I should introduce myself, my name is Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg and I want to send you into another world and watch how your presence affects the world" He explained.

I did not want to go to another world. Those years of studying and making connections through internships and 'socializing'. I started a vending machine business that was just about to expand to another location. I had a plan for the future and I will not allow some magic guy to mess with my plan. Then I snapped.

"And why the hell would I go to another world I have spent years learning everything I need to be successful, I have made sure I was strong enough because no one was around, and I appreciate the save but I ain't going anywhere with some asshole plus the hell are you going to do to me any-" My rant ended when I realized he was face to face with me. Did my rant cause me to not notice him? I asked myself as I wondered if this weird guy was going to kill me since I insulted him. If he was then, so be it I had my pride and I will not let this man step on it further.

He merely chucked before getting serious. He then looked me in the eye and said "You are quite funny for a guy who was offering me money just a few seconds, but I would simply just plop you in front of another truck."

I was silent for a few moments before I finally replied "Really?"

"Nope, I would simply let you go and find someone else to bother." chuckled "But I have an offer you cannot refuse."

An offer I could not refuse? Money would be useful I could a rich man in another world and never have to work a day in my life, but he could give me money from this world which may be useless there.

"An offer?" I questioned.

"One you cannot refuse" He repeated

"What is it?" I answered

"Can't tell you or show you unless you agree to go, but I can tell you it is worth more than you will ever earn in this world." He smiled as if he knew what to say to get my attention.

"Well...if you are telling the truth then I guess I have to go to this world." I wore a feral smile a bit if worth all that then I can sell it and never have to work again.

"Then give me your hand." He simply asked.

And I did without even thinking about it. A life of luxury was all I wanted and if this weird magical old man can give it to me so be it.

As soon as my Hand touched his I felt the world spinning around me till everything went dark.

I opened my eyes and found myself alone in a dark room strapped to an operating table. I felt immense pain.

"I knew should have not listened to a creepy old man in an alleyway." I winced as I wanted to keel over and throw up.

"You know that creepy old man can hear you" The old man chucked.

"You!?" I grunted in frustration

"Yes, I." he smoothly replied.

"Why am I strapped to this thing" I demanded while suppressing the pain.

"Because why not?" He replied jokingly.

I turned my head towards him and said bluntly.

"The truth please."

"Well I had to held up my part of the deal and I had a friend help me with it." He answered.

They did something to me. I wanted to get angry and start yelling at them but this time I kept my cool. Showing anger is a weakness. Showing fear is a weakness. Showing your true desire is a weakness. That's how I got into this mess. I let my fear of the unknown paralyze me than my anger to let him control the conversation. Then my desire was shown to him and he took advantage of it. I closed my eyes and started my mantra in my mind. Always wear a smile, make others like you, but never get too close. That is what led me to get connections. It helped me get a full ride. It helped me progress in life. It was time to enter that mode again.

I took a deep breath "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing too much brought a specialist to temporally materialize your soul using third magic, stuck a book and a playing card in your soul, and then a little mage craft to make sure the body does not react too harshly to the modifications," he explained as if he was going through his daily routine.

"And what did the book and the card do? Why does it cause so much pain?" I asked, as I wanted to clutch my stomach and scream.

"That is for you to figure out and combining a piece of a soul with yours is not a seamless transition, but I have to ask do you know the name Chrollo or perhaps Hisoka?

When I heard to name Chrollo I envisioned a man with black hair and grey eyes. He was calm cool and collected yet so apathetic, different yet similar to my ideal self. Where he lacked a sense of self-preservation I lacked his confidence to walk so close to death and his apathy towards life and death and his ability to kill me using stolen techniques was interesting to behold. Looking through some parts of his life I began to understand why the book was important. It was his power, Bandit's Secret.

Hisoka...Hisoka...Hisoka an image of a clown with red hair and a sinister gaze popped into my mind. But this clown was far deadlier than your average circus clown. Hisoka was an enigma. A selfish battle maniac who did what he wanted. Killed whoever he wanted if he deemed them unworthy. We were both selfish but if I do not carry the same amount of bloodlust this guy has nor his questionable desires. Guess we both like card tricks but I'm not sure if I can kill people with cards though that would be an interesting trick to learn.

The Card and Book, Bandit's Secret and the playing card are made out of aura or contain aura which was the life energy from those two. Does that imply the aura contains a part of their soul or perhaps a distinct identity that can be used to see what the soul was like? I don't know. Now that I'm thinking about fusing part of the soul of two mass murders may not be ideal. But the upside could be worth it.

"I do" I simply replied.

"Good, time for you to begin your journey," Zelretch said.

"Put me to sleep first the pain is nearly unbearable," I asked without a hint of animosity even though deep I want to sock this guy.

"You're good at hiding your emotions when you try." The old man stated plainly "Very well, the world you're going to is one filled with gods and adventures. Have fun down there and make the world slightly more interesting for me to observe also be aware that splicing souls can affect your personality and body.

Darkness again, let's hope whatever he did is worth it. Wait altering my personality and body? It seems there's nothing left to do about that. Though I guess selling my soul is out of the picture as I'm rather fond of it I thought to myself wryly as I fell asleep for the second time, but this time I was ready.