Jeremy Wilson was, by all accounts, an anomaly among teenagers. At sixteen, he was a high school junior with a quiet, contemplative demeanor and an obsessive passion for manga and anime. He wasn't just a casual fan either—Jeremy was the kind of otaku who could recite the intricacies of Nen theory from Hunter x Hunter or the metaphysics of Domain Expansion in Jujutsu Kaisen with scholarly precision. His bedroom walls were lined with shelves of manga, collector's figurines, and a dual-monitor setup that alternated between anime episodes, fan theories, and combat simulations he coded himself.
Though gifted academically—acing mathematics, literature, and physics without breaking a sweat—Jeremy was socially distant. It wasn't that he couldn't make friends; he simply chose not to. The hallways of his school felt like background noise, a filler episode he didn't care to engage with. While many would assume such a person to be an easy target for bullies, Jeremy's reality was quite different. Not only was he academically sharp, but he was also a trained martial artist. His father, a former Muay Thai champion turned self-defense instructor, had begun teaching him since he could walk. Jeremy's lean yet powerful frame, agile movements, and quick reflexes ensured he was no one's victim.
He spent most of his free time reading manga, watching anime, and diving into power-scaling forums. Just last week, he had caught up on the latest chapters of Hunter x Hunter and Jujutsu Kaisen, marveling at the elegant complexity of Nen systems and cursed techniques. He fantasized endlessly about what it would be like to live in a world governed by such rules—dangerous, yes, but with the right knowledge and skill, infinitely exciting.
It was a Friday afternoon when everything began to change.
Jeremy had just left school, his backpack slung lazily over one shoulder, earbuds pumping an anime soundtrack into his ears as he strolled home. The sun was dipping behind the skyline, casting long shadows across the pavement. He was nearing a corner café, usually bustling at this hour, but today it was oddly silent. He barely registered the anomaly before he heard it—a thunderous roar and the screeching of tires.
Out of nowhere, a massive delivery truck barreled through the intersection at breakneck speed, heading directly for him. Time slowed. Jeremy's body reacted before his mind could fully process what was happening. His eyes darted around, analyzing vectors and momentum. He spotted a patio table to his right, still bolted to the sidewalk. With precise footwork, he leaped atop it, launching himself upward and forward, somersaulting over the oncoming truck. He felt the air warp around him as the vehicle slammed into the café behind him with a deafening crash.
Glass shattered. Wood splintered. Alarms screamed.
Jeremy landed fluidly on the sidewalk in a low crouch, muscles tense and breath steady. The café, thankfully, had closed early that day for renovations and was completely empty. The truck driver, however, was slumped over the wheel, unconscious and bleeding. Jeremy didn't hesitate. He called emergency services, gave a concise report to the police, and once the scene was secure, continued on his way home—though a growing unease began to gnaw at the edges of his mind.
Two blocks later, he passed a large construction site. The sun had dipped further, casting shadows between steel beams and scaffolding. Without warning, he felt it—an instinctive jolt of danger. He looked up.
A harrowing sight greeted him: several tons of steel beams and rebar plummeting from the top floor of the construction site, aimed right at him.
He dove into a roll, narrowly dodging the first impact as steel exploded against pavement. More beams followed. Jeremy flipped, spun, and weaved between them with gymnast-like precision. But one sharp length of rebar clipped his arm with brutal force. Pain screamed through his nerves as his forearm snapped. Jeremy gritted his teeth, cradling his broken arm against his chest, and broke into a sprint.
He was two miles from home. Every step sent waves of pain through his body, but adrenaline surged, pushing him forward.
Turning a sharp corner, Jeremy collided with something—or rather, someone. A hand clamped around his neck, yanking him backward into a dark alley.
"Don't move!" a voice snarled. Jeremy caught a glimpse of a disheveled man, bloodshot eyes wide with panic. An armed fugitive, cornered by approaching sirens.
"Back off or I'll blow this kid's brains out!" the man shouted, pressing the barrel of a pistol to Jeremy's head.
But Jeremy didn't freeze.
With a calculated movement, he whipped his head backward, smashing the back of his skull into the man's nose. The criminal staggered, disoriented. Jeremy spun, using his good arm to punch the man's wrist. The gun clattered to the ground. A kick to the knee followed by a hook to the jaw dropped the man cold.
Jeremy stared at him for a moment, breathing heavily. Then he bolted, unwilling to stick around for explanations.
This wasn't the first time in recent days that death had brushed against him. Strange, almost cartoonishly fatal events had been occurring—each one just barely survivable. Jeremy's rational mind could only come to one conclusion: something was actively trying to kill him.
Just a few blocks from home, Jeremy dared to believe he was safe. Then he looked up.
A roaring jet engine split the sky. An airplane—on fire—was plummeting from the clouds. Directly toward him.
"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!" he screamed.
His eyes darted for shelter. A sewer grate caught his eye. With a surge of desperation, he tore the lid off and dove into the dark void below just as the plane impacted behind him. The resulting explosion rocked the ground. Chunks of debris rained down, demolishing nearby buildings. The stench of smoke and scorched metal filled the air.
Jeremy sat in the darkness of the sewers, panting, his mind racing.'This isn't bad luck. This is divine targeting. I'm being hunted by the universe.'
After several minutes, Jeremy climbed out of the sewer and resumed his sprint home. His house—his sanctuary—was just a few blocks away.
Then came the final blow.
A truck, its headlights off, swerved from the blindside. This time, Jeremy had no warning, no miraculous dodge, no last-minute save. The vehicle struck him at full speed, flinging his body across the street.
Bones shattered. Blood sprayed. Jeremy's body lay broken—unrecognizable. Life fled from his eyes.
Jeremy's soul drifted in a formless, eternal void—an abyss without time, without space. Silence pressed in like gravity, yet his thoughts echoed louder than any scream. It was there, in that cold expanse between death and rebirth, that he met the being who called itself the God of Isekai.
He didn't look like a god at first—no golden light, no divine choir. He appeared as a tall figure cloaked in shifting cosmic robes, eyes like twin galaxies. But Jeremy instantly recognized something ancient, something omniscient. His instincts screamed that this being was not bound by the rules of reality. He was the Architect, the Programmer, the One who moved souls across worlds like chess pieces on a divine board.
"I knew it…" Jeremy muttered, his voice ringing strangely in the void. "I was being watched."
The God chuckled. It was a sound like stars collapsing and reforming.
"Clever boy. Most mortals never notice the pattern until it's far too late. But yes, Jeremy Wilson, you've been selected—drafted, if you will—to become a Reincarnator."
A window appeared in the void, displaying Jeremy's life like a highlight reel: early childhood, awkward school days, lonely anime binges at night. It was painfully ordinary.
"You lived a quiet, mostly uneventful life," the God explained. "Little karma gained, little karma lost. But reincarnation isn't given based on how special your life was—it's about what you might become. Karma points, however, are the currency of destiny. They allow you to alter the terms of your rebirth—your body, your world, your powers."
Jeremy blinked.
"So… how many do I have?"
"Not much," the God said bluntly. "You've earned 4,205 karma points in life. A drop in the cosmic bucket. But you've already been given a chance to earn more through our vetting process—The Survival Trials."
The words carried weight, like an ancient ritual shrouded in blood and fate. And suddenly, Jeremy remembered—flashes of brutal landscapes, monstrous predators, apocalyptic storms. Trial after trial, crafted to kill and evolve the soul. Each survival earned him more karma. Each death reset him to the void, stronger and smarter than before. He hadn't just passed. He had endured.
"You reached Trial 58," the God said with a note of rare admiration. "Far beyond the average. That performance alone netted you 8.9 million karma points. A new record for a first-life soul."
Jeremy's ethereal eyes widened.
"So I can choose anything?"
"Within reason. And cost."
With a thought, Jeremy brought up a cosmic interface, a HUD only visible to his soul—filled with world selections, power systems, bloodlines, abilities, timeline placements, and lore-altering variables. Initially, the God had prepared to drop him into a random anime world based on statistical preference. But Jeremy overrode the algorithm using karma. If this was his one chance to live his dream, he wasn't going to waste it.
"Hunter x Hunter," he selected. "But… I want it different."
He began crafting.
THE WORLD DESIGN
He decided he would be reborn 15 years before Gon's Hunter Exam, giving him enough time to mature, train, and influence the world. For his form, he selected Satoru Gojo, the god-tier sorcerer from Jujutsu Kaisen—his favorite character of all time. But he didn't just want to be Gojo. He wanted to reconstruct Gojo's abilities within the logic of Nen.
Six Eyes were rewritten to synergize with aura perception—granting absolute clarity and control over aura flow, reading others' nen signatures in perfect detail.
Limitless was transformed into a hybrid nen ability that manipulated space mostly through advanced Manipulation and Emission—a complex technique that few would ever even understand.
He also gave himself a Specialist ability called "Chrono Lock" which allows him to freeze time within a localized space for a few seconds linked to Nen perception and aura flow manipulation.
But Jeremy wasn't done.
He wanted family—not by blood, but by bond. So he brought others from Jujutsu Kaisen, reincarnated into the Hunter x Hunter world as his siblings, all reborn within a two-year window, all placed in the same orphanage. They would be adopted by one of the best mothers anime ever had: Sachiko Fujinuma, reimagined as a successful mangaka and nen prodigy.
"Let's give her the life she deserves," Jeremy whispered.
He placed himself as the eldest, born on January 1st, 1982, and assigned each sibling a birthday and a personalized power system adapted to the HxH world.
THE SIBLINGS
Yuki Tsukumo
Born May 14, 1983. Nen Affinity: Transmutation.
Jeremy gave her innate understanding of a Hatsu called Star Rage, a technique manipulating the conceptual mass of objects or people she touched. Her shikigami, Garuda, became a sentient Nen Beast capable of shapeshifting into various weapons, enhancing her versatility tenfold.
Hiromi Higuruma
Born February 19, 1984. Nen Affinity: Specialization.
Jeremy transformed his gavel-wielding cursed technique into Echoes of Conviction, with Judgeman as a nen beast. He added a Hatsu called Deadly Sentencing, allowing him to inflict justice-based restrictions on targets within his domain.
Kinji Hakari
Born April 18, 1984. Nen Affinity: Conjuration, turns Specialist during Jackpot.
Jeremy restructured Idle Death Gamble to grant Hakari nigh-limitless aura for 4 minutes and 11 seconds. He also gave him Crazy Slots, adapting Kite's weapon roulette as a secondary ability tied into his jackpot cycles.
Jeremy knew he couldn't just import Domain Expansions. So he rewrote Nen lore.
"Domain Expansion," Jeremy said aloud to the deity, "will be the highest form of Nen."
Thus, he introduced:
Innate Domain: the manifestation of one's soul made real via barrier techniques.
Sure-Hit Mechanics: can bypass any defense unless blocked by another domain or advanced barriers.
Barrier Arts: a newly-rediscovered branch of Nen, accessible by any user with enough talent.
He would eventually grant Domain Expansions to elite characters—Netero, Zeno, and others.
Yuta Okkotsu
Born December 29, 1984. Nen Affinity: Specialization.
Jeremy transformed Rika into a full-fledged nen beast with a one-hour manifestation window and gave Yuta Authentic Mutual Love and innate knowledge of Copy. Rika carried the original vengeful power that made her infamous.
Kokichi Muta
Born January 21, 1986. Nen Affinity: Manipulation.
Jeremy invented Nen Puppets to mirror cursed corpses. These constructs could act independently, imbued with aura and programmable functions. Kokichi's Puppet Manipulation became a Manipulation and Emission based nen ability. He was also granted a healthy body, finally free of his original-worlds curse.
(Author Note: Kokichi's system draws inspiration from Iron Man, and numerous mecha anime.)
Yuji Itadori
Born June 1, 1986. Nen Affinity: Specialization.
Yuji kept his raw superhuman strength and soul-perception. Jeremy granted him Divergent Fist and Blood Manipulation.
Megumi Fushiguro
Born November 6, 1986. Nen Affinity: Specialist leaning Conjuration.
Jeremy redefined the Ten Shadows Technique as a Conjuration and Manipulation nen ability based series of Nen Beast contracts. Each beast required a taming ritual, to bind them.
BALANCING THE WORLD
Jeremy didn't make his siblings overpowered by default. He only granted them innate knowledge. They would still need to refine, train, and awaken their Hatsu through natural growth. He ensured their Nen potential at least rivaled or exceeded Ging Freecss, but only through effort would they reach their full power.
He even tweaked existing characters:
Kurapika
Jeremy modified "Emperor's Time" to be a natural Scarlet Eyes ability, only accessible after Nen awakening. It would no longer drain his lifespan, but Jeremy ensured no Nen users existed in the Kurta Clan before Kurapika—allowing canon events to unfold.
ARMING THE WORLD
Jeremy introduced Nen Artifacts, weapons infused with aura, some created by legendary nen genius weaponsmiths and craftsmen, others sustained through post-mortem Nen. He added 1,000+ weapons from across anime and manga, most at low karma cost. But nearing the end, he realized…
He was running out of points.
He considered cutting a sibling. He even calculated the cost savings. But ultimately, he couldn't do it.
"I'd rather struggle together than succeed alone."
So instead, he spent his final points wisely:
Gave Sachiko wealth, connections, and talent.
Embedded the knowledge of key weapon locations across the world.
Left the rest up to fate.
The God of Isekai, now deeply entertained, smiled as he finalized Jeremy's blueprint.
"You've altered the world more than most. I'll throw in a few surprises of my own."
Jeremy floated toward the light—toward his new life. As he crossed the threshold, one thought rang clear in his mind:
"This time… I'll live the life worth telling stories about."