Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Facing obstacles head-on and overcoming them.

Then, seizing victory in hand.

After this battle, Moro's mindset had undergone a subtle change.

He gazed at the mansion shrouded in night but didn't rush forward. Instead, he patiently waited for Kurt to recover while allowing his latent aura to replenish.

A moment later—

Kurt struggled to get down.

Moro released his grip, letting Kurt land on his own.

The moment Kurt's feet touched the ground, he staggered and fell.

Moro simply stood by, making no move to help.

He knew Kurt neither needed nor wanted assistance.

Shakily, Kurt pushed himself up, barely managing to stand firm.

Moro glanced at him. "You good?"

"I'm fine," Kurt panted, his breath slightly ragged.

His stubbornness was on full display.

Moro examined Kurt's injuries.

Normally, for a Nen user of Kurt's age, taking this much damage should've long rendered him unconscious due to the body's pain-induced protective mechanism.

But the Zoldyck family was different.

They trained their children to possess physical endurance far beyond their years, as well as a pain tolerance that defied common sense.

No—

That wasn't entirely true.

While the Zoldycks might be unmatched, hidden corners of this world could still harbor others of similar nature.

Like the ninja clan from which Hanzo hailed.

That was also a group subjected to rigorous, hellish training from birth.

"Relax, he's not getting away."

Seeing Kurt still swaying, Moro spoke casually.

Kurt said nothing, eyes locked on the mansion.

His mission wasn't complete—Nolan still had to die.

Not bothering to persuade him otherwise, Moro stepped forward.

The two of them strode past a field of corpses and entered the mansion together.

Before long, they reached the second-floor corridor outside a study, where seven or eight armed guards stood watch.

They barely had time to raise their guns before Moro's Flying Star cut them all down.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

One after another, their bodies crumpled onto the floor in grotesque angles.

Moro expanded his En as he pushed open the double doors to the study.

Kurt followed closely behind.

Inside, an opulent desk stood before a massive bookshelf.

At the desk sat Nolan, the founder of the Menu organization.

Expressionless, he gazed at Moro and Kurt as they entered.

Moro halted at the doorway, withdrawing his En, then studied Nolan.

Nen flowed off the man like thin steam.

A Nen user.

This didn't surprise Moro.

However, the strength of Nolan's aura was weaker than expected—around Level 20 at best.

"You're not trying to escape?"

Moro's tone was calm. "I thought guys like you would be more concerned about survival."

"Concerned? No one willingly sits and waits for death, myself included."

Nolan's face remained blank as he spoke, only briefly glancing at Kurt.

Since he understood Kurt's tracking ability, he knew running was pointless.

Fleeing in a panic, only to be cut down from behind—

Or staying put and negotiating for his life—

This was his only shot at survival.

"Let's talk numbers."

Nolan's gaze locked onto Moro, voice steady. "Whatever my bounty is, I'll pay you ten times that amount to buy my life."

Moro stayed silent.

Kurt remained expressionless.

Nolan's eyes flickered slightly, though he kept his emotions in check.

"If ten times isn't enough, name your price."

"Moro."

Kurt finally spoke.

"Hm?"

Moro glanced at him.

Kurt hesitated before saying, "If it were Grandfather or Father, they wouldn't take the deal. But Illumi… he might."

Moro nodded. "Then it sounds like I would accept the offer."

Hearing this, Nolan's tense heart finally eased.

His gamble had paid off.

Even if he had to part with ten or twenty times the bounty, as long as he survived, he could rebuild everything in ten or twenty years.

He had judged the situation correctly.

If Illumi Zoldyck were standing here, there was a real chance he would take the deal.

But…

Moro wasn't Illumi.

"Three billion. Pay up, and I won't kill you."

Moro, fully embracing his fake Illumi persona, raised a finger and named his price.

Nolan's face twitched—not too much, but just enough to show calculated hesitation and pain.

He had mastered the art of playing along.

"…Alright. Deal."

Hands resting on the desk, Nolan nodded solemnly.

Moro pulled out his phone and texted Argos: "Give me a clean account."

In less than ten seconds, Argos replied with a number.

Moro recited it to Nolan.

Without hesitation, Nolan input the account into his computer and transferred three billion.

"All done."

He gestured invitingly, exuding the composure of a man who had just bought his way out of death.

Moro checked his phone.

A message from Argos popped up:

"Wow, three billion. Should I run off and retire somewhere nice?"

Moro ignored him and replied: "Do the job."

Then he put his phone away.

"Got it."

Moro nodded toward Nolan.

Then, without warning, he unleashed his full aura.

In an instant, Nolan's confidence shattered—

Replaced by disbelief and pure rage.

"THIS IS HOW YOU ZOLDYCKS OPERATE?!"

"You misunderstood something."

Moro raised his right hand, Nen sharpened into a blade, and spoke calmly:

"I'm not a Zoldyck."

"I'm just a piglet you tried to slaughter."

"What—?!"

Nolan sprang from his seat, eyes widening in shock.

Fragments of memory flashed through his mind.

Impossible.

Realization crashed over him.

"…No."

Before he could do anything, Kurt silently struck—

A paper-thin slash across Nolan's throat.

A clean, precise kill.

Nolan collapsed next to his desk, his face frozen in disbelief.

A pool of blood expanded beneath him.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

From within Nolan's suit pocket, his phone vibrated.

Moro retrieved it and glanced at the screen.

Incoming Call: Finger

He casually tossed it back onto the corpse, then approached a large painting on the wall.

"What are you doing?"

Kurt asked weakly.

Moro removed the painting, revealing an ordinary-looking wall.

Without hesitation, he stabbed his fingers into the wall and pulled away a hidden stone panel, uncovering a concealed safe.

"There."

Moro pointed at it, answering Kurt with his actions.

He had detected the safe's presence earlier when expanding his En, making this an unexpected bonus.

Dragging the safe onto the floor, Moro instinctively reached for his waist—

Only to realize he hadn't brought his Red Jade Blade.

With no other choice, he began forcibly prying the safe open with Nen-enhanced strength.

Watching this, Kurt closed his eyes in exhaustion.

First, Moro scammed three billion out of a dying man.

Then, he uncovered a secret vault.

Kurt, feeling utterly drained, muttered:

"…I'm… so tired."

As Moro finally cracked open the safe, he peered inside—

No gold. No jewels.

Just a rolled-up, aged parchment and a sealed black envelope.

He picked them up, puzzled.

The envelope's seal bore a strange eye symbol—tiny pupil, massive sclera.

Just as Moro prepared to open the letter, his phone buzzed again.

Argos: "Something's coming your way."

Then—

Thud.

Behind him, Kurt collapsed unconscious.

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