Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The promotion for the Scarlet Eyes had only been ongoing for four or five days.

Moro anticipated that Kurapika, rushing to Yorknew City, likely couldn't even afford the 12 million jenny ticket.

Giving Kurapika the ticket was a way to make his trip worthwhile.

As for the ownership of the Scarlet Eyes...

Don't even think about it.

Moro would never simply give the Scarlet Eyes to Kurapika.

Even if Moro was feeling particularly generous and handed them over, Kurapika wouldn't be able to keep them with his current abilities.

There was a higher chance that the Scarlet Eyes would fall into the hands of greedy individuals, leading to a "buy one, get one free" situation for them.

After exiting the alley, Moro passed a trash can and threw the torn outer robe inside.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the auction, but the 'Menu Organization' is already aware of my movements. They might arrange a follow-up attack or even send stronger assassins."

Moro blended into the bustling crowd and then took out his phone, sending a request to Argo to investigate Nolan's whereabouts.

But the likelihood of it being rejected was high.

A moment later,

Moro received Argo's reply—just as expected, it was a firm rejection.

Argo had made it clear beforehand: he was willing to investigate the Phantom Troupe in-depth, but not the mafia, especially not someone like Nolan, who held both the position of a Ten Don and the leader of the Menu Organization.

Moro put his phone away. Argo's refusal had been expected, so it didn't disappoint him.

Moreover, information channels were not limited to just Argo. The Hunter website was undoubtedly the most convenient place for getting information.

"As long as you have money, you can buy any information you need on the Hunter website."

This was the general experience of most professional hunters with the site.

However, some pieces of information couldn't be bought, even with money.

And to use the Hunter website, you needed a Hunter License.

Moro didn't have one, and he couldn't possibly wait until the end of December to take the Hunter Exam.

But he did have two professional Hunter friends.

In the busy street,

Moro paused for a moment, then took out his phone again, sending messages to Kanzai and Sanbika.

In the world of professional Hunters, the principle was simple: you help me, I help you.

Moro put his phone away and returned to the hotel near the Nampis Auction House.

As soon as he entered the grand lobby, he heard the sounds of commotion.

The source of the noise was a large group of mafia members, all wearing black suits. They stood in pairs, chatting and smoking.

The whole lobby was filled with the choking smell of secondhand smoke.

Since the Ten Dons were behind the Nampis Auction House, the area around it was swarming with mafia members.

Moro had grown used to this and didn't pay much attention to the casual mafia members. He headed straight for the elevator.

Halfway there, the elevator doors suddenly opened, and a group of people stepped out.

More accurately, a group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses surrounded a neatly dressed old man.

Next to the old man was a tall man with sharp ears, a beard, and a face resembling the vampires often seen on TV.

Moro glanced at the old man.

It was Batera, a billionaire worth several hundred billion.

Having worked in the antique business for a year, Moro immediately recognized the old man's identity.

This year's auction would feature a set of Greed Island games as the final item, and this billionaire, who had come specifically for Greed Island, couldn't possibly miss it.

Moro shifted his gaze from Batera to the sharp-eared man.

Since he was next to Batera and shared the same sharp-eared features, it was clear that the man was a professional Hunter—Zetsu Zera.

Moro didn't stop. He passed by Batera and his group and entered the elevator.

As the elevator doors began to close, Zetsu Zera, who had already walked some distance, suddenly turned and looked back.

Inside the elevator, Moro naturally met his gaze.

Seeing this, Zetsu Zera silently averted his eyes, and the elevator doors closed behind him.

Batera, surrounded by bodyguards, seemed to sense something and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. That young man was a Nen user. I just looked at him a little longer."

Zetsu Zera explained, keeping his eyes forward.

Batera nodded slightly and said no more.

Ever since he had begun offering large sums of money to recruit Nen users to complete Greed Island, he had encountered no fewer than 800 or 1000 Nen users.

He naturally didn't care about the young Nen user he had just seen.

Inside the elevator,

Moro thought back to what he knew about Batera from the original story.

This billionaire had spent billions of jenny to buy Greed Island game equipment in an attempt to save his comatose lover. He had also offered a 500 billion jenny reward to recruit Nen users to complete the game.

Moro particularly remembered the scene where Batera bought seven sets of Greed Island equipment at the auction. To filter for competent Nen users, he had attracted nearly 200 Nen users.

It was hard to imagine how much money and effort this billionaire had invested in this endeavor.

Furthermore, Moro wondered if Batera had ever considered using the 500 billion jenny reward to find a Nen user with healing abilities.

Or perhaps Batera had already tried, but couldn't find one.

The Zoldyck family never considered making that kind of money.

Otherwise, they could have simply used the Wish Machine—a light touch of the finger, and the 500 billion would have been theirs.

It was a pity that the two worlds would never intersect.

On one side was Batera, who was willing to spend billions to save his lover, but still could not succeed.

On the other was the Zoldyck family, who could easily save Batera's lover but would never use the Wish Machine for money.

The world was sometimes strange and unreasonable.

Moro couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy.

On top of a high building,

A young man with a slanted fringe and narrow eyes stood at the edge of the rooftop, holding a telescope.

This young man, codenamed Poison Mosquito, was one of the most elite members of the Shadow Beasts, the Ten Dons' strongest squad.

"Found him."

Poison Mosquito looked at the hotel in the distance, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

At that moment, soft footsteps approached from behind.

The owner of the footsteps was a man wearing nothing but underwear, completely hairless, with a body as flexible as an earthworm.

It was another member of the Shadow Beasts—Earthworm.

"Should we wait until the auction is over to act?"

Earthworm approached Poison Mosquito and looked toward the hotel.

Poison Mosquito lifted a long finger to his cheek and said, "Let's see, but the auction is definitely more important. We can't disturb the guests, and besides… the city layout will affect your abilities, right?"

"Are you underestimating me?"

Earthworm turned his head, his eyes cold.

Poison Mosquito chuckled.

"You're still as sensitive as ever. Let me be clear—if we make our move, we cannot let the target escape."

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