HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

For the Mafia, vengeance was a way of life.

And Norlan Gambino embodied this principle perfectly.

Before his Menu Organization gained a foothold, it had endured countless attacks.

Now, every single person who had ever crossed him was dead—and not just them, but also their family and friends, wiped out as collateral damage.

This was Norlan's method.

So, even if it meant spending a fortune to hire an assassin from the Zoldyck family, or mobilizing the Shadow Beasts using his father's influence, he was determined to exact revenge on the two Nen users who wiped out his virus research facility in an instant.

After issuing his orders, Norlan finally felt a bit better.

However, until he saw their corpses, he still had to clean up the mess left behind by the facility's destruction.

His trusted aide immediately set out to contact the Zoldycks and deliver Norlan's orders to Earthworm and Mosquito—two Shadow Beasts who specialized in assassination.

Having worked for Norlan for years, his aide had never seen him so furious.

That same day—

Deep within Kukuroo Mountain, the Zoldyck family received two new assassination requests.

Meanwhile, in Yorknew City, as the auction season reached its peak, Napice Auction House suddenly announced the addition of a pair of Scarlet Eyes to their premium listings.

News spread like wildfire.

The World's Most Coveted Eyes

The announcement immediately caught the attention of human organ collectors.

Ever since the Kurta Clan massacre, the Scarlet Eyes had become one of the rarest treasures in existence.

Any collector with enough wealth and influence dreamed of acquiring them.

Now, with Napice suddenly auctioning a pair, it was an unbelievable surprise.

Within hours, prominent organ collectors rushed to Napice Auction House to confirm the authenticity of the item.

And once they verified it, they left with ecstatic expressions—prepared to spend fortunes to obtain them.

A Perfect Market for Scarlet Eyes

"It's been over two years since the Kurta Clan massacre… but rather than fading, the hype surrounding the Scarlet Eyes has only intensified."

Axel, a senior appraiser at Napice Auction House, called Moro to report on the situation.

"The response is overwhelming. My advice? You don't need to invest in any more promotion. But hey, if you still want to, I won't stop you from spending money."

"That won't be necessary."

Moro replied calmly as he gazed at the blue sky and drifting clouds outside his window.

The marketing campaign for the Scarlet Eyes had gone even better than expected.

Just as Axel had said, public interest in the Kurta Clan massacre hadn't faded at all.

And as of now, the Scarlet Eyes remained one of the most sought-after items among organ collectors.

After hanging up, Moro took a deep breath and began his daily training.

The airship still had a day and a half before reaching Yorknew City's Rinko Airport.

Moro wasn't about to waste a single second.

September 7th: Arrival in Yorknew City

At 7 AM, the airship landed at Rinko Airport.

Moro disembarked, hailed a taxi, and headed for Lower Street—a notorious district in Yorknew City.

Two hours later, he arrived.

Lower Street: The Hidden Gem of Yorknew

The streets were grimy, paved in black and gray stone, with few pedestrians in sight.

Along the sidewalks, small pawn shops and antique stores stood desolate, their entrances nearly abandoned.

Just as its name implied, Lower Street was the underground of Yorknew.

Filthy and rundown, it was a place where vagrants slept on the streets, and tourists avoided it at all costs.

Due to low foot traffic, most businesses here struggled to stay afloat.

Only antique shops and appraisal houses barely survived—relying on Yorknew's reputation to keep their doors open.

Moro, however, didn't immediately seek out the antique clock he was after.

Instead, he took his time, browsing through various antique stores.

For over an hour, he scoured the shops—and struck gold.

He managed to snag two valuable items:

A jade figurine carved from Beryl A rusted pirate's scimitar

The jade figurine was imbued with Nen, allowing Moro to absorb its energy into his ability.

Just like that, his Nen energy meter surged from 8% to 20%—a pleasant surprise.

Satisfied, he stuffed his finds into his backpack and headed for the antique shop at the end of the street.

The Secret of the Antique Clock

The moment he stepped inside, a small bell above the door chimed.

A young woman, her hair messy like a bird's nest, peeked up from behind the cluttered counter.

"All the prices are on the tags. No bargaining."

She said flatly, watching him with a sharp gaze.

Moro gave her a small nod before heading further into the store.

True to its chaotic atmosphere, the shop was crammed with random antiques—half of them fake, half genuine, all piled haphazardly.

He casually picked up two expensive-looking artifacts to avoid suspicion, before finally grabbing the antique clock.

It was large and heavy, made of stone and brass, with no obvious distinguishing features.

The only unique detail was the pendulum—a dull gray diamond-shaped stone.

Moro carried the three items to the counter, ready to pay.

But instead of taking the money, the young shopkeeper stared at him, eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"That clock... is there something special about it?"

Moro remained calm.

"Not really."

Without hesitation, he counted the money and placed it on the counter.

The woman accepted the cash without complaint but then pointed at the other two items, which were absurdly expensive handcrafted antiques.

"You have zero interest in these, don't you?"

Moro paused, genuinely surprised.

He hadn't expected her to see through him so easily.

In his past life, this store had been run by an old man with white hair.

He had no idea who this woman was or what her connection to him might be.

But she wasn't letting it go.

"You came here specifically for that clock. Don't bother playing dumb. The deal's done—I already took your money. Just let me satisfy my curiosity."

She smirked.

Moro sighed.

"Fine."

Without further hesitation, he ripped off the heavy gray pendulum.

Then, in front of her eyes, he crushed the stone with his fingers, revealing a flawless unheated green emerald the size of an egg.

The moment she saw the gem, the shopkeeper's pupils contracted in shock.

"Can… can I take a picture?"

Moro looked at her.

She seemed genuinely amazed—no signs of greed or deception.

He shrugged.

"Go ahead."

"Hell yeah, thanks!!"

She quickly snapped a few photos.

Moro, uninterested in further conversation, pocketed the emerald and left.

A Blog Post That Reached Two People

That night, the shopkeeper uploaded the photos to her blog, writing:

"Met a real expert today. Who would've thought that a totally ordinary antique clock was hiding a massive priceless gem?"

The blog post, riding the hype of the Yorknew Auction, quickly gained traction.

And within 24 hours, two individuals came across it—

One was the legendary Gem Hunter, Biscuit Krueger.

The other was the last survivor of the Kurta Clan… Kurapika.

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