HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

"Exercising…?"

Biscuit raised an eyebrow.

That was too obvious of an excuse—

or rather, he didn't even bother to come up with a proper answer.

First, he spoke insincere pleasantries with a straight face,

then followed it up with a dismissive excuse.

Clearly, the pursuit hadn't put any pressure on this kid at all.

Or… did he have some way to escape her?

Biscuit considered the possibility.

Moro, unaware of Biscuit's thoughts, maintained his calm tone—

"Now it's your turn. Why are you chasing me?"

Ah, because I want to fall in love…

This utterly meaningless lie surfaced in Biscuit's mind,

but she swallowed it back down.

She had already realized—

continuing to play the cute girl act wouldn't bring her any emotional enjoyment from this kid.

"A raw, unprocessed emerald."

Biscuit dropped her innocent-girl facade,

raised a delicate finger, and got straight to the point.

Moro's eyes flickered slightly.

"Oh, so you were after the gemstone? No wonder you chased me so persistently."

"Well, whose fault is that?

You suddenly took off running for no reason."

Biscuit lowered her finger, clenched her small fists,

and in a half-playful, half-serious tone, added—

"Besides, don't make it sound so bad.

I can afford to buy a gemstone, you know."

"Is that so?"

Now certain that Biscuit truly intended to purchase the gemstone,

Moro casually responded—

"That's too bad then. I already sold it that same day."

"Huh?"

Biscuit quickly asked,

"Who did you sell it to?"

"Aksei, an appraiser at the Nampis Auction House."

Moro pulled a business card from his pocket.

"He's a collector of unprocessed gemstones,

and he really loved that emerald.

But… if you offer the right price,

I think he might be willing to let it go."

With a flick of his finger, Moro sent the card spinning toward Biscuit.

Biscuit caught it, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"Are you reminding me not to use force?"

"Of course not. A cute young beauty like you would ne—"

"Stop!"

Biscuit cut him off immediately.

"Ugh."

She sighed, waving a hand in resignation—

"That should have been a compliment that made me happy…

but when it comes out of your mouth,

it just feels wrong.

Forget it, forget it. Don't call me that again."

Moro said nothing.

Biscuit gave him a deep, scrutinizing look,

then turned to leave, but not before adding—

"At first, I thought you had a terrible personality,

but now I see you do have some good traits—

like caring about your previous business partners."

The moment she finished speaking,

Biscuit jumped off the rooftop,

her petite figure vanishing into a sea of fluttering white laundry sheets.

The Mind of a Hunter

"You say I have a bad personality?"

Moro exhaled deeply, watching the bedsheets ripple in the wind.

From what he knew about Biscuit,

she wouldn't resort to stealing the gemstone.

That's why he had deliberately exaggerated the idea of her "stealing" it—

just to see how she would react.

Once he confirmed she genuinely intended to buy it,

he had no reservations about telling her where to find it.

Understanding a character's nature based on their original story

was proving to be a useful advantage.

Luckily, this Two-Star Treasure Hunter was still a principled person,

unlike some Hunters who would stoop to any means to achieve their goals.

Moro shook his head slightly.

During their conversation,

he had briefly considered establishing deeper ties with Biscuit.

However—

he knew his own limitations.

Unlike Gon and Killua, who were priceless gems in Biscuit's eyes,

he was… well, not.

If that meant underestimating himself, so be it.

Sometimes, knowing your own worth

helps you avoid unnecessary trouble.

At least, for now, he had left some kind of impression on her.

Waiting for the Final Auction Day

"Tomorrow is the last day of the auction."

Standing at the edge of the rooftop,

Moro gazed at the distant cityscape.

Yorknew City was a strange place—

One annual auction could generate

nearly 100 trillion Jenny in transactions,

turning it into a bustling metropolis.

Yet at the same time,

it had old, crowded slums, polluted alleyways,

and skies crisscrossed with a web of power lines.

Further out,

you could even see abandoned construction sites.

"Just one more day."

With that thought,

Moro stepped off the rooftop,

free-falling toward the ground.

Thud.

Landing lightly in an alley,

he walked toward the brightly lit main street.

As he moved closer to the city center,

the crowds grew thicker.

Blending into the sea of people,

he became just another drop in the ocean.

The Zoldycks Make Their Move

Far away—

In the midst of the bustling pedestrians,

stood a doll-like child wearing a dark purple kimono.

With perfectly cut bangs,

violet eyes,

and a paper fan resting at his lips,

he silently watched Moro disappear into the crowd.

A few white paper fragments floated gently through the air.

"Found him."

This "girl"—

was not a girl.

It was Kortopi, the fifth son of the Zoldyck Family.

A few days ago,

the Zoldyck household had received two contracts.

One was "locate the target."

The other was "assassinate the target."

For a professional assassin,

killing skills were essential—

but so was finding the target in the first place.

Kortopi's ability made him exceptionally skilled at tracking people.

Thus, he accepted the search contract,

while his older brother, Illumi, took on the assassination.

Kortopi's expression remained emotionless

as he began walking forward, the wooden sandals on his feet clacking softly.

First, he would locate the target—

Then, after reporting back…

he could decide whether to kill Moro himself.

If he succeeded,

his reward would triple.

Kortopi glided through the crowd,

completely unconcerned about losing track of his target.

Meanwhile – Heaven's Arena

In the underground corridors reserved for tournament fighters,

a lone figure walked forward.

Suddenly, he paused,

his golden eyes glinting as he looked ahead.

Leaning casually against the wall

was a tall, imposing figure.

The man smiled coldly.

"Hisoka… sorry,

but I have to kill you now."

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