HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

A battle.

Juez Juezla's perception of Moro had completely changed.

From Moro, he saw a terrifying potential.

Defeating the strong while being the weak was not an uncommon occurrence in Nen battles.

After all, combat effectiveness depended on various factors—such as the current physical condition, the environment, the difference in battle experience, and mental fortitude…

Sometimes, these factors were more important than Nen strength or technique.

However, in this battle Juez Juezla witnessed, none of those external factors had played a significant role.

Even more so, the two Shadow Beasts, who were in prime fighting condition and had superior aura strength, held the initial advantage when they launched their attack on Moro.

Yet despite this, Moro had achieved a complete victory against both Worm and Mosquito, even when outnumbered.

A complete victory and a hard-fought victory were two entirely different concepts.

Had he not seen it with his own eyes, it would have been unimaginable.

Standing behind Batra, Juez Juezla was trying his best to suppress his emotions, but he couldn't calm his inner turmoil.

Because this fact was simply too shocking.

Not far from him, Juez Juezla's fellow Nen users were also deeply shaken.

While watching the fight earlier, they had imagined themselves in Moro's place.

And their expected outcome? They wouldn't have even made it past Worm's burrowing ability.

"He's incredibly strong… yet contradictory."

The Nen users, dressed in yellow military uniforms, silently observed Moro's aura.

Honestly, with this level of aura strength…

If they hadn't just witnessed the battle, they would have assumed they stood a chance against Moro.

Batra had only heard Juez Juezla's evaluation of Moro, but he was unaware of the deeper, more terrifying implications behind it.

Even so, Batra still showed Moro great respect.

He stepped past Juez Juezla and approached Moro personally, extending an invitation:

"I'm Batra. I'm currently recruiting experts to clear Greed Island. The reward is 50 billion. Are you interested?"

No formalities, straight to the point.

Moro was slightly surprised. He caught a glimpse of Juez Juezla behind Batra and could sense the tension of someone acting as a temporary bodyguard.

"Not interested."

Without much thought, Moro refused outright.

Sure, Greed Island was filled with Nen users, and the presence of the Bomber trio made it an enticing hunting ground. However…

The existence of spell cards introduced too many variables to combat.

For improving his abilities, that place was far from ideal.

Seeing how decisively Moro rejected him, Batra knew that further persuasion would be meaningless.

Recalling Juez Juezla's earlier assessment, Batra couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Here's my card. If you change your mind, contact me anytime."

Not willing to give up so easily, Batra handed over a business card.

Moro hesitated for a moment but still accepted it, casually slipping it into his pocket.

Seeing Moro accept the card, Batra placed a hand over his chest and gave a slight nod.

"I hope we'll meet again."

With that, Batra turned and left, passing by Juez Juezla and heading toward the car parked on the roadside.

Juez Juezla glanced at Moro before quickly following Batra.

Moro only gave them a brief look before turning his gaze toward the wilderness.

That road behind him was the only route from Yorknew to Lingon Airport.

However, the sudden attack by the Shadow Beasts had forced him to change his travel plans. There was no need to take that road anymore.

"I'll go find Kalluto directly."

As he walked across the desolate landscape, Moro muttered to himself and took out his phone, sending the name and license plate of the taxi driver to Argo.

He recalled the talkative driver who had endlessly chatted about his family. Although he often complained about the burdens of being the sole breadwinner, the unintentional happiness in his words was unmistakable.

Moro could only offer silent apologies for the driver's misfortune and instructed Argo to transfer a sum of money to the driver's family, enough to secure their future.

If Axley, a former acquaintance from his past life, knew about this, he would probably mock him.

But Moro didn't care about others' opinions. He simply sought peace of mind in his actions.

Putting away his phone, Moro veered off the road, stepping onto a barren expanse of land.

Around him, towering red rock mountains stood alongside withered grass patches.

Moro effortlessly climbed to the peak of one of the rocky formations and extended his hand, palm facing up.

With a mere thought, the aura gathered in his palm flowed like water, eventually stabilizing into a disc shape.

"Flying Star."

Moro flipped his hand.

The disc-shaped Flying Star dropped to the ground.

He stepped onto it.

In an instant, the stable, disc-like Flying Star was pulled by an unseen force, suddenly soaring into the sky.

"Looks like he's on an airship."

Seated on the Flying Star, Moro stabilized himself with Nen.

If the Flying Star was ascending, it meant Kalluto was most likely aboard an airship.

But he had no idea when Kalluto had boarded the ship or where it was currently flying.

Moro could sense whether his "Star Mark" was still on the target, but he couldn't precisely determine their location or the distance between them.

Above the Clouds

An airship cruised steadily through the night sky.

Inside a VIP cabin.

Kalluto was awake.

Or rather, he didn't require much sleep.

This was part of the Zoldyck family's training philosophy.

After all, this was a family capable of subjecting newborns to electric shocks.

Kalluto had long since adapted to such things.

"Ren."

Closing his eyes, Kalluto focused on releasing his aura to its maximum extent.

Not strong enough. He needed to work harder…

Unbidden, an image of Moro flashed through his mind.

The Nen surging around him wavered.

Kalluto slowly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed.

His stubbornness kept him from giving up under the family's hellish training.

But it also became a form of self-inflicted torment.

Losing to Moro yesterday—and being spared like some act of charity—had been a huge blow.

Even after a full day, it still haunted him, affecting his training.

"Just you wait!"

Kalluto clenched his fists, then gradually relaxed them, taking a deep breath to steady his mind.

Through relentless training, he would finally gain the strength to trample Moro underfoot.

Kalluto pictured the scene.

Him standing over Moro, a paper fan covering his face, looking down at Moro's humiliated and defeated expression.

Then, he would sneer:

"Relax, I have no interest in squashing a mere insect."

Heh heh heh…

Kalluto grinned, his tense brows loosening. A wave of renewed motivation surged through him.

This wasn't a fantasy!

This was a certainty!

As long as he became stronger, he could make it happen!

Kalluto suddenly felt energized, ready to train for several more hours!

Outside the circular cabin window.

Moro crouched on the ledge, watching Kalluto cycle through frowning, clenching his teeth, grinning in satisfaction, and muttering about "not squashing bugs."

"...Is this… some kind of special training method?"

Moro's expression was odd as he observed Kalluto's aura shift from chaotic to steadily controlled.

He glanced at the slightly open window, hesitating.

He had planned to enter directly, but now he didn't want to interrupt.

For now, he would just wait.

Inside the cabin.

Kalluto's confidence was fully restored.

"Moro!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, ready to declare:

"You just wait!"

But before he could say anything, a familiar male voice spoke from the window:

"What is it?"

"?"

"!"

"Σ(°△°|||)"

Kalluto turned to see Moro, casually crouched outside the window.

His expression shifted from confusion to shock to sheer panic—within a second.

"Y-You… YOU…?!"

Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine the very person he had been mentally tormenting would suddenly appear out of thin air.

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