Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

The executioner's blade, also known as the beheading knife.

These knives were typically used for executions. Due to cultural differences, they sometimes featured unusual designs.

But they all shared one common trait: they were designed for decapitation.

For example, the executioner's blade currently displayed on stage, dating back to the early 13th century from Schiller, had a crescent-shaped blade with its edge facing inward. By placing the convict's neck inside the curve of the blade, a single pull could sever the head cleanly.

Despite its relatively short 50-centimeter blade, the handle of this executioner's knife extended over a meter long.

This scythe-like design seemed to symbolize human lives being as insignificant as grass. Functionally, it was entirely impractical for combat—purely a tool for execution.

To make matters worse, the blade was imbued with residual thoughts of the deceased.

Though not particularly powerful, such lingering energy was still unsettling to those sensitive to it.

Biscuit found herself curious as to why Moro was interested in this executioner's blade.

At that moment—

The auctioneer finished introducing the executioner's blade and, with a slightly excited tone, announced, "Starting bid: 50 million. The bidding begins!"

As soon as he spoke, the auction hall's lights brightened.

A bidder raised their hand, signaling with five fingers pressed together—indicating they were doubling the price.

The auctioneer turned to the bidder and called out, "Bidder 56, 100 million!"

"Bidder 71, 120 million!"

"Bidder 89, 170 million!"

"Bidder 122, 180 million!"

"Bidder 71, 230 million!"

"Bidder 122, 330 million!"

"Bidder 56, 340 million!"

The bidding escalated rapidly.

Moro hadn't even made a move yet, but he watched as the price tripled in an instant. He rubbed his forehead in disbelief.

It was just a 13th-century executioner's blade—yet so many people were bidding, throwing money around like it was nothing.

Would his budget of just over a billion be enough to buy it?

If not, he could simply note down the buyer's number and later find an opportunity to touch the blade.

That way, he could get what he wanted for free.

Speaking of free…

He wondered if the auction house's storage department was hiring.

If they were, maybe he could get a Hunter's License and create a profession specializing in warehouse management—calling it "Warehouse Manager Hunter."

As these thoughts crossed his mind—

The bidding price reached 600 million.

Moro glanced at the section of bidders still enthusiastically raising their hands, suddenly doubting his own judgment.

He knew that many people here had a collector's obsession. But still, was an executioner's blade—stained with the blood of countless victims—really worth this level of enthusiasm?

Then again, considering that even a "fossilized turd" had once been auctioned for billions, he figured nothing was surprising anymore.

As the price kept rising, he gave up on bidding, deciding instead to remember the buyer's number and look for a chance to get close to the blade later.

Before long, the price for the executioner's blade surpassed 1 billion.

Ultimately, the first bidder, No. 56, won the auction for 1.82 billion.

Moro was at a loss for words. His understanding of the sheer wealth in this world deepened.

As the next auction item was brought onto the stage, bidding resumed.

Over the following rounds, a total of thirteen items were auctioned off, but none contained the type of energy Moro was seeking.

Such artifacts imbued with "nen" were rare and could only be found by chance.

Moro patiently waited as each new item was displayed. It wasn't until the nineteenth auction item was presented that Biscuit finally placed a bid.

The item was a heart-shaped ruby, about the size of an infant's fist.

Determined to have it, Biscuit spent a staggering 8 billion to win the bid.

"Hey, don't look at me like I'm some kind of fool," Biscuit growled, noticing the way Moro was staring at her. She clenched her fist aggressively and added, "Spending money on something you love is only natural! Unlike you, a broke fool who couldn't even buy a single rusty blade!"

Moro turned away, unable to argue.

With the heart-shaped ruby now in Biscuit's possession, the next item up for auction was none other than the Greed Island game.

As expected, it was purchased by Batera for 35 billion.

Moro then watched as Batera, accompanied by Jezu Jerra and his group, immediately left the venue.

This move drew the attention of most attendees.

Clearly, this well-known tycoon had come solely for Greed Island.

With Batera's departure, the twenty-first auction item was brought onto the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on this! One of the legendary Seven Chef Knives—the Poultry Knife. Crafted from the rare Roholite mineral, it boasts extraordinary strength and durability. A masterpiece from the late 16th-century artisan, Sero…"

The auctioneer's melodic voice introduced the gleaming, blood-red knife.

Moro's attention was immediately captured.

That crimson poultry knife was wrapped in wisps of white nen, swirling like mist.

It reminded him of a boning knife he had once seen in the dense forests, wielded by a certain Gourmet Hunter. That knife, too, was made from a blood-red mineral.

Only, compared to that boning knife, the poultry knife on stage was significantly larger in both length and width.

So it was part of a series of chef knives…

Moro suddenly felt the urge to bid for it.

Not just for the nen infused in the blade—but also for its practicality.

He had personally witnessed how sharp and durable this type of knife was.

Of course,

It wasn't for cooking.

It would make for a handy weapon.

Once the auctioneer finished the introduction, bidding began.

Compared to the previous items, this chef knife received notably less enthusiasm.

Had it not been categorized as a kitchen knife, it might have attracted more attention from collectors.

Even so, the bidding eventually reached 500 million.

Moro decisively raised his hand.

"Bidder 68, 530 million!"

The auctioneer turned to him with a bright smile.

No one else raised the bid. Moro successfully won the blood-red poultry knife for 530 million.

He lowered his hand, a smirk playing on his lips.

Behind him, Biscuit leaned over the chair, watching him with interest. She muttered, "Looks like you really have a thing for nen-infused objects."

Hearing her teasing tone so close to his ear, Moro didn't deny it—he simply nodded.

"Oh~~"

Biscuit's eyes gleamed with curiosity.

As time passed, the auction gradually approached its end.

Several more nen-infused items appeared, but Moro lacked the funds to bid. He could only remember the buyers' numbers.

56, 102, 189, 254…

Four in total.

One of them was the executioner's blade, imbued with posthumous nen.

Moro got up and left his seat, leaning against the wall near the exit, silently observing the attendees below.

As the buyers began leaving, he memorized the faces of those four bidders.

Biscuit suddenly crept up beside him, adopting an exaggeratedly sneaky posture. In a low voice, she asked, "What, are you planning to rob them directly?"

It was clear she had noticed Moro memorizing the buyers' appearances.

"You're still here?"

Moro ignored her question, subtly implying she should leave.

Biscuit immediately crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me to scram?"

"???"

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