HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

A crowd had gathered, watching from a safe distance.

As regular attendees of the Yorknew Auction, they were well aware of the Shadow Beasts' infamous reputation.

So, upon witnessing this battle, they assumed it was merely the Shadow Beasts carrying out an execution order from the Ten Dons to eliminate an enemy.

However, as they continued watching, something seemed… off.

"Why are the Shadow Beasts attacking each other?"

Someone voiced the question everyone was thinking.

Indeed, this was the biggest mystery of the night.

Only seasoned Nen users like Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah (Jeits-Jez-Lah) could discern what was truly happening.

"Impressive."

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah muttered under his breath.

He had figured out that Moro had used some kind of technique to mislead Earthworm's perception.

With this single maneuver, Moro had not only nullified Earthworm's highly troublesome coordination ability—

But he had also turned the enemy's attacks against themselves.

Although Moro's Nen aura output was nothing extraordinary, and his combat technique was somewhat lacking,

His tactical prowess was exceptional.

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah now viewed Moro in a new light.

Aura strength and combat skill could be developed over time.

But tactical intelligence?

That required a lifetime of battle experience to refine—

Unless one was a natural-born strategist.

It was like playing a strategy game.

Most players had to fumble through their mistakes, learning over countless matches until they gradually developed game sense.

But a select few had an innate ability to instantly grasp the mechanics, compensating for their lack of experience with surgical precision and superior decision-making.

This was the difference between an ordinary mind and a gifted one.

And in Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah's eyes, Moro was the latter.

Inside the Black Sedan

From the back seat, Batera raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the window, where he could see Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah.

"Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah, it's rare to hear you praise someone like that."

Among all the Nen users he had recruited,

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah was the strongest by far.

Most of the others were fairly unremarkable.

They did not excite him.

So, for Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah to call this boy—someone who looked so inexperienced—

"Impressive"…?

Even Batera was intrigued.

Hearing his employer's comment, Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah nodded.

"That boy excels in certain areas. He'd be well-suited for Greed Island."

This was not an exaggeration.

One of Greed Island's core mechanics revolved around the use of spell cards, each with unique abilities and effects.

Moro's direct combat abilities might not meet the game's high-level PvP standards.

But as a support player—

He could use his exceptional tactical awareness to strategically deploy spell cards at the perfect moment.

That alone would make him an invaluable asset.

"Then invite him to join the clearing team."

Batera was always decisive.

The moment he felt interested, he acted immediately.

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah glanced at Batera, reminding him:

"Extending an offer to him may offend the Ten Dons."

Batera's expression remained unchanged.

"So what?" "If nothing else, this will be a good test of his abilities."

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah saw that Batera had already made up his mind, so he said nothing further.

Even though Moro's combat fundamentals were still developing,

Zetsu-Zetsu-Lah hoped he would accept the offer.

On the Battlefield

Poison Mosquito was seething with rage.

Once?

Fine.

But twice?!

He had already refused to let Earthworm use his underground attacks again—

Yet Earthworm still acted on his own.

And now, once again, he was the one paying the price.

His entire face burned with pain, so swollen that it was affecting his vision.

Earthworm remained silent.

His ability required team coordination.

But now that Poison Mosquito refused to cooperate,

He had no choice but to switch to a more conventional approach.

"Let's go together."

Perhaps out of guilt, Earthworm chose to lead the charge himself.

Poison Mosquito hesitated for only a moment—

But in the end, he set aside his resentment and followed after him.

Despite his frustration, he was still a reliable teammate.

Moro's Trap Had Been Set

He had been waiting for them to make this exact decision.

And the moment Earthworm abandoned his underground ambush tactics—

Moro's aura burst apart, shattering into a dazzling constellation of lights around him.

"Starlight Convergence."

Now that his victory was inevitable,

Moro stood within the brilliant nebula of floating Nen orbs,

As if standing at the center of the universe itself.

This moment felt like a chess match reaching its final move—

All he had to do was place the last piece, and the game would be over.

His heartbeat quickened.

His blood boiled with excitement.

But he had to control himself.

If he became too excited, it could destabilize his ability.

To maintain Starlight Convergence, he needed to be in a calm, rational state of mind.

Any extreme emotions—whether fear, panic, or exhilaration—

Could shatter his control over the ability.

Funnily enough—

Moro realized the biggest danger to his ability wasn't fear or panic.

It was the sheer thrill of outplaying his opponent.

The rush of setting up the perfect strategy and seeing it unfold flawlessly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the euphoria rising within him.

Meanwhile, Earthworm, seeing the glowing Nen orbs, hesitated slightly.

"He's scattering his aura outward into light particles... It doesn't seem threatening, but it must have some hidden function."

Feeling uneasy, Earthworm bent down, scooping up a handful of loose gravel from the ground.

"Spin Throw."

His super-flexible wrist rotated at impossible speeds, turning his arm into a high-speed catapult.

He prepared to launch the gravel as a ranged attack.

But the moment he raised his arm—

Moro charged forward at full speed.

"There's no way you can reach me in time!"

Earthworm hurled the gravel, the stones coated in a dense layer of Nen.

A deadly shotgun blast of sharp projectiles tore through the air—

Directly at Moro.

But at the exact same moment—

The glowing starfield around Moro expanded rapidly, engulfing Earthworm.

This was his true plan all along.

By pushing the Starlight forward,

He had turned Earthworm's attack into the final trigger for his trap.

The Final Move—Checkmate.

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