Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Using restrictions to break past the original limits of one's ability...

This wasn't something every Nen user could think of.

The brooding young man didn't understand the deeper mechanics behind this, so he naturally assumed that the target was a powerful emission-type Nen user.

After all, he had seen it with his own eyes—

That green, meteor-like Nen projectile possessed speed, power, range, and most importantly, stability.

When facing a long-range, precise emission-type Nen user, if you couldn't close the gap before they attacked, you were at risk of being played to death.

This was a typical strategic judgment.

It also indicated that the brooding young man was definitely not an emission-type or enhancement-type Nen user himself.

However, the distance between them wasn't the reason for his hesitation.

In fact, the type of Nen user he was most confident in dealing with was precisely emission-type users.

That confidence came from his Nen ability—

"Fireplace"

The young man placed his hand over his abdomen, glancing toward where Moro was hiding.

His ability "Fireplace" was a composite of conjuration and transmutation Nen types.

The ability allowed his abdominal area to transform into a fireplace containing a flickering flame.

This fireplace, conjured from his own body, could absorb any damage within a certain range of intensity.

Once absorbed, the damage was converted into fuel, causing the flame in the fireplace to grow stronger.

When the fire reached its peak, the young man's Nen capacity would increase significantly, and his body would grow hotter and stronger over time.

This was why he preferred fighting emission-type users—

He could absorb their first wave of attacks with the fireplace, turning the tide in his favor.

However, "Fireplace" wasn't invincible.

It could only absorb damage within a certain threshold, determined by the strength difference between him and his opponent.

After witnessing the destructive power of that green Nen projectile, the young man wasn't confident he could absorb an attack of that magnitude.

That was why he hesitated.

Should he press forward or wait and devise a new plan?

He remained rooted in place, unable to make a firm decision.

The car burned fiercely, its flames crackling and sending an acrid smell into the air.

The firelight illuminated the road and cast long shadows across the forest.

Moro stayed hidden within the shadows, his sharp eyes locked on the sniper's former position.

The "Shooting Star" projectile, enhanced with double power, now had a destructive force greater than an RPG blast.

Its impact point had minimal deviation—if it didn't kill the sniper outright, it would have at least gravely injured them.

Either way, the sniper's threat had been significantly weakened.

However, Moro was more concerned about other enemies aside from the sniper.

When the "Shooting Star" hit the sniper's approximate location, he distinctly sensed a sudden spike in Nen aura from nearby.

Although the aura quickly returned to normal after a second, it had already revealed the enemy's general position.

"It must be another Nen user…"

Moro's gaze swept across the forest shrouded in darkness.

That sudden surge of aura felt like it was triggered by strong emotion—

Most likely due to witnessing a comrade being attacked.

And emotions were a critical factor in a Nen battle.

The Hoshinryu school of Nen always emphasized mastering one's emotions for this exact reason.

Of course, heightened emotions didn't always weaken one's aura.

In some cases, intense emotions could even strengthen a Nen user's abilities.

But most of the time, losing control of emotions was a detriment.

Like now.

Thanks to the enemy's emotional outburst, Moro had obtained vital information in what should've been an unknown situation.

Retreat or attack?

In less than a second, Moro made his decision—

Attack! Strike hard!

This wasn't just about seizing an opportunity to grow stronger—it was about solidifying his resolve to never hesitate.

Moro believed—

If he chose to retreat now, how could he ever hope to gain the strength needed to defeat Feitan within the limited time he had left?

The strongest Nen users didn't reach their peak by playing it safe; they had all walked the razor's edge between life and death.

Only by confronting mortal danger head-on could one truly discover their limits.

The night when he ambushed and killed Pakunoda and Shalnark beneath Chrollo's watchful gaze—

That victory had been earned through sheer determination in the face of overwhelming odds.

If someone had told him beforehand:

"You've only trained in Nen for six months, but you'll assassinate two Phantom Troupe members right under Chrollo's nose."

He would've laughed out loud.

Even Moro himself would've found such a claim ridiculous.

But it had happened—he had done it.

Sometimes, you never knew how far you could go until you gave it everything you had.

And Nen—the power shaped by will—was the perfect response to such resolve.

With his mind made up, Moro shifted into combat mode.

He surveyed his surroundings.

The forest wasn't very dense, with large gaps between the trees.

In this kind of terrain, his "Shooting Star" ability was restricted.

"I need to move to open ground."

Moro's gaze flicked back to the now-quiet hillside where the sniper had been.

The trees hindered the projectile's trajectory, while open ground would expose him to any remaining snipers.

However, Moro firmly believed that the sniper was no longer a threat.

With that confidence, he stepped out of the forest and into the open.

The brooding young man's eyes widened as he watched Moro stride boldly onto the road.

"This guy…!"

The memory of that kilometer-long, meteor-like Nen projectile was still fresh in his mind.

Now he could clearly sense Moro's unwavering confidence.

No wonder Zazan had been killed…

The real problem was those incompetent idiots in charge of gathering intel.

How could they classify such a powerful Nen user as a "vulnerable target"? They had practically handed him the perfect disguise.

But… what was this guy's true goal?

Why infiltrate the transport operation disguised as a lowly "piglet" only to reveal his strength and kill Zazan midway?

Something didn't add up.

The young man's mind raced, trying to piece things together.

Then he noticed Moro's movements—

He was approaching.

"Hmm?"

The young man's expression shifted.

"Has he discovered my location?"

As Moro advanced steadily toward him, the young man found himself trapped between conflicting impulses—

His assessment of Moro's strength versus his orders from above.

The tension pulled his thoughts in two opposing directions.

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