Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Three hundred years ago, the master craftsman Sero spent his entire fortune acquiring a small amount of Roro Red ore. After seven years of dedication, he forged seven kitchen knives.

Menchi was a professional Gourmet Hunter and would never mistake them for anything else.

That long, crimson crystal-like blade—there was no doubt about it. It was one of the Seven Kitchen Knives: the Fowl Knife.

This was her first time seeing one in person.

From what she had read in records and reports, her favorite among the Seven Kitchen Knives was the Fowl Knife. Its versatility perfectly matched all her needs when handling ingredients.

She never expected that coming to Tree Hollow today to pick up a recipe for a friend would give her the chance to witness this legendary blade.

"Old man, just let me take a look! It's not like it'll cost you anything!"

Menchi narrowed her eyes, her expression shifting into a pleading look, even softening her tone to sound cute.

Clearly, she and the old man were acquainted.

But the elderly man remained completely unmoved. Ignoring her attempts to sweet-talk him, he simply stood up, carried the Fowl Knife over to one of the cabinets, and carefully stored it away. At the same time, he retrieved an aged, yellowed recipe and placed it gently on the table.

"Here's your item. Take it and get lost."

Though his words were harsh, his actions as he set down the recipe were incredibly gentle.

This was simply how Tree Hollow operated when returning stored items.

Menchi pouted, knowing that the old man was a stickler for rules. She quickly gave up on the idea of touching the knife.

After sighing in disappointment, she picked up the recipe and suddenly recalled the girl in the kimono she had encountered earlier.

Judging by the timing, the Fowl Knife was most likely stored by that girl.

Her eyes gleamed at the thought.

Without hesitation, she dashed toward the stairway.

"Old man, I'm heading out!"

She even called out as she ran.

The old man frowned but didn't respond.

City Streets

A gray car moved swiftly through the traffic.

Inside the vehicle, Moro glanced at the copper token in Kurt's hand.

"If you lose that thing, does that mean you won't be able to retrieve the item?"

Having listened to Kurt's explanation earlier, he had a basic understanding of how Tree Hollow operated.

Kurt's response was indifferent. "The token serves as a claim ticket, but Tree Hollow is well aware that losing it is a possibility. As long as they can verify your identity and connection to the stored item, you can still retrieve it—even without the token."

He paused for a moment before adding, "But verification takes time. If you lose the token, getting your item back will be a hassle."

"I see," Moro nodded. Then, as if struck by an idea, he mused, "If someone used Nen to perfectly replicate the original owner's appearance, do you think they could steal an item from Tree Hollow?"

"No idea. And I have no interest in thinking about such things."

Kurt's reply was as cold as ever.

Alright then—conversation over.

Moro chuckled but didn't press further.

After a while, the car fell into silence, apart from Kurt occasionally directing Moro on which way to turn.

The city they were in was still at least four to five hours away from Nolan's current location.

If Moro were searching on his own, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But with Kurt acting as a human GPS, all he needed to do was focus on driving.

As for how Kurt was tracking Nolan, the boy had never explained, and Moro didn't bother to ask.

Even if he shamelessly pried, Kurt wouldn't spill anything.

However, Moro had his suspicions—Kurt's tracking ability was probably an advanced evolution of his paper-cutout technique, extended into a more complex form.

"Tonight, this ends."

Staring at the road ahead, Moro made up his mind.

Deep in the Mountains - Private Mansion

Inside a luxurious hall, three men sat on separate couches.

One man, slouched on a long sofa, had dark rings under his eyes and yawned repeatedly.

To his left, a thin-faced man with sharp cheekbones sat with a perpetual friendly smile on his lips.

On the right, a handsome youth flipped through a magazine filled with pin-up photos, occasionally letting out eerie cackles.

These three were the most elite Nen users under Nolan's command—the "Fingers."

The man with dark circles was Caleb Dento, ranked as the Middle Finger.

The thin-faced, smiling man was Adams Zeck, the Ring Finger.

The handsome youth reading the magazine was Luke Gambino, ranked as the Little Finger.

Among them, the weakest was already dead—Retona, the former Thumb.

And the strongest? Ironically, it was the young man Luke, the one who seemed the least serious.

He was Nolan's adopted son and had been groomed from childhood as a key player in Nolan's ambitions.

Caleb let out another yawn and muttered, "Where's Amanda?"

Amanda—the only female member of the Fingers—was ranked Index Finger.

With Retona gone, she was now the weakest in the group.

Adams adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and replied, "Half an hour ago, she reported being tailed. No word since then. Either she took care of it... or she got taken care of."

"Oh well, serves her right."

Caleb's half-lidded eyes barely showed interest as he smirked. "Scamming people can make you rich, sure—but with how high-profile she is, it's no surprise she'd attract trouble."

Adams merely chuckled, his smile unwavering.

Abandoned Shopping Mall

Inside a run-down clothing store, headless mannequins filled the space.

Some were missing arms, others had their heads knocked clean off. Every single one was dressed in tattered, dirty clothes.

"Annoying men…"

From behind a headless mannequin, a boldly dressed woman stepped out.

She was Amanda, the Index Finger, her heavily made-up face set in a glare as she fixed her eyes on the store entrance.

There, standing in the doorway, was a broad-shouldered man wearing a white trench coat. His stern features and double chin gave him a commanding presence.

Amanda's gaze remained sharp, but her voice took on a flirtatious tone.

"I'm very busy, you know? I don't have time for you, Blacklist Hunter Bushidora."

Bushidora said nothing.

Instead, he released his full Nen aura—a silent declaration of battle.

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