Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Nolan was an ambitious man.

As the leader of a criminal syndicate, he had his hands in every industry—both those he should and shouldn't be involved in.

The now-dead Retona, known as the "Thumb," controlled smuggling and virus research.

Caleb, the "Index Finger" with dark circles under his eyes, oversaw the drug trade, from production to distribution—a full-fledged operation.

Adams, the "Ring Finger," a thin man, managed all industries related to the human body—organ trafficking, blood sales, and even the darker parts of the food industry.

Luke, the "Pinky," Nolan's adopted son, ran casinos and loan sharking.

Lastly, Amanda, the "Index Finger," specialized in fraud.

However, her flashy methods had drawn the attention of a blacklist professional hunter on the way to Nolan's mansion.

Her pursuer? Pseudora Ambisas—

A blacklist hunter currently striving for one-star status and a self-proclaimed disciplinary officer of the Hunter Association.

If Moro were here, he would immediately recognize Pseudora.

Why?

Not because Pseudora would later make waves in the Election Arc, nor because he would join forces with two other star-ranked hunters to revive the "Seirin Squad".

But because Pseudora was one of those rarely unfortunate characters in the original story.

He had debuted as a fierce martial artist, only to be unceremoniously killed off in the Election Arc—without even a full-page death scene.

Now, driven by his sense of justice, Pseudora had set his sights on Amanda, who was involved in a major fraud case.

With a criminal already proven guilty, Pseudora had no intention of negotiating.

As soon as he entered combat mode, his aura erupted like a raging tiger.

Boom.

Pseudora stomped the ground, his aura surging violently as he charged toward Amanda—who stood behind a headless mannequin.

The moment he moved, every mannequin in the dimly lit clothing store was shattered, arms and legs flying apart.

Faced with Pseudora's powerful, Enhancement-style frontal assault, Amanda merely took one step back.

Her heavily made-up face twisted into an expression of disgust.

"So clingy, so brutish… Men like you make me sick."

Before she even finished speaking, Amanda flicked her hand.

A dark red aura streaked across the store like a flash of light.

In that instant, every headless mannequin inside the shop ignited with flaming-red aura.

Only the ones already missing limbs remained motionless.

"If You Don't Love Me, Then Die"

This was Amanda's Manipulation ability.

Any entity with a complete human body—as long as she removed its head—would fall under her control.

Amanda believed that true love meant complete obedience to her will.

She did not tolerate disobedience. To her, defiance meant corrupted love.

And if someone insisted on giving her that twisted kind of love, she would simply remove their head—hoping that the headless version would finally listen properly.

Normally, such an ability should only work on living humans.

But Amanda's warped worldview had given her ability an unnatural flexibility.

To her, as long as something met her conditions, it made no difference whether it was a living person or a lifeless mannequin.

That was why she had chosen this store as her battleground.

Every headless mannequin here had already become her obedient servant.

And so—

Under the influence of Aura, the once-rigid mannequins moved like humans, their joints and limbs unnaturally flexible.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

In the blink of an eye, all the headless mannequins charged at Pseudora like crazed sprinters.

"A puppet-controlling ability…"

Seeing the mannequins swarming toward him, Pseudora remained calm—his confidence as an Enhancer unshaken.

He showed no fear, maintaining his forward charge.

One mannequin lunged first.

Pseudora simply swung his arm, shattering it into four or five pieces.

"Not that strong."

With this, Pseudora got a basic understanding of the mannequins' durability.

He guessed that Amanda had prioritized their flexibility at the cost of their strength.

A tactical mistake.

If she wanted agile puppets, she should have controlled real humans instead of choosing mannequins, which were inherently weaker.

"And that… will be your downfall!"

Like a rampaging bull, Pseudora plowed through the headless mannequins, smashing them apart one by one.

Within moments—

The entire clothing store was littered with broken mannequin parts.

Amanda stood at the back, her expression now cold and emotionless as she watched her army collapse.

Soon—

Only one mannequin remained—the one standing in front of Amanda.

The destruction of the others meant that Amanda could now concentrate all her aura on this last puppet.

"Headless. Complete body."

Pseudora glanced at the ruined mannequins around him, finally realizing Amanda's control conditions.

She needed a headless, but otherwise fully intact, body.

Now, there was only one such figure left.

Even so, to be safe, Pseudora activated Gyo and scanned the wreckage around him.

The result?

Only one mannequin—the one in front of Amanda—still had Aura attached to it.

Confirming this, Pseudora launched himself forward, closing the five-meter gap between him and Amanda.

At the same time, the last headless mannequin rushed forward to intercept him.

Pseudora's eyes flashed as he channeled Aura into his fist—then struck without hesitation.

CRACK.

With a crisp shattering sound, the mannequin's red aura dissipated instantly.

Its body crumbled into pieces.

But at that moment—

A seemingly broken mannequin near Pseudora's feet suddenly exploded open—revealing a twisted, headless human corpse dressed in a security uniform.

Its neck stump was smooth as wax, covered in a translucent gel-like layer.

And as Pseudora's punch destroyed the final mannequin, the hidden corpse suddenly launched toward him like a cannonball.

"Gah—!"

Caught off guard, Pseudora took the full force of the attack—his Aura unbalanced from focusing on offense.

Blood gushed from his mouth as he was sent flying, smashing through the store's glass window and tumbling onto the pavement outside.

Dazed, he pushed himself up with his elbow, his eyes filled with shock.

She had hidden a real human corpse inside a mannequin?!

The fake mannequin shell had blocked his Gyo, making it impossible to detect the Aura inside.

But the real danger was something else—

He had misjudged her ability.

This woman… could control both mannequins and humans.

Pseudora's face paled.

His fighting spirit drained instantly, like a tide receding.

There was only one option now.

Run.

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