Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

If not for the natural defensive boost granted by his Enhancement-type abilities, which reduced the damage he took even when his guard was down…

That last attack would have…

A gruesome image flashed through Pseudora's mind—himself being torn in half by the impact.

The overwhelming sense of impending death squeezed the last remnants of his fighting spirit out of him.

In.

As he decided to retreat, Pseudora realized—that human corpse hidden inside the mannequin wasn't just meant for that single strike.

That woman—

She had infused one-third, maybe even more of her aura into the headless human body, then used In to conceal it. Finally, she disguised it within a mannequin, ensuring it left no trace.

This way, she not only set up a trap, but also created a false perception—tricking him into thinking her total aura output was much lower than it actually was.

The dozens of mannequins she had controlled?

Nothing more than a diversion.

By making it seem as if she had poured all her aura into a single last-standing mannequin, she lured him into committing all his aura to offense.

Damn con artist!

Pseudora staggered to his feet, leapt over the railing, and jumped down toward the trash-filled first floor of the mall.

Live to fight another day.

Today's defeat was due to his own lack of skill.

That just meant he needed to train harder, refine his techniques, and eliminate his weaknesses—so this never happened again.

He couldn't afford to die here!

His feet slammed onto the ground below, sending echoes through the empty mall.

Ignoring the searing pain that shot through his injuries, he immediately sprinted toward the exit.

Amanda crossed her arms and watched Pseudora flee with an expression of disdain and disgust.

She was already late for Nolan's summoning.

The trap she set had been meant to eliminate Pseudora in the shortest time possible.

But even though his defensive aura had been unstable, his Enhancement mastery was far from third-rate. He had endured what should have been a fatal blow.

That was the advantage of Enhancers.

They rarely had unpredictable abilities, but in exchange, you had to deal with their sheer resilience.

Amanda silently cursed, then looked away.

She had no time to chase after him.

Besides, after that hit, Pseudora was surely fleeing as far as possible.

With a glance at her phone, she saw a message from Adams, the "Ring Finger," urging her to hurry up.

She didn't bother responding.

Instead, she focused on controlling the headless security guard's body, which had been responsible for maintaining this half-abandoned mall.

The headless body crouched down, its limbs twisting into wheels, while its spine and muscles contorted into a small chair.

Due to the vow-like constraints of her ability, If You Don't Love Me, Then Die, Amanda's puppets were absolutely obedient—since she had to personally remove their heads to control them.

This contract granted her two special abilities:

She could manipulate them freely using only her mind.

She could reshape their bodies however she wanted—as long as it involved compressing, not enlarging.

That was how she had stuffed a human body inside a mannequin earlier.

Amanda sat down on the chair, crossing her stocking-clad legs.

The headless body beneath her, now a grotesque human cart, revved up its wheel-like limbs and sped off toward the exit.

A gray car rolled to a stop in the parking lot near the reserve.

"This is the place?"

Moro lowered the window, peering at the lush green mountains in the distance.

Before Kurt could answer, Moro's gaze shifted to the entrance of the park, where a long line of tourists was waiting to have their tickets checked.

So this place was still open to the public.

Kurt followed his line of sight and confirmed Moro's guess.

"Yes."

"Oh, hiding in a nature reserve? Not a bad idea."

Moro shook his head slightly, then noticed a large map displayed near the entrance.

It outlined various trails and several warning signs about dangerous wildlife.

At the top, a massive red-marked area was labeled "No Entry."

Clearly, this was a protected area, with only a small section open for tourists.

According to Kurt's tracking ability, Nolan's hideout was somewhere in the restricted zone.

Made sense. No way Nolan would set up shop in an area where tourists were constantly passing by.

Kurt asked, "Are we going in through here?"

"That works."

Moro nodded, then pulled out a bill from his pocket.

Glancing at Kurt's neatly folded hands resting on his lap, he smirked.

"Buy two tickets, thanks."

Before Kurt could refuse, Moro placed the bill on his hand and let go.

Kurt froze, stared at the money, then clenched his fist.

This guy was making him buy the tickets?

Taking a deep breath, Kurt grabbed the cash, got out of the car, and stormed toward the ticket booth.

"Appreciate it."

Moro chuckled as he stepped out, heading directly to the entrance.

A moment later, Kurt returned, holding two tickets. Without a word, he shoved them at the ticket inspector.

The inspector glanced at them and hesitated.

"Uh… these are two adult tickets."

"?"

Moro blinked, then looked down at Kurt.

Kurt turned away, showing him the back of his head.

Moro could read his thoughts immediately.

He did that on purpose to make me lose money…

Yep. Even though the Zoldyck family forced their kids to mature quickly, they were still kids at heart.

But unlike Killua, who resisted his family's control, Kurt had learned to endure it silently—accepting his fate without complaint.

Moro asked the inspector, "Can we exchange them for the correct tickets?"

"Of course, but you'll need to return to the booth."

The inspector smiled.

Before Moro could speak, Kurt interrupted.

"No need. We're in a hurry."

"Uh…"

The inspector looked at Moro, confused.

Kurt scowled. "I bought the tickets. Why are you looking at him?"

The inspector was speechless.

Moro laughed. "Alright, let's go."

The inspector shrugged and let them through.

As they walked along the stone-paved path, Kurt muttered, "Why do I have to wear this?"

On his head, he wore a pink frog headband—which, from a distance, looked more like bear ears.

"This place is great. They saw we were in a rush and gave you a free souvenir to make up for the wasted money."

Moro admired the park's customer service.

Ignoring Kurt's dark expression, he unfolded the park map.

"Let's see… fastest way to the 'Restricted Zone'… Ah, B2 Trail."

Kurt sighed, raising a hand to yank off the headband—

But paused.

Even though Moro forced it on him, he had chosen not to reject it.

It had nothing to do with his family, and his mother wouldn't like it.

But at least…

It was something he had accepted for himself.

Silently, Kurt lowered his hand and followed Moro into the deep forest.

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