Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Human trafficking, organ trade.

These phenomena are not uncommon in the world of Hunter x Hunter.

In fact, there are dedicated channels for these activities, along with information exchange websites that cater to buyers and sellers.

The countless twisted desires of buyers can all be satisfied on these platforms.

If nothing changes, Moro and the others will be treated like livestock, left for buyers to pick and choose.

Those with bad luck will have their organs harvested or be made into human sculptures or decorative dolls.

Those with slightly better luck may become someone's plaything—they may suffer physical torment, but at least they will stay alive.

Moro sat cross-legged, recalling what was about to happen.

The truck would reach the psychiatric hospital in a few hours.

As for the exact timing, Moro couldn't be sure—he only knew it would take at least two hours.

Once the truck reached its destination, there would be an attack during the "unloading" process.

At that time, most of the captives in the cages, just like him, would die in that attack.

The reason he survived was due to two things: luck—he avoided the first wave of explosions during unloading—and Melena's timely intervention, appearing as a buyer and helping the hospital fend off the attackers.

Without Melena, Moro would have probably been one of the fastest to die among the transmigrators.

Now that he faced the same crisis again, it felt like standing at a crossroads—he had to make a choice.

Should he follow the original trajectory and let Melena buy him out, or find a way to escape while the truck was still moving?

Moro's eyes flickered with indecision as memories of Kuroro and his group's ambush filled his mind. He thought about Dog Brother, who had left his store not long before, and Melena's abyss-like eyes.

But soon, Moro gathered his thoughts and made his decision.

This time, he would not rely on Melena again.

"Two hours to open my aura nodes... and if possible, to practice my Deceptive Shooting Star techniques."

Moro looked at the rusty iron bars in front of him.

Since he had decided to escape while the truck was moving, unlocking his Nen was a necessary condition.

Under normal circumstances, without the guidance of a skilled Nen user, even knowing about Nen wasn't enough to open one's aura nodes independently.

Even if someone could open their Nen nodes in a short time, mastering the basic techniques was another hurdle entirely.

Ten, Ren, Zetsu, and Hatsu—these four core techniques are the fundamentals of Nen. Most Nen users spend a great deal of time and effort practicing them.

Those stories where someone opens their Nen and masters it in a flash? In reality, such miracles rarely—if ever—happen.

Nen is an incredibly complex and profound power.

Understanding, contact, learning, application, refinement, mastery, insight, perfection...

Every stage of Nen demands an enormous amount of time and energy.

Moro thought about the monstrous talents of Gon, Killua, and the Fourth Prince of Kakin from the original story...

There couldn't possibly be so many geniuses in the real world, right?

But right now—

Moro was about to become one of them.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind quiet down as he meditated. Slowly, his consciousness sank deeper as he began to sense the flow of potential Nen energy within himself.

His six months of prior experience were invaluable in this moment.

Within just a few seconds, Moro easily detected the latent aura within his body and began channeling it to open his aura nodes.

The process went remarkably smoothly.

Under his precise control, his aura flowed through his body like a stream, touching every aura node.

It was as natural and effortless as breathing or drinking water.

One by one, the aura nodes opened, and the latent Nen began surging through his body like waves.

"Perfect."

Moro opened his eyes and looked down at his hands, glowing faintly with white aura.

The Nen surging out of him was like a wild horse, running free and untamed.

In his current state, if he didn't suppress it, his energy would be completely drained in less than ten minutes, leaving him passed out on the floor.

But for Moro, this wasn't a difficult issue.

He focused his mind and easily executed the technique of Ten—wrapping his body in his Nen and stabilizing the energy flow to prevent unnecessary depletion.

It was easier than I thought…

Moro felt reassured by how seamlessly he could open his aura nodes and use basic techniques.

Opening his aura meant that he now had control over his destiny—a weapon in his hands.

The next step was to wait for the right moment to create a distraction and force the driver to stop the truck.

Moro reached out and gripped one of the rusty bars tightly in his hand.

In the truck's cabin—

The driver was a scruffy-looking middle-aged man, who was focusing intently on navigating the bumpy mountain road.

In the passenger seat sat a young man with a buzzcut, slouched lazily in his seat as if trying to sink into the chair.

But if someone looked closely, they would notice that the young man's eyes never stayed in one place for long. He was constantly glancing between the rearview mirror and several monitor screens displaying the truck's interior.

His job was to stay alert and monitor everything.

"Huh?"

The buzzcut youth's eyes lingered on one of the screens for a moment before he let out a surprised noise.

The scruffy driver turned his head slightly at the sound.

"Something wrong?"

"…"

The buzzcut young man, Zazan, didn't answer immediately—he was staring intently at the screen.

The screen showed Moro, sitting calmly in the cage.

"How is that possible...?!"

Through the live feed, Zazan had just witnessed Moro unlock his aura nodes in mere seconds and immediately use Ten to stabilize his aura.

His eyes widened in shock. The lazy, indifferent look vanished from his face, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

Opening one's aura nodes within seconds was already a feat that defied common sense. But to immediately master Ten after opening the nodes?

It was inconceivable.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zazan would never have believed it.

As the one who had personally inspected every prisoner, Zazan knew their backgrounds thoroughly.

The scruffy driver glanced at Zazan's reaction and frowned. "Zazan, what's going on?"

"Stop the truck!"

Zazan suppressed his shock and ordered sharply.

Although confused, the driver trusted Zazan's judgment and immediately hit the brakes.

Zazan pulled a handgun from the glove compartment, tossed another to the driver, and opened the door to exit the truck without explaining further.

The driver followed after disengaging the safety on his gun, cautiously heading toward the back of the truck.

Inside the cargo hold—

Moro felt the truck come to a stop and gripped the iron bar tighter before slowly bending it apart.

Screech... creak—

The sound of bending metal drew the attention of the other prisoners.

They turned their heads toward the source—and their minds went blank in shock.