Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Ten days later.

Moro arrived in the city where the Sky Arena was located.

In this world, the primary mode of long-distance transportation was airships, and their efficiency paled in comparison to planes from his previous life.

Traveling from Yorknew City to another continent across the sea took Moro a full ten days.

Luckily, the country where the Sky Arena was located had low entry requirements. Otherwise, he would have had to waste even more time.

It seemed that this nation had positioned the Sky Arena as its primary economic pillar.

Most of the tourists entering the country came for the Sky Arena.

Moro stepped into the city, and his first impression wasn't of the towering, cloud-piercing structure in the city center. Instead, it was the sheer number of people everywhere.

No matter where he looked—shops, souvenir stalls, food kiosks, or even the clothes and bags people wore—there were elements related to martial arts and fighting.

Immersed in this atmosphere, Moro immediately understood why this place was called the "Fighting Paradise."

It was no wonder that over 4,000 fighters registered at the Sky Arena every day.

That towering structure was like a pyramid built from fame and fortune, luring people to climb it at all costs.

You didn't even need to reach the top. As long as you reached a certain height, you could bask in waves of flowers and cheers.

This level of attraction was something few could resist.

As he took in the unique atmosphere of the city, Moro sighed inwardly and headed toward the city center.

The Sky Arena was a tower-shaped building that reached a height of 991 meters.

It had 251 floors, making it the fourth tallest building in the world.

Every year, over a billion spectators came to watch the matches, and ticket sales alone generated unfathomable amounts of revenue.

Moro walked purposefully to the registration area for participants.

At the moment, the registration area had a long line of people.

Moro roughly estimated that there were at least 2,000 people waiting.

Around the registration area, there was a plaza with various facilities, including statues that had become popular photo spots for tourists.

As a result, whether at the registration desk or around the surrounding areas, crowds of people gathered, forming a sea of heads.

The loud chatter from all directions filled Moro's ears, and he had no patience to wait obediently in line.

He left the queue and walked straight toward the registration desk.

As he walked, he glanced sideways at the people in line, his eyes sharp, almost like scanners inspecting streams of energy rising from the crowd.

Ordinary person, ordinary person, ordinary person...

All the way down, he didn't detect a single Nen user.

Of course, there was always the possibility that some Nen users were concealing their power to blend in with ordinary people.

But that likelihood was extremely low.

In no time, Moro reached the registration desk. Out of the 2,000 people he'd passed, not one was a Nen user.

Nen...

Despite being a power anyone could learn through training, the number of Nen users was astonishingly small compared to the world's population.

Based on this, it was likely that the Sky Arena's Nen users were concentrated above the 200th floor.

Speaking of which...

Moro stood beside the line, raising his hand to rest on his chin as he contemplated an idea.

Since even in this "Fighting Paradise" Nen users were scarce, why not become an "orchardist" and give suitable participants a "baptism"...?

In this way, he could manually "grow" Nen users.

Then, once these apples matured, he could pluck them in the arena.

As Moro contemplated this plan, the registration staff and those in line cast strange glances at him.

Moro's blatant scrutiny of the participants had already caught many people's attention.

Some hot-tempered individuals were initially eager to step out of line and teach him a lesson.

However, when their eyes met Moro's, they felt an inexplicable sense of pressure. Their instincts warned them against acting recklessly.

Ultimately, they suppressed their impulsiveness but silently remembered his face.

At the front of the line, people watched in confusion as Moro walked right up to the registration desk and stood there in deep thought.

The staff at the desk also glanced at him curiously.

Moments later—

Moro's contemplation ended. He decided that the "Orchardist Plan" was feasible and that he would consider implementing it after officially entering the tournament.

"Let's register first."

Moro raised his head and walked toward a bearded man who was filling out his registration form.

The bearded man noticed Moro's approach and instinctively tensed up, looking at him warily.

"What... do you want?"

As soon as he spoke, the bearded man realized he was overreacting.

This was the Sky Arena's registration area. No one would be foolish enough to cause trouble here, right?

Moro stopped in front of him, took out a stack of cash, and politely said, "Hello. I'd like to buy your spot for 1 million Jenny. Would you be willing?"

"Huh?"

The bearded man was stunned, his pen frozen in midair.

The registration staff remained calm and didn't urge them to hurry.

The people behind the bearded man, however, widened their eyes in shock.

1 million Jenny...

Not too much, not too little.

But at the Sky Arena, you'd need to win enough matches to reach the 100th floor to earn that kind of prize money.

The bearded man quickly regained his composure.

All he had to do was move to the back of the line—far easier than fighting through 100 floors.

"Deal."

The bearded man handed Moro the pen, took the cash, and walked straight to the back of the line without hesitation.

Moro took the pen and naturally stepped up to the registration desk.

"Welcome to the Sky Arena. Please fill out your information here."

The receptionist efficiently replaced the bearded man's form with a new one for Moro.

"Thank you."

Moro smiled at the receptionist and quickly filled out the form.

When it came to "fighting experience," he didn't make anything up—he honestly wrote "none."

In truth, he didn't have much formal combat experience. One of his goals at the Sky Arena was to gain precisely that, so there was no need to take shortcuts.

After registering, Moro headed straight to the first floor of the Sky Arena.

As a tower-shaped structure, the first floor had the largest surface area, with 16 fighting arenas set up.

Every day, participants who registered had to undergo preliminary matches here.

Moro found a random seat and sat down.

His arrival immediately drew attention from some people.

These were participants who had noticed Moro's odd behavior before registering.

They hadn't expected him to cut the line and succeed.

Moro ignored their stares and focused on watching the matches in the arena.

"Not bad—these guys have some skill."

Watching two participants exchange fierce blows on one of the stages, Moro's interest was piqued.

Aside from Nen, this world's martial artists were quite capable.

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