Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

This was a premeditated ambush.

As Miles was sent flying backward, he instantly realized this fact.

Although he had reacted quickly enough to block the enemy's hand blade, the follow-up nen projectile struck a relatively weak spot in his aura defense.

Once the balance between offense and defense was broken, he had to endure the resulting damage directly.

The nen projectile hit Miles hard, forcing him to cough up blood. The sharp pain contorted his face, but he gritted his teeth and fought against the dizziness threatening to overtake him. Even in this life-or-death moment as he was thrown backward, he immediately formulated a response.

"I need to bring Feitan's puppet here to disrupt their pursuit…"

With a decisive thought, Miles's eyes flashed red.

At the same time...

On the long street, the Feitan puppet, holding a thin sword, suddenly twisted and vanished in a burst of red light.

Hisoka, watching this, narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze briefly shifting toward Miles, who had been lingering defensively in the rear.

Inside the one-way passage, Miles crashed heavily onto the concrete ground, landing with a dull thud. However, the red light that had shot from his eyes had already manifested Feitan's puppet in front of him.

At that moment...

Moro strode toward Miles, casually swatting away the oncoming barrage of star-like projectiles meant only to distract him. The attack shattered into a shower of tiny light points.

But the sudden appearance of Feitan's puppet interrupted Moro's intent to press his advantage.

"A handcrafted puppet that can be summoned at will, just like a conjuration ability… I can only say, those with specialization abilities truly defy logic. My own ability is leaning toward manipulation right now, but who knows? Maybe with the right opportunity, I could evolve into a specialist too."

As he observed the newly arrived Feitan puppet, Moro inwardly marveled at the versatility of specialist abilities. He couldn't help but feel a trace of envy.

Normally, only conjured objects could possess the kind of remote, summonable functionality he was seeing now. But the inherent complexity of specialization-type nen often shattered conventional limitations like this.

Moro's gaze lingered on the puppet's hollow eyes for a moment, but any hatred from his countless death replays directed at Feitan didn't extend to this mere puppet.

Still, the fact that it was Feitan…

It seemed Miles relied heavily on Feitan's swift attack capabilities, even prioritizing this over Hisoka's movements.

Well then, this was a perfect opportunity to test out my newly developed "Starburst Convergence" ability…

Moro stopped walking, his expression calm.

The Feitan puppet remained motionless, holding its sword in a defensive stance. Its mission was to stop Moro's pursuit, but due to the limitations of its framework, it couldn't act on its own aggression, even if it carried some of Feitan's original combat instincts.

"Cough, cough…"

Miles wiped the blood dripping from his mouth as he rose unsteadily from the ground, swaying as though he might collapse at any moment.

If Hisoka hadn't destroyed the Uvogin puppet earlier, allowing him to reclaim a third of his conjured nen reserves…

He might not have survived that last attack from this bastard in front of him.

"Why… cough, cough… why are you attacking me?"

Lowering his hand to reveal bloodstained teeth, Miles glared at Moro, his eyes filled with anger.

But Moro didn't bother to answer. Instead, he suddenly released the maximum amount of his nen.

In an instant, his aura flared through every pore of his body, surging like a torrential river, radiating a sharp, tangible intensity visible to the naked eye.

The overwhelming battle intent transmitted through his aura washed over Miles like a tidal wave.

Damn bastard! Damn this bastard!

Just by sensing the surge of Moro's aura, Miles couldn't help but think of Hisoka on the other side of the battlefield.

The same. Exactly the same.

These two bastards weren't attacking him because of any grudge or enmity.

And that was precisely the most infuriating part.

It made him feel like an unlucky scapegoat struck by disaster out of nowhere!

"Kill him!"

Miles's face twisted with fury as he gave the order, his bloodstained teeth bared in a snarl.

The moment he spoke, the Feitan puppet responded immediately. With a faint sound, its figure blurred into a swift shadow, its thin sword slicing toward Moro with deadly precision.

Under the dim, flickering streetlights, the killing intent was palpable.

Moro's nen, turbulent like a rushing current, suddenly condensed. Then, with a burst, it expanded outward in a dazzling display of star-like radiance.

"Starburst Convergence."

His nen shattered into a dense array of luminous points, forming a galaxy-like sphere around him within a five-meter radius.

At the center of this stellar array, Moro stood, his body faintly glowing with a thin layer of nen that reflected the surrounding brilliance.

Feitan's puppet plunged into the sea of stars like a streak of sharp light.

In an instant, the flowing stars rippled from the disturbance, as though rudely scattered by the intrusion.

Each of the disrupted star points transmitted information with lightning speed, like a network of interconnected neurons.

The puppet's attack trajectory played out in Moro's mind as clearly as…

A chessboard with its pieces neatly laid out.

Moro's eyes flashed as he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the puppet's strike.

The Feitan puppet streaked past him but swiftly adjusted, its impressive agility allowing it to pivot mid-motion and deliver a second strike aimed at Moro's shoulder.

But Moro's focus wasn't even on the puppet. Instead, his eyes remained locked on Miles in the distance, savoring a curious sensation deep within.

What was it?

Pleasure?

No, it needed a cruder word.

Satisfaction.

This feeling was far more intense than anything he'd experienced in the Heaven's Arena.

It was like dancing on the edge of a blade, with the looming specter of death sharpening every sensation.

But he couldn't let the pressure of death disrupt his mental state…

Any emotional fluctuation would shatter the delicate balance of "Starburst Convergence."

This psychological restraint was a built-in limitation of the ability.

However, for Moro, who had endured countless death replays, this no longer posed any challenge.

In fact, the endless cycle of death was what had inspired the creation of this ability.

(Continues with Moro's ability being tested in combat.)

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