Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 208 Result
A few days later, Illumi met Hisoka.

On the hotel balcony, Illumi leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed.

A scrutinizing glint flashed in his dark eyes as his gaze fell upon Hisoka, whose body was wrapped in bandages.

Actually, there's no need to ask further; the answer you want to know is already obvious.

But things that need to be confirmed still need to be confirmed.

"Lost?"

he asked.

Inside the room, Hisoka was looking down as he unwrapped the bandages from his body.

Upon hearing Illumi's question, he simply gave a casual "hmm".

As the bandages on Hisoka's body were removed, Illumi's nose twitched slightly.

He was all too familiar with the unique medicinal scent emanating from the air; it was a special external wound medicine made by the Zoldyck family.

Based solely on this scent, the eldest son of the Zoldyck family immediately guessed what had happened.

Presumably, Kal't specially asked his family for the special medicine for Morro, but Morro didn't need it, which instead benefited Hisoka who went to cause trouble for Morro.

"He lost but wasn't killed."

Illumi took a medicine jar from his pocket and casually tossed it to Hisoka. "You even used our family's medicine?"

Hisoka reached out and caught the medicine pot, replying casually, "Hmm~ Are you jealous?"

Illumi completely ignored Hisoka's flippant teasing and said expressionlessly, "I'm just curious how you survived."

"About this..."

Hisoka narrowed his eyes, a sly smile spreading across his face. "If you're willing to give me a friendly price, I can tell you everything I know~~"

Illumi tapped his chin with his index finger, lowered his eyes in deep thought, and weighed the pros and cons.

Ultimately, his curiosity prevailed over his financial considerations.

"sure."

Illumi nodded in agreement to the terms of the deal.

Upon seeing this, Hisoka's lips curled into a fox-like smile.

After a while——

When Hisoka explained the reason, Illumi finally realized what was going on.

The answer to this question will naturally be revealed during the memory alteration process.

But Hisoka took advantage of his curiosity and swindled him before the official transaction.

"..."

Illumi's eyes instantly turned dead, staring intently at Hisoka.

The person involved, however, acted as if nothing had happened, skillfully applying medicine to himself with his flexible and adaptable love, as if nothing had occurred.

Illumi sighed helplessly, "Have you become this poor, Hisoka?"

"That seems to be the case~~"

Hisoka shrugged nonchalantly.

Ever since he went all in on his wallet to find Morrow, his wallet has never been full again; instead, his debt to Illumi has only grown larger.

Seeing Hisoka's nonchalant attitude, Illumi felt that he had been taken advantage of in this deal and secretly plotted how to collect more interest.

"Ok?"

Hisoka suddenly sensed something with the keenness of radar, stopped applying the medicine, and looked up at Illumi.

"Illumi, you wouldn't do anything unnecessary while 'altering memories,' would you?"

"Eh?"

Illumi looked surprised, then said seriously, "I've always been very principled when it comes to work."

Hisoka stared intently at him.

Illumi remained unfazed.

After a moment's thought, Hisoka gave a meaningful reminder: "Don't forget, your cute 'little sister' is also an accomplice."

"..."

Illumi fell silent.

It was precisely because Kurt was also involved that he felt somewhat constrained.

Otherwise, after learning the details of the deal, he did consider using this opportunity to deal with Moro.

As for Hisoka's fate...

Ok.

It's really important before you pay off your debts.

"rest assured."

Illumi solemnly promised, "Since I've accepted this deal, I'm now an accomplice. I have no reason to do anything that would harm me or my sister."

"Oh my~ What an enviable sibling bond."

Hisoka drawled out his words as he continued to slowly and methodically apply the medicine.

Illumi glanced at his insincere expression and said calmly, "I can't see a trace of envy on your face."

Before he could finish speaking, a thin needle was already between his fingers, its cold light gleaming.

"Can we start now? I'm in a hurry."

"Can you rush making money?"

Hisoka showed no intention of helping Illumi finish quickly.

Illumi didn't urge him any further, but instead gazed intently at Hisoka with his dark eyes.

I certainly wouldn't do anything that could threaten the lives of my accomplices, but...

It's not unreasonable to add interest to a string of numbers, is it?
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The top floor of the Sky Arena.

"Can that guy find a reliable manipulation-type ability user within a week?"

Inside the living room, Kurt asked with some concern.

Upon hearing this, Moro's expression became somewhat subtle.

“No problem at all, because Hisoka and your older brother are acquaintances.”

"what?"

Kal'tsit was stunned for a moment, then said incredulously, "How could Illumi be acquainted with... Hisoka!?"

"..."

Morrow seemed to be able to guess why Kurt had this reaction; he was probably shocked that his older brother could become acquainted with an abnormal person.

Regarding this question—

He can definitely give a reasonable answer.

But he couldn't say to Kurt's face, "Is it possible that your older brother is also a mentally unstable person?"

"Anyway, don't worry."

Seeing the bewildered and shocked look in Kal'ts' eyes, Moro laughed and said, "Hisoka will definitely go to Illumi for help. As long as the memory alteration is not a problem, with Hisoka's ability to cover up, it won't be difficult for him to get away with it. Besides..."

As he said this, a glint of light flashed in Moro's eyes.

“As you know, I re-marked Hisoka with a star. If the star suddenly disappears, it means we may have been exposed. With this backup plan, we can at least buy ourselves reaction time, enough to safely send you back to Kukuroo Mountain.”

Kurt was taken aback by this, then said with a hint of annoyance, "I don't need it..."

"I see."

Morrow interrupted Kurt, his expression serious. "But I care. Besides, I can't let your father down. Your family may be hoping you can grow through this 'trial,' but they hope even more that you can return safely to Kukuroo Mountain."

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly serious: "Kurt, the 'commission' should have ended by now, but because of my selfishness, I've made you continue to adventure with me. So even if you don't care, I must ensure your safety."

"You don't understand at all."

Kurt's deep purple eyes were filled with anger. After speaking, he turned around angrily and went back to his room.

Seeing this, Moro raised his finger and beckoned to his forehead.

Of course he understands.

Once this matter is clarified, it will hurt Kurt's pride.

The statement that Kalluto would be sent back to Kukuroo Mountain is essentially an expression of distrust in Kalluto's abilities.

It's not surprising that Kurt, who has always been very concerned about strength, would be angry about it. But Morrow can't justify letting Kurt face risks with him simply because Kurt doesn't care about them.

"I'll buy some sweets and cakes to apologize later."

Moro thought to himself.

within the room.

Kurt pressed his back against the door, pulled out a purple bamboo fan, and gripped it tightly with his small hands.

"What do you mean you're worried about my safety? Do you think that will make me happy? Hmph, in the end, it's just because you look down on my strength. Am I that weak...?"

As he spoke, images of Morrow and Feitan fighting flashed through Kurt's mind.

The rapid pace of the confrontation, so fast that it was almost impossible to see clearly, gradually eroded the confidence in Kurt's self-talk.

Ultimately, a person's strength depends on the opponents they face.

If he were to face an opponent like Feitan, Kalluto would find it hard to honestly admit that he was actually very strong.

"hateful!"

Kurt grew angrier the more he thought about it, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to train harder.

All I need to do is become stronger...!
With this thought in mind, Kurt immediately began his training.

The top floor room of the Sky Arena is very large, and it is entirely controlled by Morrow.

Kalpaku has his own room, and Kurapika naturally does too.

He came out of the room, and after a few days of rest, his complexion looked much better.

"Moro".

Kurapika walked into the living room, glanced at Kalmod's room, then looked at Moro on the sofa and said, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Don't always be so formal, just ask whatever you want."

Moro looked at Kurapika's face and saw that the other man's energy and spirit had recovered considerably. He thought to himself that the Zoldyck family's medicine was indeed effective.

Kurapika hesitated before saying, "I want to know... what grudge do you have against the Phantom Troupe?"

"Well, strictly speaking..."

Moro rested his cheek on his hand and replied, "I only have an irreconcilable feud with Feitan, to the point where I have to kill him, but I can't tell you why."

"Ah."

Seeing Moro's response, Kurapika decided not to pursue the matter further.

Morrow looked at him and said calmly:
"Although killing Feitan is something I must do, you were just lucky with the cemetery incident. If I had arrived even a moment later, or if Feitan hadn't had that extra thought of torturing you to death, you would have only faced death."

"Um……"

Kurapika lowered his head.

Having learned from this experience, he will inevitably be more cautious in his future actions.

Moro didn't continue to emphasize this point. He knew that with Kurapika's abilities, he would only grow even faster after learning from his mistakes.

That night.

Morrow knocked on Kurt's door with various flavored candies.

Kurt opened the door, his gaze involuntarily drawn to the sugar cookies in Morrow's hand. A glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly pursed his lips, feigning indifference: "I'm not angry. There's no need to use these childish tricks all the time."

"When I went to buy sugar cakes, I discovered that a new flavor had been released."

Moro said slowly.

Kurt's eyes lit up immediately, and he asked reflexively, "What flavor?"

Then, realizing what she had just said, she quickly turned her head away, saying, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat."

"You've been cultivating for most of the day, how could you not be hungry at all?"

Morrow glanced at Kurt's hair, which was damp with sweat.

Kurt knew his excuse was unconvincing, so he snorted and snatched the sugar biscuit from Morrow's hand, then began to eat it in large bites.

Only in front of Moro did he not need to pay attention to those etiquette and image.

Kurt ate several sugar cookies in a row and suddenly said, "I'm still angry, but I was never angry with you in the first place."

"I know."

Moro smiled and said, "Whenever you encounter something like this, you'll only get angry at yourself for not being strong enough, and then grit your teeth and train desperately."

"Then why did you deliberately try to make me angry?"

Kurt bit into a piece of sugar biscuit with what seemed like a fit of rage.

Moro said apologetically, "It was my fault, but the situation was special. Facing an opponent like the Phantom Troupe, Kaldor, your strength..."

"What about Kurapika?"

Kurt suddenly looked up, staring directly into Morrow's eyes as he questioned, "Isn't he just as weak? Yet you seem to believe he can quickly grow to a level where he can fight the Phantom Troupe."

"Kurapika is different."

Moro shook his head slightly.

Kurt suddenly found the candy in his hand tasteless, his brow furrowing: "What's the difference? You can trust him, but you can't trust me?"

"Because I made a vow that I would risk my life for, solely to avenge myself against the Phantom Troupe."

Kurapika's voice suddenly came from the shadows.

Moro turned his head and saw Kurapika slowly walking in from the dimly lit living room.

Kalluto immediately stepped forward and glared at Kurapika with a hostile expression.

Before Kurapika could say anything, Kalluto pulled Morro into the room and slammed the door shut.

Looking at the closed door, Kurapika wasn't angry, but rather a little envious of Kalluto, who could act so childishly and throw a tantrum at Moro.

He didn't actually intend to eavesdrop on Morrow and Kurt's conversation; he only stepped forward to explain after Kurt mentioned him.

He was worried that he would become the catalyst for a rift between Morrow and Kurt.

Now it seems that my worries as an outsider were unnecessary.

Kurapika paused for a moment in front of the door, then turned and left, heading towards his own room.

"crunch-"

Just as Kurapika took a few steps, he suddenly heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

Warm light spilled out like a tide, enveloping him completely.

"Hey."

Kurt stood in the doorway, holding up a sugar cookie decorated with pale green icing, and asked, "Want some of the new wasabi flavor?"

Kurapika turned around, looked at the sugar candy in Kalmod's hand, and then at Moro, who was leaning against the door frame with a smile.

"Thank you."

He hesitated before taking a step, then quickened his pace and accepted the sugar cake under Kurt's reluctant gaze.

Click.

Kurapika carefully broke off a third of the food and said softly, "This is enough. I can't eat too much."

"You said it yourself, it's not that I'm stingy!"

Kurt immediately and happily took back the remaining sugar cookie, after all, there was only one of the new flavors.

In the days that followed, Kalmod and Kurapika spent their daily training sessions in the top-floor arena, engaging in real combat training.

Her opponent is Kalista, who has become the owner of the Sky Arena.

As for Hua Shidoulang, he is still recovering from his injury.

Ten days passed in this way, and Moro suddenly received a message from Hisoka.

"Lend me some money."

A heart symbol was also attached to the end.

When Moro saw Hisoka's message asking for money, he knew that Hisoka hadn't given himself away at the Spider Gathering.

But regarding the matter of borrowing money...

Morrow replied with a message: "No money. I still owe the Zoldyck a lot of money."

Hisoka: "How much do you owe?"

Moro: "A few hundred billion, I guess."

Hisoka: "...?"

(End of this chapter)