Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 391 Okay, you do me a favor first.
Hisoka is this guy...

He firmly believed he was the strongest, yet he considered himself utterly ordinary.

Despite this seemingly contradictory self-perception, Hisoka's pursuit remains pure and unwavering.

What he was obsessed with was the passionate collision that reached the very soul during the battle.

However, he had no interest in unusual adversaries like the Warcraft Chimera Ant.

No matter how powerful they are, they can hardly truly move him.

He also lacked enthusiasm for teamwork, one could even say...

That didn't excite him at all.

What he has always wanted is one-on-one combat with humans, a fight where everything is at stake.

So, just a few days ago, Hisoka felt that the time was ripe again and the idea of ​​going to find Moro once more welled up in his mind.

Unexpectedly, this time he easily got in touch with the other party.

Moro quickly sent him a meeting address.

A peculiar country called East Godot, and the address of its train station that was only finalized yesterday.

Despite the crowds in the station, Hisoka immediately recognized Moro, who had not only altered his appearance and physique but also skillfully disguised the flow of his Nen.

He suppressed his inner turmoil, walked through the crowd boarding the train, and came closer.

The moment Hisoka heard the girl address Moro, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It's like seeing through the opponent's hidden joker card at a glance.

Even something quite difficult, fueled by his narcissistic nature, could evoke pleasure in him.

He didn't even care that Moreau had once again misused his name.

After all, this little thing was insignificant in the face of the impending battle that would satisfy all his desires.

"You have a pretty good nose."

Hearing the familiar voice behind him, Moro turned around and saw Hisoka without any disguise.

Anyone who enters East Godot can clearly sense that the country is going through a very difficult time.

Logically speaking, foreigners like Hisoka who smuggle themselves into the country for convenience would at least disguise themselves to avoid unnecessary trouble.

But Hisoka made no attempt to hide it.

He still wore exaggerated teardrop makeup and styled his hair in an eye-catching, flamboyant way.

The waistband of the top is particularly eye-catching.

His unconventional approach is very typical of Hisoka.

Hearing Moro's comments, Hisoka didn't care. He just smiled and asked, "Can you change your appearance back? It feels better that way."

"..."

Moro paused for a moment, not wanting to reveal his true face in such a crowded and intriguing place.

Even if we were in a different place, I wouldn't bother to meet Hisoka's demands.

But then he thought that Hisoka might have to be a slave again, so he felt that it wasn't a big deal.

"Let's talk about it somewhere else."

After leaving a message, Moro turned and left.

Hisoka squinted slightly, a smile playing on his lips, and followed at a leisurely pace.

Located in the central part of East Godot, most of the citizens here have already traveled to the capital by various means of transportation.

However, due to its proximity to the train station, many East Godot residents can still be seen in the surrounding area.

Moro and Hisoka walked a long way before finally finding a relatively secluded corner.

In accordance with Hisoka's request, Moro removed his disguise, reverting to his original appearance. He also stopped trying to mimic the natural flow of Nen and instead covered his entire body with the stable and quiet "Entanglement".

"Let me make one thing clear: although I have given you the address for our meeting, it does not mean that I have accepted your challenge."

After restoring his original appearance, Moro looked calmly at Hisoka and said indifferently:

"There are two reasons. First, I'm about to fight a tough battle and don't want to waste my energy now. Second, I still don't think you can arouse my interest right now."

"Don't speak too soon. I'm 'different' now."

Hisoka's smile faded, and he stared intently into Moro's eyes, saying:
"There are two reasons. First, I was 'lucky' to have a near-death experience recently. Second, my abilities have become stronger."

"Ok?"

Moro raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and calmly asked, "You mean, you almost died but survived, and instead became stronger?"

"That's right~"

The smile on Hisoka's lips reappeared.

His recent experiences have left him constantly on the brink of death.

But this also allowed him to grow significantly in extreme adversity.

In particular, Nen abilities have undergone a new evolution.

This is the fundamental reason why he is confident in seeking out Moro again for a fight.

A strange look flashed across Moro's eyes as he said, "What a coincidence, I also had a near-death experience not long ago."

"Oh?"

Hisoka's first reaction was that Moro was taking the opportunity to retaliate against his earlier imitation of speaking.

But then he saw Moro raise three fingers and calmly say:
"But I've gone through it three times. According to you, I should have become stronger three times already. So, what makes you so confident that you can pique my interest?"

"..."

Hisoka was unusually silent.

He scrutinized Morrow's subtle facial expressions, trying to discern whether the man was lying.

After all, it was something that brought Moro to the brink of death three times...

This sounds a bit unrealistic.

However, after careful examination, Hisoka could not find any flaws in Moro's expression.

I really experienced three near-death experiences...

Considering what Moro had just said about a tough battle, Hisoka couldn't help but feel a little curious.

"who is it?"

Hisoka abandoned his frivolous demeanor and became serious.

He was genuinely curious about who could have driven Moro to the brink of death.

Morrow lowered his hand and crisply recited three names: "Byand, Netero, and a monster from the Chimera Ants named Yupi."

Upon hearing these three names, Hisoka's attention naturally fell on Netero.

After all, the only person he knew was Netero.

As for chimeric ants...

Although Moro called it a monster, he had little interest in it when he thought it was just a strange creature similar to a magical beast.

Thinking of this, Hisoka asked with some curiosity, "How strong is Netero?"

"Impeccable."

Moro answered very seriously.

Even in his encounter with Netero, he had already vaguely seen a path to counter him.

However, at this moment, the Hundred-Style Guanyin remains an unshakeable force.

Only the decisive battle a few days from now will tell...

Only then will the undefeated myth of the Hundred Forms of Guanyin truly come to an end.

Hisoka's heart was churning with emotion, his fighting spirit surging, but his focus remained on Moro.

Moro could easily see through Hisoka's almost uncontrollable thoughts, but he showed no intention of responding.

On the contrary, when I heard Hisoka confidently say that he would become stronger, my desire to make Hisoka my slave became even stronger.

This is precisely why he went to great lengths to lay the groundwork.

He knew very well that Hisoka had absolutely no interest in the so-called alien species.

Unless Hisoka realizes that those Chimera Ant guards, who are highly integrated with human genes, are, in a sense, special beings that exist somewhere between humans and monsters.

They not only possess Nen abilities, but they also fundamentally surpass the ants Hisoka imagined. To Hisoka, they are even more unconventional, exceeding all expectations... as his targets for battle.

That would definitely satisfy Hisoka.

As the thought crossed his mind, Moro slowly said, "How about this, you do me a favor first..."

"?"

Although it was the same familiar routine, Hisoka vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

………………

After Moro's detailed explanation, Hisoka's understanding of the Chimera Ant gradually changed.

Hisoka finally became interested, especially after learning that they were deeply influenced by human genes and could use Nen abilities freely.

As Moro continued to make promises, Hisoka eventually reluctantly accepted the deal.

He agreed to join the expeditionary force to help deal with the Chimera Ant's direct guards, who were highly regarded by Moro.

After the deed is done, Moro will solemnly engage him in another all-out battle.

Consider it an appetizer before the main course.

Hisoka, unaware of what he was about to face, harbored this thought in his mind.

Moro looked at Hisoka, who was still as enthusiastic as before, and his gaze softened unconsciously.

If Hisoka had read "Capitalists and Beasts," he probably would have figured it out...

The way Moro looked at him at that moment was exactly like that of a capitalist.

But Hisoka never cared about such gains or losses.

He would do anything willingly as long as it could satisfy his desires and pursuits.

So for him, there is really no difference between being a fruit farmer and becoming an apple grower.

"Before we officially start the operation, shouldn't we get to know our 'comrades' first?"

Walking across the vast plains, Hisoka seemed to be getting a little bored and casually started a conversation.

Without turning his head, Moro said, "Don't worry, everyone will gather together the day before the operation begins to finalize the plan based on the progress. It's not too late to get to know each other then."

"It seems... you guys are indeed quite busy."

Hisoka was implying something.

Moro turned around and glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. "What, did you specifically investigate the situation here before coming to this country?"

"That's not true."

Hisoka raised the corners of his mouth slightly and squinted his eyes, saying, "But it's not hard to guess."

"Yes, you guessed right. In order to weaken the fighting power of the Ant King's subordinates, everyone else is working against the clock."

Moro looked ahead again.

Hisoka then slowly pressed on, "So, that's why you left a mark on that girl?"

"..."

Moro couldn't help but turn back to look at Hisoka again.

When he planted stars on the wheat, he did so in a way that made them difficult to detect, but he kept placing them randomly in locations that were hard to spot.

But Hisoka was surprised to find that he could detect the presence of the star.

This forced him to think about it...

Can the star mark fool the senses of the Ant King and his direct guards?

"How did you tell?"

Moro's eyes turned slightly serious as he asked.

Hisoka, with one hand on his hip, smiled and said, "It was just a guess... but judging from your reaction... I guessed right, didn't I?"

"..."

Moro shook his head speechlessly and looked away.

Will the stars he implanted in the wheat cells play a role in subsequent operations...?

In fact, he couldn't be sure either.

However, he still believes that, given the knowledge of future intelligence, it is necessary to lay this hidden move in advance.

In comparison, it's more important to prepare some "blood replenishment packs" in advance.

This was one of the preparatory tasks he had to complete before the team assembled.

He simply wasn't sure if he could find any Chimera Ant lower-ranking soldiers, or even army commanders, within the Mitne Federation.

However, the most suitable recipient of the blood pack is still the lower-level Chimera Ant.

After all, when using the Star of Despair to extract healing energy, even without injecting too much manifested energy, it is easy to kill lower-level soldiers instantly.

Over the next three days.

With the intelligence support of Kate's squad members, Morrow successfully located three lower-ranking soldiers.

Although they intended to prepare more blood packs, the assembly time was approaching, so they had to give up.

Moro had Hisoka use "Bungee Gum" to imprison the three lower-ranking soldiers, and then headed to the rendezvous point for the group.

........................

A palace stands quietly on a barren piece of land a few kilometers from the capital, Peijing.

For reasons unknown, the palace where the commander of Dongguotu resided was not only far from the city of Peijing, but also had a wide river running through it on the road leading to the capital.

But for the Ant King, this palace, isolated from the bustling city, was exceptionally quiet, perfect for him to immerse himself in reading books and rapidly absorb knowledge about the human world.

He possessed exceptional intelligence and a learning ability that rivaled Neferpitou's; he could often finish reading a book in a very short time and thoroughly understand its contents.

However, while reading the books, Ant King was quickly captivated by board games such as Go.

He started trying.

However, human chess skills were far weaker than he had anticipated.

Even so-called champions crumbled with a mere flick of his wrist.

Such an opponent can bring no sense of accomplishment; at best, they can only kill time.

But this arrogance and disdain came to an abrupt end the moment they came into contact with the military chess set two days ago.

"Her chess skills... are actually still improving."

The Ant King looked across the chessboard at Wheat, who was happily collecting chess pieces.

at the same time.

Neferpitou sat quietly atop the towering dome of the palace.

The evil aura emanating from her body spread like ripples, enveloping the surroundings in a "circle".

Suddenly, her cat ears twitched slightly.

A faint sound of wings flapping reached my ears.

It is Oyapuv.

He flew straight to Neferpitou's side and hovered in mid-air.

Neferpitou turned his head to look at him and asked, "Is the king still playing chess?"

"Ah."

Xiao Yapuf's eyes were slightly gloomy. He gave a brief reply and then turned the topic directly to the flesh tree garden in the central courtyard, saying in a flat tone, "The first batch of soldiers has hatched, but the progress is still too slow."

"Meow~ This is already the fastest speed I can manage to control the puppet to perform the modification surgery while maintaining the 'circle'."

As Neferpitou spoke, his gaze turned to the ten giant trees in the courtyard, laden with fleshy eggs.

Each tree was densely covered with five hundred fleshy eggs.

At this point, all the eggs on one of the trees had hatched.

Meanwhile, among the other flesh trees, a materialized puppet, its body wreathed in scarlet Nen, was manipulating precise and sharp surgical instruments, piercing into the eggs one by one to carry out modifications.

Even if the Queen's reproductive ability is not needed...

With mastery of gene embedding technology and a vast amount of human material (like insects), it's easy to create large numbers of soldier ants with Nen abilities.

This is a crucial step in the king's impending domination of the world.

(End of this chapter)