Hunter X Hunter: I Got Stronger After I Died

Virus research—most people would associate it with advancements in medicine.

But add the words human experimentation, and the meaning completely changes.

Biological weapons.

That was the first thought that surfaced in Moro's mind after reading the intelligence report.

Come to think of it, the "Poor Man's Rose"—a bomb classified as a weapon of mass destruction in this world—was, at its core, a biological weapon.

Even the reborn Chimera Ant King, with a body fused from countless superior genes, was unable to resist the deadly virus that came with it.

This alone proved that the upper limits of viruses in this world were beyond imagination—a true forbidden domain of human knowledge.

And yet, humanity had never stopped exploring the path of destruction…

The low cost and ease of production of the Poor Man's Rose were proof of that.

Even so, Moro hadn't expected that a mafia organization would dare to engage in human experimentation with viruses.

To them, it might just be another highly profitable business.

"Nolan Gambino…"

Moro closed the email, his face blank.

Every word in Argo's report was soaked in blood, exposing the darkest depths of this world.

Putting away his phone, Moro went to a clothing store and bought a disguise to conceal his identity.

Just in case, he also purchased a properly fitted gas mask.

On the western edge of Pritt Town lay a vast wetland forest, where poisonous miasma covered many areas.

As a result, gas masks were a common item there.

And since Pritt was a gray zone of lawlessness, people dressed in concealing outfits were a common sight—wearing a gas mask in the streets wouldn't even raise suspicion.

Moro put on a loose black hoodie, pulled up the hood, and covered his face with a mask and sunglasses, ensuring his entire face was hidden.

He packed the gas mask and some portable food into his backpack, then headed to a local gang to purchase firearms.

He had assumed that buying weapons would be difficult—but to his surprise, as soon as he put money on the table, the transaction was as smooth as buying bottled water.

With his preparations complete, Moro left the town.

According to Argo's intel, the virus research base was located near a village, at the edge of the wetland forest.

However, the exact location was unknown.

It wasn't that Argo lacked the skills to find out—it was simply too risky.

As she had explained, she could easily investigate the Phantom Troupe because they didn't care about being monitored.

But the mafia was different—they were extremely vengeful, and if they caught even a hint of someone spying on them, they would never let go.

Simply put, Argo was doing business, not risking her life for Moro.

Moro understood.

Even if Argo wasn't going all out, her intel network had already proven its worth.

To Moro, this network was like having a search engine at his disposal—expensive, but highly effective.

After leaving Pritt, the roads became rugged and uneven, lined with dense overgrown vegetation.

Fallen road signs peeked through the greenery.

If not for just coming from the town, it would be hard to believe that such a developed place with an airport had such terrible infrastructure beyond its borders.

Moro walked along the main road for a while before following a narrow, muddy path, one that had been trampled into existence by human footsteps.

Following this path for about ten kilometers would lead to a village called Shanni, located at the very edge of the wetland forest.

For a village to survive in such an environment, its people were likely physically tough.

Moro had long understood one thing—

Even without the Nen system, one could not measure this world's humans by the standards of Earth.

If one were to rank them on a food chain—

There were ordinary humans, then slightly strong humans, then very strong humans, then extremely strong humans, and then inhumanly strong humans—before finally reaching Nen users.

A very strong human in this world would be superhuman by Earth's standards.

So despite the dangers of the forest, humans were still able to survive and even harvest resources from it.

After walking ten kilometers along the muddy path, Moro noticed a distant trail of smoke rising into the sky.

He put on his gas mask and circled around the village, heading deeper into the forest instead.

Since the base's exact location was unknown, he decided to search the surrounding areas first.

If he found nothing, he would enter the village directly.

A day passed quickly.

Despite searching extensively, Moro found nothing unusual.

However, he did discover a patch of broken bricks near a plant-covered hill, suggesting the presence of an ancient tomb.

Since he was focused on finding the virus research base, he ignored it and continued searching.

By the evening of the second day, Moro had thoroughly searched the marked area—

And still found nothing.

If Argo's intel was correct, then the base was likely inside the village itself.

Moro ate a simple meal, preparing to leave the forest and investigate the village directly.

But just as he was about to move—

He heard something.

A faint rustling sound.

Moro immediately shut off his aura, entering Zetsu, and hid in the dense undergrowth.

A moment later, he heard footsteps.

They were light, but the damp forest floor made it impossible to walk silently—each step crushed wet leaves with a soft crunch.

Soon, the figure came into view.

"It's her."

It was the same woman Moro had seen in Pritt Town—the one completely covered in clothing.

Many people in Pritt concealed their identities, but this woman had stood out in his memory.

Not just because she was a Nen user, but because she had clear, bright eyes—a stark contrast to Pritt's lawless atmosphere.

Moro observed quietly.

From her actions, she didn't seem like a bad person—but he wasn't ready to make that judgment yet.

He also considered the possibility that she was one of Nolan's subordinates.

She carefully scraped moss from a tree, sealed it in a test tube, then packed it away.

After ensuring everything was secure, she turned and left toward the village.

Moro stayed hidden, watching her until she disappeared.

Then, he stood up and glanced in the direction she had gone.

She was heading toward Shanni Village.

Meanwhile—

Beneath a grand estate in Shanni Village.

A vast underground tomb lay hidden.

To be precise, it was an ancient tomb that had been converted into a laboratory.

The once dark and damp passageways were lined with pipes and cables.

Deep inside, bright lights illuminated the chambers.

At the center, an ancient stone coffin sat within a large glass containment unit.

Its lid was half-open, with black mist slowly seeping out.

A group of scientists in white hazmat suits stood around it.

Among them, a man in a black suit with slicked-back hair turned toward a row of surveillance monitors on the wall.

One screen showed the woman from the forest, working in a dimly lit shack, mixing chemicals.

The man smirked.

"A Pro Hunter is really something else—highly skilled and quite useful.

What was her name again?"

A subordinate responded immediately:

"Virus Hunter, Sambica Norton."

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