HunterxHunter: I Became Stronger After Death

Above an endless expanse of white clouds, an airship trailed smoke and flames, its body tilting dangerously as if it would plunge into the sea of clouds at any moment.

Inside the airship, screams filled the air.

The fear of an aerial disaster gripped the hearts of the passengers and crew like a merciless hand, squeezing the breath out of them.

Under the weight of impending death, some gave up in despair, others screamed helplessly, and a few frantically grasped for anything that could serve as a lifeline.

But in the face of a crashing airship, even the strongest will to survive was as insignificant as an ant underfoot.

As the passengers' terrified cries echoed, Moro and Kanzai reacted in their own ways.

Moro, silent, moved steadily against the sloping floor toward the observation deck.

When the airship showed signs of imminent destruction, the fate of the other passengers was already sealed.

For Moro, only one thought dominated his mind: self-preservation.

There was no room left for anything else.

Kanzai glanced toward the source of the screams, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. He sighed.

There was no point in dwelling on things beyond his control.

The hesitation disappeared, replaced by resolve, as Kanzai quickened his pace to follow Moro.

The two reached the observation deck one after the other.

From this vantage point, they could see smoke and flames pouring from the upper decks, inching closer to the massive gas chamber atop the airship's hull.

The sight made both of them tense.

That gas chamber was essentially a giant bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Suppressing his unease, Moro moved along the wall to the edge of the observation deck and looked down. Below was the vast, reachable expanse of the clouds.

A moment later, the tilting airship plunged into the clouds, a powerful wind sweeping past Moro, ruffling his hair and clothes.

Clinging to the railing, Moro leaned out to peer downward.

Through the thinning gaps in the clouds, the vast earth below came into view. The rush of wind brought a suffocating intensity.

Thousands of meters in altitude…

Even with Nen, the sheer height offered no sense of security.

Moro stared at the distant ground, expecting his heart to race or for panic to grip him.

Yet, standing here, with death only a step away, he felt unexpectedly calm.

Kanzai stepped behind him and said gravely, "Whether we survive depends entirely on our skills."

In moments like these, even luck was a luxury too far.

Even as an Enhancer, Kanzai couldn't guarantee a safe landing from thousands of meters in the air.

Moro turned to glance at Kanzai, then shifted his gaze to the gas chamber above, which could explode at any moment.

Time was running out. There was no space left for doubt or hesitation.

Moro had anticipated the possibility of the airship crashing, but the current situation was far more dire.

"Let's exchange contact info," he said, pulling out his phone and looking at Kanzai.

Kanzai nodded. "Alright. If we make it back to the ground alive, I'll contact you immediately. If you die, I'll find a way to collect your body."

"Well, thanks for that," Moro said dryly, his eyelid twitching.

Kanzai, apparently oblivious to the sarcasm, replied seriously, "No need to thank me. We're comrades now, after all."

"…," Moro fell silent for a moment before asking, "What's your number?"

Amid the strengthening winds, Kanzai recited his number aloud. Moro quickly dialed it, and after hearing the first ring, ended the call.

"Take care," Moro said, pocketing his phone. He gave Kanzai a slight nod before leaping off the observation deck. His body shot downward like a javelin, piercing through the sky below.

The airship could explode at any second, leaving no time for Moro to dwell on whether his "survival technique" would get him safely to the ground.

Kanzai watched Moro's figure plummet, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes.

After a brief glance back at the airship, a mix of regret and guilt surfaced in Kanzai's heart.

He paused for a moment, then released his grip on the railing and leapt into the thin, smoke-like clouds below.

Spreading his arms and legs wide, he let air resistance gradually slow his descent. From his altitude, he could still make out Moro's figure below.

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening explosion roared from above.

Both Kanzai and Moro flipped mid-air, turning to face the sky and look toward the source of the sound.

Above them, the airship erupted into a massive fireball, burning brilliantly against the heavens.

Moro silently stared at the immense, rapidly expanding fireball. Among the countless fragments of the airship, some appeared to be human bodies—small black dots tumbling through the sky.

Many times, human life was as insignificant as dust.

Only by grasping power could one have the ability to change their fate.

Moro turned back over, spreading his limbs to slow his fall.

"Deceptive Shooting Star."

Moro extended his right hand, palm down, condensing a glowing green Nen bullet. With a flick of his wrist, he shot it downward.

Whizz!

The projectile sped through the air before halting abruptly a hundred meters below him.

One second later, the shooting star reversed course, flying back toward Moro, who had now fallen closer to it.

As the projectile returned, Moro infused his right hand, marked with a concentric ring tattoo, with Nen and braced for impact.

Boom!

The collision caused the shooting star to explode, generating a shockwave that sent Moro spinning violently upward.

"Not enough," he muttered, stabilizing his posture with difficulty in the air.

He fired another projectile downward, pouring more Nen into his palm.

Boom!

This time, the impact was less violent but still pushed him upward.

"Still not enough…"

Feeling the feedback from the Nen collisions, Moro launched another shot, concentrating an even greater amount of Nen into his hand.

Boom!

The resulting explosion this time felt softer, almost as if it were gently cushioning him.

The equilibrium between the incoming projectile and the Nen-infused hand created a balance, significantly reducing Moro's descent speed.

"It works."

Now certain of the technique's effectiveness, Moro felt a bit more at ease.

Above him, Kanzai watched Moro's unconventional maneuvers, his jaw dropping as the wind roared into his open mouth.

Goodness gracious…

In a stone chamber illuminated by a luminous pearl, a square platform stood at its center, ascending via four staircases.

On the platform rested a harp with a jade-like body and ink-black strings.

Suddenly, the harp began to play on its own, its melody as clear as a mountain spring before rising into a storm-like crescendo.

As the harp's strings vibrated intensely, dark Nen energy radiated outward, forming a humanoid shape in front of the harp.

Gradually, the figure shifted from translucent to solid, taking on the appearance of Morena.

Morena slowly opened her eyes, her expression a mix of familiarity and surprise as she stared at the autonomously playing harp. Confusion soon replaced her initial emotions, deepening as she took in her surroundings.

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