Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 216 Feitan's Corpse

At the gambling table.

The man wearing small sunglasses placed a bad hand of cards on the table and then made a gesture of surrender to the dealer.

He lost.

And they lost their last chip.

However, he didn't seem to have any feelings of regret or resentment; in fact, he always had a smile on his face.

To outsiders, the man in the small sunglasses seemed completely unconcerned about the chips he had lost.

In reality, these chips were the last bit of money the man in the sunglasses had.

The dealer, of course, couldn't see into the man's wallet. With a professional smile on his face, he took away the man's chips.

"Looks like Lady Luck is on vacation today."

The man in sunglasses stood up from his chair, somewhat helplessly raised his hand to put a black hat on his head, and then walked out of the casino.

Despite losing all his money, he maintained a positive attitude.

We need to figure out what to do for dinner, and—

Someone behind me.

The man in small sunglasses gently tapped the brim of his hat with his index finger and strolled out of the casino.

He walked slowly down the corridor covered with a darkly patterned carpet, his shiny leather shoes gleaming softly under the golden wall lamps.

On the walls on both sides, classical oil paintings gleamed with a captivating luster in the warm light.

The man in small sunglasses stopped and admired the contents of the oil painting with great interest.

After a while,
He then looked away and continued walking down the corridor.

He stopped again as he passed a guest lounge, placed his right hand on the gilded doorknob, paused briefly, and then gently pushed the door open.

The door hinges made a slight creaking sound.

The man in sunglasses walked into the lounge, which was empty except for a small nightlight in the corner that emitted a dim yellow glow, casting a hazy outline on the velvet sofa.

A faint scent of leather lingered in the air, and heavy curtains blocked out the night view.

The man in sunglasses withdrew his hand, the door hinges clicked softly, and the entire door automatically snapped shut.

Then, the man in the small sunglasses walked straight toward the curtains.

His footsteps were completely absorbed by the thick carpet on the floor, and the room was so quiet that only his breathing could be heard.

Arriving at the curtains hanging to the floor, the man in sunglasses slowly turned around and looked at the closed door.

Under his gaze, the door was gently pushed open, and the hinges creaked softly once again.

The person who pushed open the door was none other than Kuroro, who had been following closely all the way.

He walked into the room and let the door close automatically.

The man in the small sunglasses sized up Kuroro and smiled, "You've been following me all this time, are you planning to treat me to dinner?"

Faced with the teasing words from the man in sunglasses, Kuroro's expression remained unchanged. He simply raised his right hand, his dark eyes staring directly at the other man, and asked bluntly:
"Is your ability related to spirit beasts?"

"...!"

The smile on the man's face, who was wearing small sunglasses, suddenly froze. His gaze behind the lenses darkened slightly and turned into a sharp scrutinizing look.

He paused for a moment, not answering directly, but instead asking, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Kuroro disregarded his wariness, and the Nen power gathered in his right hand materialized in an instant into the Thief's Ultimate.

Then, the red and black book opened automatically, its pages gleaming with a dim luster under the yellow light.

"It's okay if you don't answer."

Kuroro spoke calmly.

The man in the small sunglasses frowned slightly, his voice still composed, but with a hint of coldness: "If it's convenient, please give me a reason."

Kuroro did not answer; the Thief's Secret in his hand suddenly froze on a certain page.

As the psychic aura surged, a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air.

next second.

Suddenly, a hazy Nen aura emanated from Kuroro's left hand, and a uniquely shaped bubble gun appeared out of thin air.

The gun body shimmered with a dreamlike rainbow halo, and a viscous, colored liquid could be faintly seen slowly rotating inside the round drum magazine.

"Fragile items"

This is one of the materialization abilities he has collected.

As the muzzle of the rainbow bubble gun was slightly raised, the refracted rainbow light cast mottled patches of color on the lens of the man wearing small sunglasses.

"Bubble gun?"

A strange glint flashed in the eyes of the man in the small sunglasses, but he immediately tensed up.

As a Nen user, he knew all too well that things that seemed harmless were often the most dangerous, especially materialization abilities, which were full of unknowns.

"Sigh, I haven't eaten all day, and now it looks like I won't be able to have dinner either."

Seeing that Kuroro wouldn't answer the question, the man in the sunglasses gave up on figuring out the reason and instead opened all his pores, immediately entering battle mode.

Kuroro's index finger rested lightly on the trigger of the rainbow bubble gun.

This gun can spray out colorful bubbles containing special psychic energy. Once it touches a target, the bursting bubbles will corrode and dissolve the target's psychic energy.

Therefore, this ability can not only dissolve the enemy's psychic defenses, but is also very effective against psychic beasts.

Although Kuroro used his "Love Dialing" ability to search for the man in sunglasses using the keyword "master of materializing Nen beasts"...

However, he couldn't confirm this further until the man in the small sunglasses actually used his abilities.

After all, the purpose of using the Love Dialing ability tonight is more to test its accuracy and practicality.

"Let's give it a try..."

Kuroro muttered to himself, then pulled the trigger.

With a series of clicking sounds, the muzzle burst forth with dazzling seven-colored light, and dozens of crystal-clear bubbles shot out like a dream.

These seemingly fragile bubbles, their surfaces shimmering with a dangerous psychic glow, drifted slowly toward the man in sunglasses, like a swarm of startled fireflies.

The man in the small sunglasses slightly contracted the pupils behind the lenses.

"I feel like today is particularly unlucky."

The man in the sunglasses sighed, and two clusters of pure psychic energy separated from his shoulders, twisting and coalescing rapidly in the air as if drawn by an invisible paintbrush.

"Fish in a Secluded Room"

Two deathly white wrasses appeared out of thin air.

Their bodies, like vertebrae stripped of flesh and blood, meandered and swam eerily in mid-air.

On the sharply defined fish head, a pair of dark, round eyes stared intently at the colorful bubbles that were floating by.

The atmosphere in the lounge became oppressive and heavy at that moment.

Under the dim yellow light, dreamy clusters of bubbles and stark white bony fish stand facing each other across the distance.

Kuroro looked at the bone fish Nen beast materialized by the man in sunglasses and then confirmed the search results for "love dial".

“Very good, this ability... is very important.”

From the moment he saw the fish swimming in the secret room, Kuroro understood that the "Love Dial" ability would become an irreplaceable and crucial part of his entire ability system.

now--

He wanted to acquire the ability of the beast in front of him.

The moment Kuroro had this thought, the two Nen fish that the man in the sunglasses materialized suddenly accelerated.

No longer swimming gracefully, it darted through the colorful bubbles like a knife fish, heading straight for Kuroro.

Seeing this, Kuroro calmly closed the Thief's Ultimate Manual.

As the book closed, the "Fragile Bubble Gun" in his left hand also vanished.

However, due to the effect of the ability mechanism, the dozens of bubbles that were just ejected are still floating in mid-air.

Kuroro reopened the book, quickly settling on a page. Then, his left hand was once again enveloped in psychic power, instantly coalescing into a chilling weapon—

A pale folding fan pieced together from human finger bones.

Dried bloodstains still remained between the fan ribs, and it made a teeth-grinding clicking sound when unfolded.

Kuroro waved his finger bone fan, and suddenly, afterimages of finger segments appeared in the air in front of him, gently touching the smooth heads of the two Nen fish.

The Nianyu's dragging, spine-like body suddenly tilted and crashed into the nearby colorful bubbles.

pat, pat.

As the colorful bubbles burst one after another, countless tiny droplets of water fell onto the Nianyu's body, rapidly corroding it like sulfuric acid.

In just one second, the two Nian fish were corroded and turned into nothingness.

But at that moment, the man in sunglasses had already circled behind Kuroro, his right hand wrapped with Nen, and thrust it toward the back of Kuroro's neck.

Kuroro seemed to sense something and gently waved his finger bone fan again.

A surge of mental energy appeared, and a phantom of a finger bone flashed across the back of his neck, deflecting the palm strike from the man in sunglasses.

"Ok?"

The man in sunglasses felt the immense force coming from the palm of Kuroro's hand. The palm strike, which was meant to pierce the back of Kuroro's neck, missed its mark and passed right past Kuroro's neck.

The illusory image of finger bones that appeared out of nowhere...

What a powerful force.

The man in the small sunglasses was surprised, but his offensive continued.

His palm strike missed, so he used his Nen power to materialize a fish swimming in a secret chamber directly from his outstretched palm. Its saw-like mouth immediately bit towards Kuroro's eyes.

However, at that moment, a sharp afterimage flashed across the neck of the fish in the secret chamber at an even faster speed.

There was a soft sneer.

The fish in the sealed room collapsed and disappeared.

That afterimage was none other than the bone fan in Kuroro's hand.

Physical skills—

That's also one of Kuroro's strengths.

After wielding the bone fan to sever the fish swimming in the secret chamber, he closed the book almost simultaneously.

As the Thief's intent dissipated, the manifested energy that had been diverted to the bone fan and the book returned to Kuroro in an instant.

Then, taking advantage of his peak condition, he skillfully channeled his psychic power and struck the man in sunglasses in the cheek with an elbow strike.

Bang!
The powerful impact struck the man in sunglasses in the cheek, instantly deforming his entire face and causing a large amount of blood to gush from his nose and mouth.

The slightly delicate little sunglasses he wore on his face inevitably shattered with a crash.

He was sent sliding backward a distance by Kuroro's elbow strike. Although he was still able to stand, his consciousness was beginning to fade.

"Who...who are you...?"

The man in the small sunglasses struggled to lift his head and look at Kuroro, who hadn't moved an inch from beginning to end.

This was the first time he had ever seen it—

Such a powerful individual.

And that book that can conjure up multiples.

Faced with yet another question from the man in sunglasses, Kuroro remained as silent as a statue, his dark eyes filled with a cold, inorganic light.

The way he looked at the man in the sunglasses was like a butcher scrutinizing a piece of meat on a chopping board—

Cold and devoid of any warmth.

After a long time...

The oppressive and stifling atmosphere in the room has disappeared.

Kuroro drew back the heavy curtains.

"Wow—"

The dazzling city lights surged in like a tide.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's neon lights flowed through the night, and the casino's giant sign shimmered with pink and purple light in the distance, creating an absurd contrast with the life-or-death struggle that had just ended inside the room.

Kuroro's silhouette was projected onto the windowpane, overlapping with the distant lights.

On his right hand, the thief's delight page was turned over, and on the frozen page was a photo of a man wearing small sunglasses.

Click, click-click.

Two stark white bony fish swam around their new owner, their spine-like bodies tracing eerie paths through the air.

Kuroro turned around, his gaze falling on the mangled body on the carpet—

The man in the sunglasses had lost all four limbs and looked like a doll that had been roughly dismantled by a child.

However, no blood flowed from the mutilated parts of his body, nor could any muscle tissue be seen, as if his limbs had been directly erased by some higher-dimensional being.

This is the ability of "Fish in a Secret Room".

Nen fish, materialized by Nen, can only survive in enclosed rooms.

That's why the man in sunglasses deliberately entered the guest lounge with its doors and windows tightly closed after he realized Kuroro was following him.

The fish that swim in the enclosed room can float and fly inside the room. They like to eat human flesh, but people who are bitten by them do not feel pain or bleed.

So as long as Nianyu doesn't disappear, even if the man in sunglasses is bitten until only a small piece of his face remains, he can continue to survive as a "living being".

"A very interesting ability."

Kuroro glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Nenyu that was snaking through the air.

The man in sunglasses, who had been bitten into a human stick by the Nenyu, was staring at Kuroro with a look of terror on his face, as if he were looking at a terrifying monster.

Kuroro met the frightened gaze of the man in sunglasses and calmly said, "I'm suddenly very curious about something. What if the fish in the secret chamber ate your frontal lobe..."

"!!!"

The man in the small sunglasses' pupils contracted sharply.

A considerable amount of time passed in the room.

squeak-

The door to the guest lounge was suddenly pushed open.

Paknoda and Machi entered the room one after the other.

As the door opened, the two fish swimming in the secret room suddenly made a gurgling sound, and the next second their bodies collapsed and disappeared.

at the same time.

Blood spurted from the limbs and forehead of the unconscious man wearing sunglasses.

Before Machi arrived, she had already learned about the situation from Kuroro. She immediately pulled the needle and thread and stitched up the wound for the man in sunglasses.

Pakunoda stepped over the bloodstains on the ground and came to Kuroro's side.

"Commander, that woman has been 'freed'."

"Ah."

Kuroro nodded slightly, holding the flip phone in his hand.

Ring ring—

A dial tone came from the phone.

This time, Kuroro set the search criteria as follows: the target possesses a Nen ability that allows them to recreate scenes from their previous life using a corpse.

"The owner of the number you dialed is not nearby. Please try again later, or dial from a different location..."

The phone, casually held between Kuroro's fingers, emitted a cold notification sound.

Can I find the ability I want?

If possible, Feitan's corpse could be used to obtain the information we want.

(End of this chapter)