Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 314 Message in a Bottle on the Dark Continent

Moro quickly became known to the residents of Whale Island for his feat of eating dozens of plates of fried rice in one go.

In just a few days, this incident became a new topic of conversation at dinner parties and drinking parties, and it was repeatedly brought up by everyone.

Moro didn't care about this at all, spending his days engrossed in studying the divine book, and eating at Mitt's tavern when he was hungry.

As time went on, the tavern's patrons became familiar with Morrow.

Every time he comes to eat, people always tease him and urge him to drink a glass of strong liquor.

But Moro didn't want to waste time studying the divine texts because of drinking, so he always refused outright.

Even so, the drinkers continued to urge him on tirelessly, showing no sign of giving up.

It's as if they can find amusement in it.

In the end, however, it was always Mitt who stepped in and humiliated them into silence.

"Your stomach hasn't changed at all! Where did all the food you ate go?!"

As Mitt walked out from behind the bar with his drink, he would occasionally glance at Moro's belly.

But no matter how many times she saw it, Morrow's figure remained unchanged.

It is this amazing phenomenon that the islanders keep bringing up as a topic of conversation.

"Perhaps my digestive function is different from that of ordinary people."

Moro put down his empty plate, gave a perfunctory reply, and then raised his index finger at Zut, who had just come out of the kitchen, and said, "Another one, please."

Zut is Mitt's grandmother, and the two of them run the tavern together.

Upon hearing Moro's words, Zut's wrinkled face broke into a kind smile. He slowly responded and then turned back to the kitchen.

Mitt placed the collected wine glasses and plates on the table, glanced at the still-piled pile of empty plates next to Moro, and sighed, "Even the best digestive system has its limits. Sometimes I really wonder if you're even human."

After spending more than half a month together, the two had become quite familiar with each other, and their conversations were no longer as polite as they had been at the beginning, but rather more casual.

Moro rested his elbow on the bar, propped his cheek on the back of his hand, and replied casually, "That's because you haven't seen any more impressive guys. There are people who can eat 101 whole roasted pigs in one go, and each one is the size of an adult wild boar."

"what?"

Mitt's first reaction was not to doubt that Moro was bragging, but to think that he had misheard.

During this time together, she gained some understanding of Moro's personality, knowing that he never exaggerated and would not spout nonsense like those drunken patrons.

"Haha, eat a hundred whole roasted pigs in one go? Brother Moro, you're really exaggerating."

"Sannoh, it seems the title of 'King of Bragging' here is going to change hands."

The patrons in the bar also heard Moro's words and burst into laughter.

For them, chatting and joking with friends is probably one of the few forms of entertainment they have in their daily lives.

This kind of thing has long been a part of life.

But seeing that Moro, who refused to touch a drop of alcohol no matter how they coaxed him, could actually boast, and boast even more blatantly than they could, they found it quite amusing.

"Hey Moro, how about a drink to liven things up?"

A customer seized the opportunity and handed over a glass of strong liquor.

Moro glanced at the drunken customer and politely declined, saying, "No, thank you."

"Hey, look at you, hiccup~~ Your dark circles are so bad, you must not be sleeping well, hiccup~ Have a drink, you'll be able to sleep better..."

The drinker chuckled.

Just as Moro was about to refuse again, he saw Mitt frown, throw down the rag in his hand, and glare at the drinker.

Without even saying a word, a single glance was enough to make the drinkers awkwardly return to their seats.

After the strong smell of alcohol dissipated, Mitt picked up the rag again and wiped the water stains on the table, saying thoughtfully, "Anyone who can eat a hundred whole roasted pigs in one go must be a super fat man, right?"

Don't you think I'm bragging?

Moro looked at Mitt, who was diligently wiping the table, with some surprise.

Mitt wrung out the rag, looked up and met Moro's gaze, and asked, "So, what you're saying is true?"

"It's true."

Moro nodded affirmatively.

"Okay, then that's settled."

Mitt smiled curiously and asked, "So, was that person really a super fat guy?"

"You're as fat as a small mountain; there's no way anyone can squeeze into your shop."

Moro smiled and turned his gaze toward the kitchen, where an enticing aroma of food wafted through the air.

Mitt wiped his hands clean, his eyes widening in surprise: "This is too exaggerated, no..."

She gave Moro a suspicious look, looking him up and down.

"Why do I feel like you're saying my shop is small?"

"No way."

Moro shook his head, glanced at the cramped hall that could only fit five tables, and said truthfully, "But your shop is indeed quite small."

"!!!"

Mitt's eyes widened even more.

The two customers at the bar immediately grabbed their glasses and ran away.

But the scene they envisioned did not happen.

"What? This is discrimination!"

The two drinkers exchanged a glance, and both could see the grievance in each other's eyes.

The night is getting darker.

The guests gradually left the tavern.

This small island with its simple and honest people is ultimately different from the bustling city. Even though there are pubs for people to relax in, they don't stay open too late.

After Moro had eaten and drunk his fill, he stayed behind to help Mitt with physical tasks such as moving chairs.

The main reason was that Mitt always gave him a discount, explaining that his daily expenses were too high, and the discount would allow him to use the money to offset his daily hotel room fees.

Morro doesn't actually need to offer a discount.

But Mitt's personality is just like Gon's, and he can't be persuaded at all.

Since Moro had received Mitt's help, he decided to do some physical labor for Mitt when the store closed.

After a while.

After the shop was almost cleaned, Moro said goodbye and left.

"Wait a moment."

He had just stepped out of the tavern when Mitt called him back.

Moro stopped and looked back at Mitt, who had run out of the tavern.

Mitt jogged up to Moro and handed him a lunchbox wrapped in a cloth.

"Moro, this is made with the leftover ingredients from today. Take it home for a midnight snack."

"Then I'm welcome."

Moro took the lunchbox.

Mitt laughed and said, "Go back early."

"it is good."

Moro nodded to Mite and turned to walk towards the hotel.

Mitt watched Moro walk a distance before turning back to the tavern.

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After returning to the hotel, Moreau continued to study the contents of the book of God.

Over the past two weeks, he has memorized the numerous modules of the character "神" (shen, meaning god/god) and has begun to try using the "神" character with only 29 modules that have a saving function.

It can be said that he has taken the most difficult step in practicing the divine word.

What needs to be done next is to keep practicing those perfected "divine" characters, and in the process, strengthen your proficiency in using the modules.

Once you become proficient, you will naturally be able to understand the underlying principles of each "god" character.

In any case, many of the annotations left by Jin convey the same idea: slow and steady wins the race; keep refining until you are proficient.

Once you reach that stage, you'll be able to use the word "god" with ease.

They can even create a "god" character that better suits their Nen abilities in terms of effect, based on their understanding of the "god" module.

For example, the divine structures that support the operation of Greed Island...

It was after Jin fully mastered the character "神" (divine/god) that he began to improve some of them, allowing them to exert a more powerful effect. "Fortunately, there are these annotations left behind by Jin..."

Moreau has already read about two-thirds of the contents of this book of gods.

The further you read, the more you appreciate the value of the annotations left by Jin.

If we say that the book left behind by Don Freecss is equivalent to leaving behind many paths to the word "god".

So Jin's annotations in the book are like road signs laid out on the right path.

So as long as you follow the signs left by Jin, even if Morrow walks very slowly, you don't have to worry about getting lost.

This also means that the effort and time that Moro puts in will basically not be wasted.

"Tomorrow I'll try the second example composition for the character 'God.' This 'God' character's ability is 'record,' and it's several times more difficult to complete than 'save'..."

Moro turned the pages of the book, thinking that he would find a secluded place early the next morning to practice the second type of "god" in the book.

"Ok?"

As the book turned to the next page, Moreau's eyes were instantly drawn to an illustration of a black bottle.

Below the bottle, there are also simple wave patterns, as if hinting at some connection between it and the sea.

"This picture..."

Moro stared at the black bottle, and fragments of memories he had received when absorbing the thoughts of the dead in the ruins surfaced in his mind.

Besides the feather that triggered the strong earthquake, what impressed him most at the time was this pitch-black bottle that drifted ashore from the sea.

The object that resembled a message in a bottle in my memory was almost identical to the bottle picture in the book about gods.

The bottle was also deliberately painted black, perhaps to emphasize the color of the bottle.

Moro suppressed his surprise and quickly looked at the annotations left by Jin under the illustrations.

There are only a few words: drifting, random, teleportation.

Several question marks were written after the noun.

Clearly, the details of this black bottle illustration are not explicitly stated in the Krakauer text written by Dong.

However, the word "god" associated with the entire illustration seems to be related to "teleportation".

That's why these few terms, which clearly reflect thought but haven't yielded any concrete conclusions, were left behind.

"A message in a bottle..."

Those memory fragments kept flashing through Moro's mind, and he felt that this thing was very likely a product of the Dark Continent.

"Wait a minute, could Kim be doing this on purpose?"

Suddenly, Moro realized a possibility.

He had told Jin all the information he had extracted from the remnants of death without reservation.

However, Jin's reaction at the time was only a solemn and thoughtful expression, and he didn't mention anything about the black message in a bottle.

Moreau didn't believe that King hadn't connected the image to the illustration in the book of gods...

This guy must have thought of it immediately, but he knew he wasn't interested in the Dark Continent, so he didn't reveal it on the spot.

Instead, he deliberately waited until he obtained his hunter's license before releasing this god-level strategy guide...

I originally thought that this was just to let him take care of Xiao Jie while he was practicing the Divine Word.

Now it seems there was another layer of ulterior motive.

The idea was probably to pique his curiosity and interest in these unknown things.

After all, with these foundations in place, we can be confident in carrying out the plan to drag him onto the pirate ship.

Although Jin never explicitly said it, Moro knew that he had already identified Jin as one of the teammates in the guy's plan to explore the Dark Continent.

"Everything has to be done in a roundabout way."

Moro shook his head, then thought of how King had completely blocked the possibility of Xiao Jie bringing his friends to see him in the choices he gave Xiao Jie.

Upon closer examination, it becomes clear that the father and son share some similarities in their personalities, but also exhibit significant differences.

Moro stared at the illustrations in the book of gods, and although he sensed Jin's thoughts, whether he responded was another matter entirely.

Let's master the word "god" first...

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In the darkness of Whale Island harbor at night, a fishing boat's searchlight pierces the darkness.

As soon as the ship docked, two teenagers jumped off the deck and landed steadily on the wooden pier.

"Killua, it's all your fault for insisting on queuing up to buy candy, making us miss the last ferry."

Looking at the now deserted dock, Xiao Jie couldn't help but complain.

Killua put his hands behind his head and said nonchalantly, "But if I hadn't found this fishing boat, we'd still be staring at each other on the other side."

“We could have arrived much earlier.”

As Xiao Jie spoke, he began to walk towards the village.

Killua quickly caught up, arguing, "Isn't it a little too late now?"

"It's late. Aunt Mitt's tavern should be closed by now. I don't know if she's asleep or not. Anyway, let's hurry."

Xiao Jie quickened his pace.

Killua stopped talking and obediently followed Gon closely.

The two walked one after the other through the quiet village road and soon arrived at the building that blended into the big tree.

The tavern's main entrance was closed, but warm yellow light could still be seen through the doors and windows.

Xiao Jie knocked on the door a few times.

A moment later, Mitt's voice came from inside: "Who is it? We're already closed."

"Aunt Mitt, it's me!"

Xiao Jie shouted.

As soon as he finished speaking, Killua clearly heard the footsteps inside become very hurried.

In just a few seconds, the tavern's main door was opened.

Warm yellow light emanated from inside. Mito stood at the doorway, staring blankly at Gon, and also noticed Killua, who suddenly became somewhat restrained beside him.

"Come in first."

Mitt quickly composed himself, pretending to be calm, and stepped aside.

Gon and Killua went inside.

Mito closed the door, turned around and looked at Gon and Killua, who had already moved chairs down and were sitting down, and asked with concern, "Are you hungry? I'll cook you something to eat."

"Great!"

"I'm starving!"

Gon and Killua said with a grin.

Mitt smiled and went straight to the kitchen.

"what."

Soon, her voice came from the kitchen: "All the ingredients for today have been used up..."

The smiles on Gon and Killua's faces froze instantly.

Killua hesitated and asked, "So you mean there's no food to eat?"

"seems like it."

Xiaojie nodded.

Killua immediately slumped listlessly onto the table.

Then he saw Mitt bring over two glasses of milk, and he forced himself to cheer up.

Only then did Mito have time to carefully examine Gon's face, and Gon introduced Killua to Mito.

Will the test be difficult?

Mito rested his chin on his hand, watching Gon and Killua drink their milk.

Xiao Jie said excitedly, "It's very difficult! Aunt Mitt, let me tell you, the examiner for our second test has quite the appetite. He can eat 101 whole roasted pigs in one go!"

"what?"

Mitt was stunned.

Killua thought she didn't believe him, so he immediately said, "It's true, I can testify."

"..."

(End of this chapter)