Hunter: I became stronger even after I died.

Chapter 316 Kurapika's Choice
Lian Gu is easily recognizable to anyone familiar with the mythological figure of the Thunder God.

Although Moro's drumming was a hodgepodge, the erudite King recognized it at a glance.

Use more than ten drums as carriers of the character "神" (shen, meaning god/god), and then record the chanting groups that tend to be operational into them.

Then, by "activating" and "manipulating," the attack methods of the Hundred-Style Guanyin are imitated...

All I can say is that Moro is really good at this.

This was Jin's only feeling after seeing the video.

He had witnessed Netero's Hundred Styles of Kannon, and the String of Drums created by Moreo did indeed bear a resemblance to the Hundred Styles of Kannon in terms of its release and attack patterns.

This was clearly something Moro intentionally imitated.

Jin realized this and couldn't help but admire Moro's creativity; no wonder he was able to develop the ability to condense starlight.

"It seems Moro is determined to learn this to the end..."

In the forest, Jin sat on the trunk of a large tree, looking down at his phone screen.

Even if we can't see the specific situation on Moro's side...

But Jin was certain that Moro was in high spirits at that moment.

Because he went through the same thing.

After a long and tedious period of study that seemed to have no end, I finally managed to cross the threshold and truly experienced the fascinating aspects of the word "god".

Jin still remembers that feeling very clearly.

"You have the ability to consciously explore the creativity of the word 'God,' Morro. Sooner or later, you will also be fascinated by the 'unknown'... I'll be waiting for you to come up ahead."

Jin's lips curled slightly as he pressed a button on his phone to exit the messaging interface.

Then, information about the "black message in a bottle" flashed through my mind.

His eyelids were lowered, revealing a thoughtful expression.

If there were a way to "smuggle" people across borders, then a message in a bottle might be one of those methods.

After all, this thing...

It can directly send the existence of the Dark Continent to the six continents.

If we can team up with Moro to figure out how to use these message bottles, we can at least keep them as a backup plan, regardless of whether we'll need them in the future.

Just then, a drunken monkey appeared nearby, holding a dried, bowl-shaped fruit shell filled with a fragrant, fruity liquid.

It held the wine cup up to Jin's face and even let out a burp.

Jin was lost in thought and casually pushed away the fruit wine that the monkey offered.

The monkey paused for a moment, then its eyes widened, and it angrily squeaked, "Squeak, squeak!"

Not giving me face?

Jin glanced at it, frowned, and said, "Squeak squeak squeak!"

If you keep making noise, I'll kick you out.

The monkey roared in anger: "Squeak!"

Give it a try!
Upon hearing the monkey's request, Jin suddenly reached out and snatched the bowl of fruit wine, then kicked it away.

Bang.

The monkey was kicked and immediately fell head over heels off the tree trunk.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

This isn't over yet. Wait till I get up here, I'm going to fuck you to death!
"squeak."

Jin didn't take it seriously at all and made a sarcastic remark about the monkey.

The monkeys in this forest always settle disputes with their fists. If this monkey comes up again, he'll kick it again, and that will make it behave.

Whale Island.

Moro never imagined that Jin would be able to use monkey language to mingle with a group of monkeys.

He looked at the message from the blond man, smiled, and put his phone away.

"The character '神' (god) is quite interesting."

Moro then tried to control the syllables that surged from the God-character drum.

After several attempts, my proficiency in controlling the controls increased rapidly at a visible rate.

In an instant, more than a dozen clusters of thoughts intertwined in front of him, creating a jumble of afterimages.

Its power is fierce, and its speed is incredibly fast.

But with Morrow's precise control, they won't collide.

The reason he was able to do this in such a short time was because Moro had accumulated enough experience on his training path. As long as it involved emission and manipulation techniques, he could adapt and become proficient in them quickly.

Moro played for a while, but eventually got bored, so he threw the "God" character drum aside and continued practicing the other "God" character example illustrations in the book.

He practiced until sunset, and then Moro let out a long, weary sigh.

From morning till night, the mental burden is greater than the physical exertion.

"After memorizing the basic modules, the progress will be faster."

Moro carefully put away the book of words related to the word "god," thinking to himself, "Once I've memorized all the words, I can try to improve it. Then..."

Moro glanced down at the messy "God" characters on the beach, and his eyes flashed.

Jin could use the word "God" to create an extraordinary island of greed, but what he thought of was combining the word "God" with "Secret Realm".

For example, by utilizing the effects of various divine characters, one can add various abilities to the secret realm.

Ultimately, if we can use the word "divine" to solve the "teleportation" problem, then...

In a sense, the secret realm becomes an interesting instance.

It would be very interesting if he, as the controller of the instance, could forcibly teleport the "target" into the secret realm.

However, he is at most a beginner now, so thinking about these things is a bit too far ahead.

"go for meal."

Moro stopped thinking about it and headed towards Mitt's tavern.

When he arrived at the village road, Gon and Killua were just returning from the forest.

The three met on the village road.

"Moro!"

Gon saw Morrow before Killua and immediately waved and shouted.

Both of them had seen Morrow's disguise during the tests.

In addition, last night I learned from Mitt about a foreigner named Morrow who also mentioned eating 101 whole roasted pigs.

Therefore, Moro's appearance was not unexpected.

Moro was not surprised to hear Gon's shout.

"Isn't Kurt here...?"

Seeing that Killua was the only one beside Gon, the only possibility that Morrow could think of was that Silva made the same choice as in the original story, agreeing to let Killua go free.

But before agreeing, he probably made a promise with Killua that he "cannot betray his friends".

Because Silva was certain that Killua would eventually betray his friends and then obediently go home.

His confidence stemmed from the Nen needles in Killua's head.

The reason why Killua wasn't allowed to continue running out with Killua was probably because they didn't want to give Killua any help.

But there could be other reasons.

What Moro was more concerned about was how the Zoldyck would view Illumi's disappearance, knowing that the "Nen Needle effect" was still active...

In any case, unless the Zoldycks use the "Wishing Machine" to investigate the truth, they will never be able to trace it back to him.

Moro suppressed these thoughts and walked towards Gon and Killua.

He didn't ask about Kalluto, and went back to the bar with Gon and Killua.

The moment he stepped into the tavern, he noticed the strange look that Mitt was giving him.

………………

Yulubian Continent.

Inside a top-tier luxury mansion.

In the magnificent corridor stood several well-dressed men and women, but their faces showed anxiety.

They all looked at the closed door, anxiously awaiting news.

at this time.

Inside the room, on the large bed, lay an old man with a withered face and weak breathing.

Various medical instruments were placed around the bed.

Kurapika stood by the bed, his expression calm, a chain of souls hanging from his raised right hand.

He was preparing to use the "Healing Chain" ability on an elderly person suffering from a terminal illness.

This is precisely the path he has chosen.

(End of this chapter)