Where to Go

The mountain path twisted and turned, rugged and uneven.

Moro walked for about an hour without encountering a single person.

He looked up at the sky; there should still be two or three hours until sunset.

Time-wise, it was barely sufficient.

But it was best to leave this sparsely populated area before the sun went down.

Because the undeveloped wilderness of this world was often filled with lethal threats.

And most of those threats came from all kinds of bizarre creatures that could easily kill a human.

In such a region, without specialized knowledge to fall back on, even a Nen user might lose their life in some deep mountain forest.

Ever since his transmigration, Moro had basically thrown himself headfirst into human society, which was full of opportunities, and rarely ventured into the wilderness.

He hadn't even visited a single natural scenic area that had already been developed by humans.

But that didn't stop him from maintaining a sense of reverence.

After a brief rest of a few minutes, Moro continued down the mountain path, thinking over his next plan as he walked.

First, he had to solve the identity problem...

From the moment he was locked in that transport truck's cage, a death certificate had been forcibly issued for him.

Thus, all his data in the identity database vanished along with that death certificate.

Back then, Molena had helped him get a new identity; now, he had to figure it out himself.

But it shouldn't be too difficult.

Having spent over half a year in Yorknew City, he knew that many things could be solved with money.

"600,000 Jenny... I wonder if that'll be enough."

The money he'd taken from the two corpses wasn't much, but for Moro right now, it was crucial.

Even if that amount wasn't enough to get an ID, Moro could use it as starting capital to turn a profit as best he could.

He patted his bulging pocket lightly, looking into the far distance where faint wisps of cooking smoke were barely visible.

Solving the identity problem was the top priority at hand, since using high-efficiency transportation like airships would definitely require identification.

To Moro now, time was essentially life.

So he had to make sure he didn't waste a single second.

After sorting out the identity issue, there were two places he could go.

One was Heaven's Arena. There, he could earn prize money and make up for his shortcomings in combat experience.

In the process of challenging for the Floor Master position, he'd likely run into competitors with malicious intent.

And most of those competitors were Nen users trying to leech win points off newcomers.

For the sake of status and money, these people had no morals or humanity; resorting to any means was par for the course.

If Moro ran into them, he naturally wouldn't hold back.

After all, one Nen user equaled one level, which was very important to him.

The other place was Yorknew City.

Moro was very familiar with it. With a bit of starting capital, he could turn a profit in a short time and solve his money problems.

Of course, more importantly, he needed to spend money to acquire antiques or handmade artworks imbued with Nen, to see if the Annual Rings could still gather energy.

But even if they could continue gathering energy, compared to that slow process, Moro would still focus on leveling up and getting stronger.

Two places.

No matter which path he chose, the final destination was the same.

To kill Feitan within a year.

Moro pondered, unable to make a decision for a moment, and then considered something very important.

Information channels—

The prerequisite for killing Feitan was being able to find Feitan.

According to the original story's timeline, when the Phantom Troupe was first formed, they committed every evil imaginable to establish their reputation and make a name for themselves.

All kinds of shocking criminal incidents were their handiwork.

This style of conduct and brutal methods quickly turned them into a notorious Class-A criminal organization, giving them considerable deterrent power.

Soon after, the information that the Phantom Troupe originated from Meteor City naturally became widely known.

People's fear and dread of the Phantom Troupe gradually spread to Meteor City.

That was precisely one of Chrollo's motives for creating the Phantom Troupe.

To make the world fear and dread the Phantom Troupe, and then extend that perception to Meteor City, thereby creating a layer of protection for Meteor City.

The Phantom Troupe was dedicated to this.

But beyond that, the Phantom Troupe still had one thing they had to accomplish.

To avenge their childhood friend, Sarasa.

Led by Chrollo, the Phantom Troupe waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, eventually killing the culprit who had tortured Sarasa to death six years ago.

After that, the Phantom Troupe's rampage eased to a certain degree.

They no longer committed crimes and murders as frequently, and the frequency of the entire group gathering and acting together visibly declined.

Eventually, the Phantom Troupe didn't even assemble for three years.

The members scattered, each acting on their own, like stones dropped into the sea—hard to track down.

Based on this, Moro had to consider the importance of intelligence channels.

Otherwise, even if he trained himself to the point where he could kill Feitan, if he couldn't find Feitan in the end, it would all be for nothing.

As Moro's thoughts delved deeper, he couldn't help but think back to that rain-soaked night thick with murderous intent.

Why had the Phantom Troupe come after him...

He didn't know.

Now that he had chosen a different path, he couldn't be sure whether Chrollo and the others would go to Yorknew City a year from now.

He'd keep "this piece of intelligence" as a fallback.

If conditions allowed, Moro would naturally prefer a one-on-one fight with Feitan.

So intelligence channels were necessary.

They would let him find Feitan when he was acting alone.

And intelligence, in the Hunter world, was incredibly expensive.

"I'll go to Yorknew City."

Realizing the importance of intelligence channels, Moro finally decided to head to Yorknew first.

He was going to pick up bargains and accumulate wealth as quickly as possible.

Besides, after he'd established himself in Yorknew back then, he'd heard stories of someone snagging a huge deal, or someone else setting up a scheme to swindle a collector out of a top-tier treasure.

Moro could rely entirely on this future intelligence to intercept some priceless treasures.

That way, he could both quickly build up funds for intelligence channels and verify the current functionality of the Annual Rings.

Half a month later.

Yorknew City, Sewer Street, Rat Alley.

The slightly damp alley wasn't littered with much trash, but the air still carried a foul odor.

It was late at night, deep in the alley, where a few yellow lamps barely allowed for sight.

Moro stood at a T-junction, holding a briefcase in his hand.

Tap-tap—

Footsteps came from the shadows.

A masked man in tight, concealing clothes slowly emerged from the dim light, constantly scanning his surroundings, looking extremely furtive.

Upon seeing Moro, the masked man's wary gaze quickly swept over the case in Moro's hand, then he slowly walked over.

Arriving in front of Moro, the masked man untied a long object wrapped in black cloth from his back and handed it to Moro.

"You can inspect the goods, but the money comes first."

The masked man's voice was hoarse. He paused, then added, "I'll only wait one minute."

"Fine."

Moro tossed the briefcase at the man's feet, then took the long object, pulled off the black cloth, revealing a red-and-white katana wreathed in Nen.

Seeing the smoke-like Nen emanating from the katana, Moro nodded in satisfaction.

He had arrived in Yorknew a week ago, but hadn't expected resolving the identity card issue to be more troublesome than anticipated.

So he set aside the identity problem for now and went to the street stalls to hunt for bargains.

In less than a week, he had earned over twenty million Jenny.

But he didn't use that money to solve the identity issue. Instead, he immediately sought out the masked man to buy this high-value katana of dubious origin.

If he could successfully flip it...

Then he'd rake in over a billion Jenny in one go.