Opening Nen

Human trafficking, organ trading.

This phenomenon is not uncommon in the world of Hunter x Hunter.

In fact, built upon this foundation, there are specialized channels and information exchange websites serving both buyers and sellers.

Countless twisted desires from buyers can be satisfied on such platforms.

If nothing unexpected happened, Moro and the others would be picked over like livestock.

Those with bad luck would have their organs harvested directly, or be turned into living statues and other decorative pieces.

Those with slightly better luck would become a buyer's kept plaything, perhaps enduring physical suffering, but at least surviving.

Moro sat cross-legged, recalling what was about to happen next.

This truck would arrive at the mental hospital in a few hours.

As for the exact time, Moro couldn't be sure, only knowing it would take at least two hours.

And after the truck reached its destination, it would be attacked by an unknown group during "unloading."

Back then, most of the livestock locked in the cage with him died in that attack.

The reason he survived was, on one hand, luck—he missed the first wave of explosions during unloading.

On the other hand, it was because of Molena's timely appearance. She took a liking to him as a buyer and somehow persuaded this organization with far-reaching influence to cancel the original organ order.

It could be said that without Molena back then, Moro would likely have been the fastest-dying transmigrator.

Now, facing this crisis again, Moro felt as if he stood at a crossroads, forced to make a choice.

Should he follow the established path and be bought out by Molena, or find a way to escape while the truck was still moving?

Moro's eyes flickered uncertainly, thinking of Chrollo and the others who had attacked him, of Dog Brother who had left his shop not long ago, and of Molena's eyes, like bottomless abysses.

But soon, Moro gathered his thoughts and made a choice.

Now, he not only understood the world he was in but also mastered the common language.

So for the early transition period, there was no need to rely on Molena's acceptance anymore.

Naturally, he couldn't just let things unfold as they were.

This time, Moro was unwilling to cross paths with Molena again.

"I need to open my pores within two hours, and if conditions allow, make my body adapt to the techniques of 'Deceptive Flying Stars'..."

Moro looked up at the rusted iron bars standing in a row.

Since he had decided to escape while the truck was moving, opening Nen was a necessary condition.

Normally, without a Nen user to guide and teach, even if one had knowledge of Nen in their mind, it would be difficult to achieve self-opening in practice.

Even if one could open Nen in a short time, mastering the subsequent techniques was another hurdle that had to be crossed.

Ten, Ren, Zetsu, Hatsu.

These are known as the Four Great Principles, the foundational Nen techniques. Under normal circumstances, Nen users spend a great deal of time and effort to consolidate and practice them.

As for those scenes where someone casually opens Nen and masters Nen techniques in a short time—the probability of that happening in reality is nearly zero.

Nen itself is an incredibly profound power.

Knowing, touching, learning, using, optimizing, mastering, refining, reaching the peak...

Every stage of interacting with Nen requires pouring in a great deal of effort and energy.

Like Gon, Killua, or the Fourth Prince of Kakin in the original story...

In reality, where are there so many genius monsters?

But now—

Moro would become one of them.

Closing his eyes, Moro meditated almost instinctively, letting his consciousness slowly settle, feeling the latent Nen aura within his body.

The more than half a year of experience he had originally played an irreplaceable role at this moment.

In just a few seconds, Moro effortlessly touched the latent Nen aura, then attempted to guide it to open his pores.

The entire process went smoothly.

Under Moro's precise control, the Nen aura inside his body flowed like a stream toward every pore.

It was as simple as eating or drinking—naturally easy...

One by one, the pores were forced open by the latent Nen aura, then surged like turbulent water, rising and falling across Moro's body.

"Good."

Moro opened his eyes, looking down at his hands glowing with white light.

The Nen aura gushing out from his body was like a runaway horse, wildly charging and escaping.

Given Moro's current physical state, if he didn't stop it, he would likely collapse from exhaustion within ten minutes.

But that was clearly a minor issue.

Moro moved a thought, and smoothly and naturally used the "Ten" technique, wrapping these wildly escaping Nen around the surface of his body, suppressing the intense drain.

Even simpler than expected...

Opening Nen and using the Four Great Principles with no difficulty at all, Moro's mood immediately grew more settled.

Successfully opening Nen meant he had grasped the weapon representing the initiative.

Next, all he had to do was create a disturbance when the time was right, forcing the driver to stop the truck.

Moro reached out and gripped the rusted iron railing in his palm.

Inside the truck's cab.

In the driver's seat sat a slovenly middle-aged man.

Perhaps because the mountain road was rough and difficult to traverse, the man's expression was very focused as he drove.

In the passenger seat was a young man with a lazy demeanor and a crew cut, slumped entirely in his seat as if trying to melt into the chair.

But if one paid attention to the crew-cut young man's eyes, they would notice his gaze never settled on one spot, constantly shifting between the rearview mirror and several monitor displays.

Staying alert and observant at all times seemed to be his duty.

"Huh?"

The crew-cut young man's gaze swept across a monitor hanging diagonally from the truck ceiling, and he suddenly let out a surprised grunt.

The middle-aged man responsible for driving heard the sound and instinctively asked, "Something wrong?"

"..."

The crew-cut young man didn't answer right away, instead staring intently at the image on the monitor.

In that image, Moro's figure was unmistakably present.

"How is that possible...?!"

Through the real-time feed on the monitor, the crew-cut young man saw Moro open Nen within a few seconds and directly master the "Ten" technique.

Instantly, his eyes widened, his former laziness vanishing, replaced by an incredulous look as if he'd seen a ghost.

Opening Nen on his own in a few seconds was already beyond the crew-cut young man's understanding, let alone mastering the "Ten" technique at lightning speed right after.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the crew-cut young man simply wouldn't have believed his own eyes.

As for the possibility of hiding his true skill...

Impossible.

These pigs had extremely high human value, specially supplied to those high-ranking officials and nobles, so every single one had been handled by him personally, and he knew their backgrounds inside and out.

The slovenly middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the crew-cut young man's reaction, frowning. "Zazan, what's going on?"

"Stop the car!"

Zazan barely suppressed the turmoil in his heart, offered no explanation, and ordered the middle-aged man to stop in a tone that brooked no argument.

Trusting in Zazan's ability, the middle-aged man, though puzzled, immediately hit the brakes.

Zazan fished a pistol out of the storage compartment and tossed it to the middle-aged man. Then, ignoring the man's shifting expression, he pushed open the door, jumped out, and quickly walked toward the back of the cargo compartment.

The middle-aged man gripped the gun, watched Zazan's movements, silently released the safety, then followed suit, getting out and heading toward the back of the cargo compartment from the other side.

Inside the cargo compartment.

Seeing the truck suddenly stop, Moro took the opportunity to forcibly pry the rusted iron bar apart.

Creak, creak--

The sound of the iron bar bending immediately drew the attention of the other pigs.

They followed the noise and looked over, their minds going blank.