Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

At the edge of the continent of Yurubian lies a land forgotten by the world.

All the world's garbage, abandoned dreams, and living things that have been accidentally left behind are piled up here.

It's called Meteor Street, a place even God avoids when throwing away his cigarette butt.

So, whatever strange things happen here—a Lin Daiyu falling from the sky, or a time traveler crawling out of a garbage dump?

The world doesn't even bother to glance at this place.

"Phew... I finally figured it out, hello~"

Deep within the "mountain view house" made of scrap metal, rags, and expired canned goods, in a crooked wooden hut, a boy with a youthful face but exaggerated eyeliner raises his pinky finger and gently pats his chest.

"Hunter x Hunter, Yurubian Continent, Meteor City..."

He looked down at the life energy slowly overflowing from his palm, flowing like pink smoke, his tone rising and falling, as if he were chanting an aria:

"And this lingering, tender Nen ability~"

von Clay, the soul currently residing in this body...

I never imagined that just a moment ago I was in my apartment showing off my new invention, the "Ladyboy's Happiness Cup," to the camera...

The next moment, a bus that seemed to have wandered out of some film set sent him and his makeup flying into this dangerous world.

"Although I know the plot of this world by heart, and my body has been rejuvenated into a delicate young age, well..."

A bulging vein popped out on his forehead.

"I absolutely do not want to transmigrate here and risk my life!!"

In his past life, he was all alone, and with his quirky inventions and flamboyant performances, he became a somewhat famous "invention-themed transvestite streamer" on the internet.

I just saved up enough money to buy my little apartment on the eighth floor, ready to promote the aesthetics of ladyboys, but... the stage has been completely changed.

"However," he thought for a moment, then blinked his eyes, which were covered in false eyelashes, at the air:

"Since I'm already here, and they're even giving me a free Nen ability, I guess I'm not at too much of a loser~"

He held his breath and focused his consciousness into his body.

There, an ability that resonated perfectly with his soul was flashing with an incredibly flamboyant light.

Nen Ability: [Transvestite Inventor]

Introduction: Whenever you sense someone's genuine "desire"—whether it's in the form of a request, a plea, or a cry for help.

They can then invent creations from all the heavens and the myriad worlds, full of surprises or horrors.

Ability Effect:

1. [A master's wardrobe is never complete without a new garment]:

Every invention is based on learning from and integrating existing knowledge.

The items I invent will perfectly inherit the styles, principles, and quirky tastes of "inventors" from different worlds, drawing on the strengths of many to outshine all others.

II. [Inventions are not divided by camp, but packaging depends on the occasion]:

The specific "genius" from whom an invention originated depends on the client's circumstances and the purpose of the invention.

Whether it's a rescue or a prank, a helping hand in times of need or adding to someone's already good fortune, it will all inspire different camps!

"So, in other words, someone has to 'beg' me to activate my ability to feed the minions?"

Von Clay suddenly realized, and cupped his face in his hands:

"I know this guy so well! Whatever the top spender in my stream wanted, I'd find a way to make it for him, right?"

"Fulfilling your wishes is my duty!"

He was very satisfied with the first result.

My little skill is enough to fool netizens, but if I really want to make a living in Meteor Street, I'll have to rely on the big shots from all the worlds to send me dreams.

The second result made him feel that it made even more sense.

Just like him, Bon Clay, he can both wear a swan dress and dance ballet to send Luffy off to sea, and transform into Magellan to open the gates of justice.

What good or evil can an object itself possess? It all depends on who wears it and when it's used!

"So right now..."

He rubbed his rumbling stomach, looking worried.

"I need to find another unfortunate soul who's just as starving as they are, to come and beg me to conjure up some food..."

This place is teeming with hungry ghosts.

But finding someone you can trust and who's willing to "commission" you? That's as difficult as getting Uvogin to quietly finish embroidering a flower.

"I'm so worried, you little brat!"

A sudden commotion outside interrupted his self-pity.

He tiptoed, like a curious cat, peeking through the crack in the door.

At the top of the garbage mountain stands a dark, tower-like figure.

A boy with an afro, bare-chested, muscular build roared at the scattering crowd below the mountain:

"You bunch of thieving vermin! How dare you run wild on my Woking turf!"

"Hand over the stuff, and I'll give you a quick death!"

"Or I'll smash you into mincemeat, then resurrect and smash you ten more times!!"

Beside him, a little girl with pinkish-purple hair was squatting...

He waved a broken wooden stick expressionlessly in an attempt to increase his intimidation, but unfortunately, the effect was practically zero.

The crowd below the mountain fled while turning back to laugh:

"Hahaha, that idiot Uvogin! What territory does Meteor City even have?"

"Your brain must be all muscle!"

"Run! Run! Don't let this idiot get involved!"

Uvogin was so angry that he roared and charged down the mountain.

But like a bull charging into a quagmire, it caught none and could only sit on the garbage heap, panting and sulking.

He turned his head and saw a small, thin figure peeking through the crack in the door.

That kid even had makeup on? Uvogin was even angrier:

"What are you looking at! Never been beaten before? Get lost!"

Bon Clay blinked, his gaze shifting between the irritable Uvogin and the quiet, doll-like young Machi beside him.

He adjusted a skirt that wasn't actually there...

She pushed open the door and walked forward with ballet-like light steps.

A dazzling smile bloomed on her face, and she asked in a clear voice with a unique ending tone:

"Gentlemen, are you hungry? Perhaps I can help you~"

For Uvogin, the fact that a group of outsiders had barged into what he considered his territory and even stole things was enough to infuriate him.

What's even more frustrating is that he didn't catch a single one; those slippery guys got away.

Just when he was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it...

A skinny boy with strange makeup walked over with light, airy steps...

She blinked and asked:

"Are you two hungry?"

Uvogin was so angry he almost laughed.

"Hungry? Of course I'm hungry! I'm so hungry I could swallow a whole tin-skinned pig from a mountain of garbage!"

He raised his head, his fierce gaze slicing through the crowd like a knife, a grotesque grin spreading across his lips.

"Right now, what I crave most is a reckless little snack like you!"

"I see~"

Far from being intimidated, von Clay tapped his chin with his pinky finger, feigning sudden realization:

"Since you're hungry, come with me, my love."

He turned around gracefully, imagining the hem of his swan-like dress tracing a small arc:

"Perhaps I can find a way to fill your stomachs."