Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

Explore the infinite categories of the universe; there's bound to be one that suits you.

Pjorn didn't seem to care at all; instead, he took out his phone.

Have you received a strange text message about "chat rooms"?

"have."

Porter is always straightforward in his answers to questions.

One is one, two is two, absolutely no beating around the bush, extremely rigorous.

"So how did you handle it?"

Pjorn fired off a barrage of questions in quick succession:

"Did you press the button above?"

"Were they forced to go inside too?!"

I didn't order it.

Potter looked at her very calmly:

"When it comes to the unknown, we should observe first and then take action."

He has always maintained a rigorous and serious work ethic, especially when dealing with unfamiliar or unknown things.

"Then what?!"

Pjorn immediately followed up with a question.

"Then after waiting for five seconds, it automatically redirected to the next screen where you had already agreed."

Potter crossed his arms over his chest.

"Even if I do nothing, it will still proceed based on the option that 'I have agreed'."

Did you press the 'back' button?

Pjorn stared intently at Porter.

She came here mainly to get information from Potter that she wasn't the only one who had been infected, that there were others like her, and that she wasn't the only victim and unlucky one!

If even Porter gets infected~

That means it's not my fault for being stupid; it's simply that the other party was too cunning.

However~

"Press the 'back' button? Why would you press it?"

Instead, Porter raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat strangely at Pjorn, who was staring at him with a hint of expectation.

"Um?"

Porter's question surprised Pjorn.

"If you don't click, then it will enter..."

Pjorn then proceeded to explain in detail what had just happened on his phone screen.

Potter just listened quietly until Pjorn finished speaking.

"We won't go in."

Potter said calmly to Pjorn.

"The medium through which they enter the interface is a mobile phone, so..."

He glanced at the trash can next to him.

Pjorn's gaze unconsciously followed.

Then, she saw it~

"What is this??"

Pjorn stared in astonishment at the shards in the trash can.

"My phone fragments."

Porter's tone was very flat.

"When I noticed the first signs of this abnormality, I nipped it in the bud."

Pjorn: "..."

So, your idea of ​​nipping a problem in the bud means crushing the phone along with it?!

As expected of Potter, such a meticulous attitude and style in handling matters...

Pjorn was truly convinced.

This way, the bait won't be taken, and the risk can be avoided to the greatest extent possible...

Pjorn was thinking this when he suddenly paused.

Upon seeing this, Potter stood up abruptly and silently distanced himself from her.

Pjorn: "???"

"What do you mean by that?!"

"Judging from your tone, you've already been pulled into that 'chat room' or something."

Porter's tone remained as calm as ever:

"Then it's best if we keep a certain distance from each other."

"That way, I won't be affected by any potential danger emanating from your phone."

"You've already been infected, so it's best not to spread the danger further."

Upon hearing these words, Pjorn immediately turned red.

Isn't this basically saying that she's already uselessly infected and shouldn't drag others into it?!

Although Potter might not have meant to look down on or mock him in any other way.

But it was precisely this serious and pure perspective that made Pjorn even more unable to stand it.

So, I'm the one who's holding everyone back?!

"I just don't believe it..."

Pion was so angry that he pulled out his brick-moving phone right there.

Seeing that Potter's eyes were becoming even more wary and he was furious, he retreated directly outside the door.

"I'm going to see what this so-called 'chat room' is all about!!!"

She stormed back to her office and began going through the information.

What comes into view is the following passage:

Welcome to the "Chat Room," where you can discuss interesting topics with other users around the world.

[Please first read a short story provided by user "Dr. Heimerdinger"]

Pjorn observed the unfolding scene with a cold eye.

Especially after she saw that user "Heimerdinger", she pretty much knew~

"This guy is the real mastermind, isn't he?!"

She hated him so much she gritted her teeth.

"I'd like to see what tricks you're up to!!"

Since I've already been infected, I might as well just go down this path to the bitter end!

However~

"You come and see, then write it down for me!!"

Pjorn wasn't stupid after all; he rushed straight into another office next door.

They pulled over one of the staff members who was still working overtime.

In this world, there are all sorts of strange and wonderful Nen abilities.

If one of the conditions for activating the other party's Nen ability is that they must read the entire story themselves.

Wouldn't that mean I've fallen right into their trap?!

She, Pjorn, wouldn't fall for that kind of trick!

"So all I need to do is let someone else read that story, and then write it for me!!"

Pjorn placed the paper and pen directly in front of the bewildered staff member:

Write it for me!!

The staff member was immediately startled, and then quickly wrote down the story on the phone where he was moving bricks.

Pjorn looked over and saw that the title of the story at the top was:

The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe.

"Is 'The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe' a story about axes?"

Just as Pjorn's mind began to wander, in another office next door...

"A fable-like short story?"

One of them, with striking blond hair and a gentle smile always on his lips, sat calmly in his seat, looking at the board in front of him.

A professional hunter wrote down the contents of his mobile phone, which he used for manual labor, on it.

"A short story from a so-called 'chat room'?"

Pariston Hill, a senior staff member of the Hunter Association who has yet to become vice president and is one of the future "Rat" of the twelve earthly branches, is currently reading a short story he received from one of his affiliated hunters.

The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe.

In this world, there are all sorts of strange and wonderful Nen abilities.

If one of the conditions for activating the other party's Nen ability is that they must read the entire story themselves.

Wouldn't that mean I've fallen right into their trap?!

She, Pjorn, wouldn't fall for that kind of trick!

"So all I need to do is let someone else read that story, and then write it for me!!"

Pjorn placed the paper and pen directly in front of the bewildered staff member:

Write it for me!!

The staff member was immediately startled, and then quickly wrote down the story on the phone where he was moving bricks.

Pjorn looked over and saw that the title of the story at the top was:

The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe.

"Is 'The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe' a story about axes?"

Just as Pjorn's mind began to wander, in another office next door...

"A fable-like short story?"

One of them, with striking blond hair and a gentle smile always on his lips, sat calmly in his seat, looking at the board in front of him.

A professional hunter wrote down the contents of his mobile phone, which he used for manual labor, on it.

"A short story from a so-called 'chat room'?"

Pariston Hill, a senior staff member of the Hunter Association who has yet to become vice president and is one of the future "Rat" of the twelve earthly branches, is currently reading a short story he received from one of his affiliated hunters.

The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe.