Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

Ok? !

Uvogin couldn't help but raise his thick, dark eyebrows and glance at the thin figure a few more times.

He had lived in Meteor City for thirteen years and this was the first time he had ever heard of someone voluntarily sharing food.

Such people are either hopelessly stupid or malicious.

A fool wouldn't survive more than three days in Meteor City.

This strange kid who suddenly appeared in front of me...

Uvogin's eyes gradually turned like those of a wild beast eyeing its prey.

"What? Didn't you say you were hungry?"

Von Clay turned around and met Uvogin's unfriendly gaze.

He put his hands on his hips, trying to look imposing:

"Don't worry, I have no interest in your muscles, and even less interest in your lives."

"If you're scared, you're welcome to turn around and leave. I won't force you."

After saying that, he actually tiptoed and swayed towards his crooked little house...

She was humming an off-key ballet tune.

Uvogin stared in the direction von Clay had left, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Suddenly, a broken wooden stick was placed in front of him.

"Although the invitation was quite unexpected..."

Uvogin spoke, a calmness that seemed out of place with his rugged appearance:

"But I didn't sense any direct malice. What do you think, Machi?"

He looked at his silent companion beside him.

Uvogin's ability to survive in Meteor City is not solely due to his muscles.

The reckless fool has long since become part of the garbage dump.

Machi's delicate face, covered in dust but still radiating beauty, remained calm. She shook her head and put down the stick.

"Your sixth sense is never wrong."

Uvogin's brow relaxed, and he grinned, a smile that mixed curiosity and defiance:

"Let's go! Let's see what that weird kid is up to!"

"They can't really be treating us to a fancy meal, can they?"

He dusted himself off, got up, and swaggered after them.

Machi remained silent, trailing behind him like a small shadow.

Bon Clay was a little surprised to run into a future member of the Phantom Troupe so soon, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

Uvogin's loud voice and conspicuous size made him as easy to spot as a searchlight in the dark in Meteor City.

Compared to the deep-thinking veterans of Meteor City, Uvogin at this time was, in some ways, a bit "simple".

At least, he would yell a warning before robbing something.

"Everyone's here?"

At the doorway, von Clay turned around and looked at Uvogin, who had his arms crossed and chin held high.

And beside him, young Machi, who was as quiet as a doll.

"Please come in, hey~"

Before Wojkin could ask any questions, he pushed open the creaking, broken door and gestured for him to enter.

Uvogin scoffed:

"Come on in, I'm not afraid of you!"

He strode in.

If he backs down now that they're already at the door, what will become of Uglynn's reputation?

Moreover, he trusted March's intuition.

"What the hell?!"

After entering the room, Uvogin quickly scanned the surroundings and then let out a merciless sneer:

"Your house is cleaner than my fist! Machi has collected more junk than you!"

Little Machi glanced silently at Uvogin, too lazy to bother with this big, loose-tongued goofball...

Her gaze fell on von Clay, scrutinizing him.

Just because you instinctively didn't call the police doesn't mean you can let your guard down.

"Hey, didn't you say there would be food?"

Uvogin plopped down on the ground, and after realizing there was no danger, his tone became even more casual, even a little mocking:

"Where's the stuff? It wasn't you, was it? With your skinny frame, you'd be so skinny you wouldn't even have enough meat to fill a tooth gap!"

Von Clay ignored his teasing, but simply confirmed again, his tone carrying a strange formality:

"You're hungry, so you need me to 'entertain' you, right? It's a 'request,' isn't it?"

"nonsense!"

Uvogin waved his hand impatiently:

"You're the one who called us here! Hurry up and bring out the good food! If you dare try to fool me with moldy bread..."

He looked around and found there wasn't even a table, so he had to change his mind:

"I'll rip your lousy roof off!"

"Don't worry, my 'hospitality' will definitely exceed your expectations~"

Von Clay closed his eyes and focused his mind on his body.

Uvogin and Machi exchanged a glance, then simply crossed their arms and watched him perform.

A dozen seconds passed, and the only sound inside the room was the wind blowing from the distant garbage mountain.

Von Clay slowly opened his eyes and coughed lightly:

"Um... is there anything you two would like to eat? Be more specific!"

"specific?"

Uvogin picked at his ear:

"You can conjure up anything I want to eat? Then I want to eat..."

Sticky rice cake.

Machi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke, her voice clear but without much inflection.

She looked up and met von Clay's gaze for the first time.

"Sticky rice cake..."

Wokin smacked his lips, recalling the taste from not long ago.

They stole it from Feitan and Finks, those two motorcycle lunatics, and Feitan and his friends got it from the church.

Inside the relatively intact church at the other end of Meteor City.

Father Lizor would sometimes distribute mysterious foods from the outside world, and sticky rice cakes were one of them.

It was sticky and sweet, a taste of heaven for them who dealt with decaying matter year after year.

"Sticky rice cake? I understand~"

Von Klay nodded and closed his eyes again.

He did receive the thought "needs food" from Uvogin, which triggered his Nen ability, "Lamborghini Inventor."

But then he discovered an embarrassing problem: his "capacity," or rather his "mental strength," was too low!

This is like a genius chef receiving an order for a Manchu Han Imperial Feast, only to find that there is only a scallion and half a spoonful of salt in the kitchen.

His ability works by responding to "desires" and "inventing" items...

However, the scale and complexity of the invention were clearly limited by the strength of his own mental power.

If he were to conjure up an endless supply of food out of thin air, with his current skill level, he'd probably be exhausted just from making a single steamed bun.

Therefore, he needs more specific and "smaller" requests to reduce the "cost" of invention.

Machi's desired "sticky rice cake" is a perfect target.

"Strength, oh strength, I need to get stronger quickly too..."

Von Clay sighed inwardly, but continued to move.

He tried to weave and guide his mental power, imagining the concept of "sticky rice cake"...

And he added a layer of "constraints" that he himself understood to be insignificant:

This is my first invention, and I only use it to entertain friends.

He didn't know if it would work, but it couldn't hurt to give it a try.

Just as Uvogin was getting so engrossed in waiting that he was about to yawn and start to wonder if he'd been tricked by a lunatic...

Suddenly, a soft light shone from von Klay's hands.

The light wasn't dazzling, but it had a strange quality that seemed to distort reality.