Hunter x Hunter: Call Me Master Inventor

"But! You want me to abandon my dignity and beg you in a lowly manner?!"

Stop dreaming!!!

Uvogin clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"I'm telling you, I'll never be able to eat sticky rice cake again..."

I'd rather starve to death, die outside, or jump off a mountain of garbage than come back to beg you!!!

These words were spoken with unwavering conviction and great force.

However, when it reached von Clay's ears...

Why does that sound familiar?

And usually, guys who set such flags end up...

"Let's go, Machi!"

Uvogin, fuming, grabbed Machi and headed straight for the door.

But before pushing open the door, he paused, and without turning his head, said:

"We've remembered the sticky rice cake you treated us to."

"Serving people this kind of food in Meteor City, whatever your purpose, we still end up eating it."

He turned his head and glanced at von Clay out of the corner of his eye:

"If you ever encounter any trouble you can't handle in the future, you can come to me for help!"

"My Uncle Ukrainian would never say 'no'!"

boom!

The door was pushed open forcefully and then slammed shut again.

Uvogin, pulling the silent Machi along, disappeared into the shadows of the garbage mountain without looking back.

One minute von Klay told him to "beg" him, the next minute he turned the tables and told von Klay to "beg" him instead.

"Young man, you're really competitive!"

von Clay smiled and shook his head:

"However, it does fit the hotheaded personality of an enhancement-type user."

He was in no hurry.

In Meteor City, he has no shortage of time and opportunities.

"It's only 1983, the kids in the tour group are still playing in the mud, take your time~"

"Haste makes waste!"

To be honest, he's actually starting to miss Mapo Tofu with white rice.

"Once I'm a bit stronger, I'll have bread, and I'll have Mapo Tofu too..."

Von Clay sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

A faint aura began to emanate from his body, swirling around him like a pink mist.

The transvestite inventor's abilities are powerful and magical, but the energy expenditure is also terrifying.

What he's figuring out now is how to use "constraints and oaths" to add conditions to his abilities, thereby reducing the consumption of resources.

Several ideas gradually took shape in my mind, and I needed to try them one by one.

While Von Klay was engrossed in his research, on the other side of the garbage mountain...

"What an annoying, arrogant guy! He actually made us beg him..."

Uvogin walked ahead, muttering curses under his breath:

"It's just a few pieces of sticky rice cake! Who hasn't eaten it before!"

"I thought he was a decent guy, but he's just like those bastards who steal things!"

Machi, who was following behind, kept thinking about the wish-fulfilling sticky rice cake machine and the entire set of planting equipment.

Those creations that appeared out of nowhere and had strange functions deeply attracted her curiosity.

How exactly were they "invented"? That power...

boom!

Machi, lost in thought, was caught off guard and bumped into Uvogin's back, who had suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?"

She staggered backward and looked up to ask.

Uvogin was seen gritting his teeth, his eyes fixed intently ahead—

Beside the garbage dump on their territory, three familiar figures were moving about.

Machi peeked out and saw the three people clearly.

Uvogin took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and then roared deafeningly in that direction:

"Kuro...ro...!!!"

"You bunch of bastards, daring to steal from my territory again!"

"No matter what I say today, you're all staying here!!!"

Before his roar had even faded, he was already charging down the mountain like a runaway chariot.

The three people below who were rummaging through things looked up when they heard the sound.

"Wow! It's Uvogin!"

"What's he doing here? He's usually not here at this time!"

"And didn't he just finish chasing another group of people? How come he's back so quickly?!"

Uvogin's roar was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing the three figures below to tremble.

They immediately stuffed the things they had just found into their arms and skillfully scattered in different directions to escape.

Running at the front was a slender boy with delicate features.

A hint of doubt flickered across his face:

Based on his understanding of Uvogin's activity patterns, Uvogin should have already returned to his dilapidated lair to rest at this time.

The reason I failed several times before was mostly because I ran into that little girl, Machi.

That girl seemed to have a strange intuition; she could always sense their arrival.

But no matter what, if you're discovered, run away—that's the ironclad rule.

They knew this retreat route by heart; they were clearly repeat offenders.

"Stop right there! You bunch of thieves!!"

Uvogin, with his fiery temper, took off in pursuit, his long legs moving at an astonishing speed.

"Wow! Uvogin is catching up!"

Among the trio, a blond boy with a missing front tooth but whose handsome features were still undeniable called out.

"Strange, why does he have so much energy today?"

The handsome young man running at the front frowned slightly.

"Now is not the time to discuss this! I'll stay and stop him!"

The last boy, the tallest and most resolute-looking, suddenly stopped and turned around...

Facing the charging Uvogin head-on, he showed the responsibility of an elder brother.

"It's you again, Franklin!"

Uvogin grinned maliciously, his speed increasing rather than decreasing:

"None of you are getting away today!"

"Kuroro, Chrollo, and you—you're all coming back here!"

"Dream on!"

Franklin roared back without backing down.

In the past, when the trio was caught by Uvogin, Franklin would stay behind to cover their retreat.

Using his age and physical advantages, he entangled Uvogin, giving Chrollo and Shalnark time to escape.

The two usually fight to a standstill, with neither able to gain the upper hand for a while.

"Kuroro, Chrollo, you two go first!"

Franklin got into position, staring intently at Uvogin as he charged forward.

"that……"

A weak voice came from the swordsman behind him:

"It seems... we can't leave."

Franklin instinctively turned around and saw a dilapidated motorcycle, almost falling apart, lying across the road in front of Kuroro and the Chrollo.

On the car seat, two figures, one tall and one short, sat lazily, their eyes fixed on Kuroro with a playful gaze.

"Yo, little Clow~"

In the driver's seat, the thug with patched clothes, spiky hair, and no eyebrows greeted them in a cocky tone:

"Looks like you've found something good this time?"

He raised his eyelids slightly:

"We're much more 'friendly' than that idiot Uvogin."

"Just hand over the stuff obediently! I promise..."

"I'll return it to you later!"

As he spoke, he revealed a smile that he thought was "kind," but was actually sinister.

On the back of the motorcycle, there was a short guy with messy, frizzy hair...

At this moment, he was carrying a worn-out baseball bat that was longer than his height on his shoulder. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were fierce and he exuded an aura of "I'll beat you up if you don't like it."