Starting as an inventor from Hunter x Hunter

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Mog was somewhat surprised to run into the duo of Uvogin and Machi so soon.

Although it was unexpected, it was not entirely incomprehensible.

Given Uvogin's loud and boisterous personality, it would be easy for him to find him.

Moreover, compared to the other elderly people in Meteor City and the residents he didn't know, he was the type who was easy to get along with.

Uvogin, still in Meteor City, is confronted by Chrollo leading Shalnark and Franklin to rob his territory.

They also chose to intimidate first, then take action.

Moreover, what they threw at them to stop them from escaping was the broken wooden stick in Machi's hand, not something more dangerous like a broken piece of iron.

He even engaged in a one-on-one battle of true men with Franklin.

It wasn't until Kuroro and his group of friends put on an animated film for the children of Meteor City that Uvogin began to admire him, and the two started to become friends.

In other words, Uvogin is currently just a thirteen-year-old boy who can communicate normally.

Of course, if he has any other ideas...

Although Mog's appearance is weak, his Nen ability is genuine and not just for show.

"Are you all here?"

At the doorway, Mog glanced back and saw Uvogin standing there with his arms crossed and his neck held high, along with Machi beside him.

"come in."

Before Uvogin could ask any questions, he casually opened the door and went in first.

Upon seeing this, Uvogin raised an eyebrow and remained silent for two seconds.

"Let's go in, what's the big deal?"

He chuckled and strode towards the door.

Now that we've come all this way, leaving now would make us a laughingstock.

Uvogin didn't want to hear people laugh at him the next time they met, saying things like, "You've already reached the front door, but you don't even dare to go inside."

Moreover, Machi's sixth sense has never been wrong, and he firmly believes in it.

"what the hell?!"

As soon as he entered, Uvogin immediately surveyed the interior of the house.

Upon discovering the interior was completely empty, practically devoid of anything, they couldn't help but complain:

"Machi's family has more things than you!"

"..."

Little Machi glanced at Uvogin, the big oaf, but didn't bother with him. Instead, she looked at Mog, the kid who had brought them here and who didn't know what he was going to do with them.

Although she trusts her intuition, it doesn't mean she'll completely let her guard down.

Chapter 004 [Request] and [Entrustment]

"Didn't you say there was food here and you wanted to treat us?"

Uvogin plopped down on the ground, unaware of the danger, and said in a somewhat casual tone:

"You say there's food in a place like this where there's nothing at all?"

Or perhaps...

He looked up at Mog, revealing a set of stark white teeth:

"You want to eat yourself?!"

"With your delicate skin, you're not even enough to fill my teeth!"

Mog ignored Uvogin's threats and provocations, and simply asked again:

"Are you hungry, so you need me to serve you?"

"Didn't you say there was food here and told us to come?!"

Uvogin was getting impatient: "Of course, you can say that, as long as you bring me all that good food!"

"Of course, if you were to say that what they served us was moldy, stinky bread..."

"Don't blame me for tearing... tearing your roof off!!"

Uvogin initially wanted to say he was going to flip the table, but realizing there wasn't even a decent table here, he changed his mind.

"rest assured."

Morlake said nothing more, simply focusing his mind.

Uvogin and Machi stopped talking and just stared at Mog.

Ten seconds passed just like that~~~

"that……"

Mog slowly opened his eyes, then coughed lightly:

Is there anything specifically you'd like to eat?

"What exactly do you want to eat?"

Uvogin scratched his itchy body. "What, you can conjure up whatever I want to eat right here and now?!"

"Then I'll say, if I want to eat..."

Sticky rice cake.

Machi, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, interrupting Uvogin's rambling.

This was the first time she had spoken, and the first time she had raised her head to look directly at Mog.

"Sticky rice cake..."

Uvogin smacked his lips, then remembered.

That was food they had stolen from Feitan and the Phinksnamo duo some time ago.

Feitan and Phinks, on the other hand, snatched the food from another child who had prayed devoutly in the church and received the approval of Father Lizor, who then gave him food.

On the other side of their garbage dump and ruins, there was a luxurious church building.

Inside is Father Lizor, who collects the bodies of those who die in Meteor City, prays for them, and erects tombstones for them.

The people of Meteor City didn't want to suffer while they were alive, but as a result, even their corpses were tortured after death.

Therefore, the church staff generally don't bother them.

The church also seems to have connections with the outside world, often receiving food from outside sources.

Father Lizor distributed them to the children who were praying devoutly here.

Sticky rice cake is one of them; it's sticky and chewy.

Although it didn't taste as delicious as the meat that others described, it was still quite good for this group of guys who had hardly ever eaten a proper meal.

"Sticky rice cake? I know~~~"

Mog nodded and closed his eyes again.

Well, he did receive the food request from Uvogin, which means he fulfilled his condition.

However, he overlooked another important issue.

That is, whether his magnanimity and willpower are sufficient to support his invention.

As we all know, anything that is a product of Nen ability must come from the consumption of Nen power and energy.

Only with sufficient mental strength and magnanimity can he withstand increasingly "unreasonable" and "difficult" demands.

For example, if someone were to make a "request" to Mog to destroy the world.

Therefore, the amount of mental energy and spiritual power required for Mog to invent an item that achieves this effect is enormous.

Just like it is now.

Uvogin sent a "request" to Mog that he needed food, and that would be to invent something that could create food out of thin air.

For example, the "Gourmet Tablecloth" from Doraemon is a very typical example.

The mental strength and energy required are beyond what Mog can currently sustain.

Therefore, he could only settle for second best and specify the type of food he wanted.

"You still need real skill~~~"

Mog's resolve to improve his strength, especially his telekinesis and magnanimity, was strengthened once again.

If we could use gadgets directly like some time traveler with Doraemon's "four-dimensional magic pocket," wouldn't that be so simple and easy?!

Mog sighed again.

"Perhaps we could try using [constraints and oaths] to reduce the costs of invention..."

Mog's mind was racing, and he didn't forget about inventing the "sticky rice cake" food.

Soon, as Uvogin's gaze grew increasingly bored, and he began to wonder if he was getting carried away, playing the game of spacing out with this silly boy...

Suddenly, a bright luster began to emanate from Mog's hands.

"Um?!!"

Uvogin immediately looked up, and Machi's gaze followed suit.

Under their intense gazes, the eyes that had been fixed on him suddenly narrowed.

Right before their eyes, a peculiar purple machine seemed to appear out of thin air, gradually taking shape in the empty space, right in front of Mog!

It had a chimney-shaped top and an opening at the bottom, which seemed to be a small opening for conveying the finished product.

On one side of the machine, there is a lever, which seems to be used to start the machine.

"What is this thing?!"

Uvogin's eyes widened, and he jumped to his feet.