Becoming a Gadget Master Starting with Hunter x Hunter

With a creak, Morin's head poked out from inside.

"It's not mealtime yet, is it?"

As he spoke, Morin, dressed in a work uniform, jumped out of the Canned Goods Studio.

The Canned Goods Studio was the first item Morin had drawn in the last three days.

Item: Canned Goods Studio.

Effect: Possesses the environment of a studio, with a time flow ratio of one hour inside to one day outside, convenient for students who don't have time to work or haven't finished studying for exams. This item was specially prepared by Doraemon for Gian's sister when her submission deadline arrived but her manga wasn't finished.

Inside, there was also a dedicated work uniform, at least saving Morin from wearing his tattered hemp clothing.

The whole outfit was very comfortable, casual, stylish, and fit perfectly. Seeing him in it would make anyone's eyes light up and exclaim:

"Handsome boy!"

Besides the work uniform, it went without saying that the studio provided an office and study environment. The most important thing, however, was the time flow that differed from the outside world! Spending a day inside the Canned Goods Studio meant only an hour had passed outside!!

And for Morin, who was still developing, what he needed was time!!

This Canned Goods Studio perfectly compensated for his lack in this regard.

From the first day until now, the third day, Morin hadn't stepped outside once.

022 Trouble Has Occurred [Thanks to cwkOOO and wwetyuj for the rewards!!]

Machi had also spent some time training inside the Canned Goods Studio, but for her, she couldn't train as madly as Morin.

She would occasionally go out to check if Uvogin and Nobunaga had come looking for them again.

Only during meal times would she return to the Canned Goods Studio punctually.

As for Morin, after obtaining this item, his training in the studio had been non-stop.

Twenty-four hours a day, even essential physiological needs like eating and sleeping were taken care of within the Canned Goods Studio, making them practically negligible.

In summary, over these past three days, up to the present moment, he had trained for a total of sixty-six hours.

Exchanging this within the Canned Goods Studio meant that, in terms of time conversion, he had trained for a full sixty-six days!!

For sixty-six days, he had trained relentlessly, relying on the knowledge of Nen he had acquired from anime, neglecting food and sleep.

He could clearly sense the improvement in his strength and the growth of his aura capacity.

Since transmigrating to this world, Morin's body had not only returned to his youthful years, but his talent also seemed to have been enhanced.

Over these past two months, he could clearly feel that the speed of his cultivation and improvement was rapidly increasing.

"Perhaps my current talent is even a sliver stronger than Gon and Killua's?"

Morin had even had such thoughts while training.

And after his sixty-six days of training concluded, he discovered that his Nen had already reached a considerable level.

"At least I should be able to walk around outside without provoking any powerful individuals."

He stretched his arms. "If I compare myself to Gon training at Heavens Arena, my current strength should be a bit greater than when the original Gon fought Hisoka."

"This is already quite good. Their fight was in July, Gon learned Nen in March, so that's exactly four months."

"And I spent just over two months to surpass him, and without Wing's guidance, relying solely on my own exploration, I've achieved this level of strength, even stronger than this Child of the World with his protagonist's halo."

"However, it's also evident that I do lack a suitable guide, either an excellent teacher or an item related to this aspect."

These thoughts flashed through Morin's mind one by one.

They also clarified what he needed to do in the future.

"You've grown taller."

Machi sized him up.

Two months of training had also caused Morin's height to start developing.

"You too, right?"

Morin thought to himself.

Speaking of which, Machi was only eleven or twelve when the Phantom Troupe was formed, yet she looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school student in terms of height.

Her development was truly incredible.

"The only drawback is that what should be developing hasn't developed yet."

Morin's gaze quickly and subtly swept across Machi's upper body.

Machi didn't notice and her expression turned slightly serious:

"Uvogin and Nobunaga are in trouble."

She stated directly, "Mainly Uvogin. A couple of days ago, he got into a conflict with one of the Elders' subordinates, resulting in him and Nobunaga, who tried to help, being imprisoned."

"I just found out and came to inform you."

"That sounds pretty bad," Morin said. "But I assume the situation isn't too critical, is it?"

If it were really that critical, you wouldn't have started by asking my height first.

"Well, because Chrollo told me about it."

Machi nodded, and that name appeared in her mouth again.

"He said he had some connection with the Elder who's holding Uvogin, and could mediate."

A connection?

Morin pursed his lips and thought:

"Even if there's a connection, the other party is an Elder in charge of Meteor City, and Chrollo is only thirteen years old right now?"

"A mere thirteen-year-old brat, no matter how much he says... Uh, it seems my current body age is also thirteen?"

Morin first thought of himself, and then of Gon, Killua, and the others.

"Gon and Killua are also only twelve, but relying on their strength and talent, they can converse as equals with many older seniors."

"As expected, this world is all about strength... Of course, it's not impossible that those two are good-looking and hard to dislike. I'm not bad-looking either, right?" Morin thought to himself, but said aloud:

"Did that Chrollo say what he wants us to do?"

"No."

Machi shook her head slightly. "He just told us to gather in the outer buffer zone first and wait for the results of his negotiation with the Elder."

"Just us?"

Morin asked.

"And Pakunoda, Franklin..."

Machi thought for a moment. "They are people I know and am familiar with in Meteor City. I'll introduce them to you when we get there."

Saying that, she started walking towards the outside.

Pakunoda? Franklin?

These are indeed familiar people.

Morin shrugged as he watched Machi's retreating back.

These core members of the future Phantom Troupe, my understanding of them might be deeper than you think.

The two left the dilapidated house one after another.

023 Are all of you this idle and gossipy?

This was the first time Morin had officially walked on the streets of Meteor City.

The population of Meteor City is around 8.08 million, peaking at 15 million.

This is already a population comparable to a country.

The overall bird's-eye view of Meteor City is a cross shape, with four wide and straight main streets. Each main street divides the city into four districts.

Here, there is no government system interference; the entire Meteor City is managed by the Elder Council.

The Elder Council has a total of

U!

members, each managing the southeast, northwest, U1

districts. Although there are factions, there is no factional strife.

The house where Machi lived was in a remote corner of the northwest.

It was only a few minutes' walk from the iron wall that separated the town from the garbage dump.

If one had excellent eyesight, standing on the roof of Machi's house, one could see the piles of garbage outside the city.

If one was lucky, one might even see trucks driving in from outside and dumping garbage without any regard.

It was precisely because of this poor location that no one fought with the eleven-year-old Machi for the residence, allowing a little girl to live alone.

Morin and Machi walked side by side towards the location agreed upon with Chrollo.

There were many people coming and going on the street. Upon seeing Machi and Morin, most people had indifferent expressions, as if it were none of their business.

As for a few people, when they saw Morin, they first froze, then the better ones just smiled playfully and whistled.

The worse ones cast undisguised contemptuous and disdainful glances at him.

Some even spat at him, but did not take any further action.

"It seems I've been misunderstood about something."

Morin spread his hands helplessly.

The expressions on those people's faces were so obvious, it was as if the words "kept man" were written all over them.

"Clearly, I'm the one who's supporting someone, aren't I?"

Morin shook his head speechlessly. Many people had seen the scene of him being brought back by Machi.

Morin, always a homebody, had indeed given the residents of Meteor City, who lived each day in chaos beyond mere survival, a bit of entertainment.

However... being called a kept man was a bit much!!

Though, given his current appearance, it was understandable that people might mistake him for one.

"Do I look like someone with a weak stomach who can only live off others?"

Morin glanced at Machi beside him.

"Everyone else eats my food! Are you all blind? Look at Machi, I've fed her until she's plump and fair these past few days!!"

Morin complained inwardly, but he could understand the simple sentiments of Meteor City.

Self-sufficiency was a fundamental quality for survival in Meteor City.

From the moment they were abandoned there, for whatever reason, the idea of self-sufficiency was etched into their very bones.

Even infants born with congenital defects found ways to survive as they learned about the world.

This was especially true for those with fully functioning limbs and who were not yet at an age where laziness and self-degradation could be excused.

In such a simple environment, it was understandable that Morin, being seen as a kept man, would be met with disdainful eye-rolls.

If some people had fiery tempers and straightforward personalities, they probably would have started loosening his bones without a second word.

"While I don't want to bother with you all, I'm not accustomed to being looked down upon."

Morin spoke, his expression gradually calming.

"Especially by people weaker than me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Morin's aura suddenly erupted, surging outwards in all directions.

Everyone watching Morin's face changed abruptly.

Some who were physically weaker showed outright fear, large beads of sweat appearing on their faces as their bodies trembled slightly.