Becoming a Gadget Master Starting from Hunter x Hunter

It was as if he'd been targeted by a terrifying, monstrous flood, his brain screaming danger signals, but his body was too terrified to move.

"What did you do to them?"

Machi, who had been watching the spectacle, couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing much," Morin replied calmly. "I just released a little bit of malicious Nen towards them."

"Nen can be used like that."

Machi nodded slightly, indicating she had learned something new.

The people Morin had targeted with his malicious Nen were gasping for air. The contempt and other emotions they had felt towards Morin vanished, replaced by fear and uncertainty. As they looked into Morin's cold eyes, their uncertainty gradually turned into fear. After a moment, the group's expressions shifted again, returning to that hard-to-read look. However, this time, their gazes weren't directed at Morin but at Machi beside him.

Morin: "?"

Machi: "???????"

Huh?

Morin scratched his cheek with his finger, looking at Machi, who had black lines appearing on her forehead, with confusion. "Are all the people in Meteor City this bored and gossipy now?"

Machi didn't say much, but black lines now covered her eyes. Expressionless, she slowly drew thin threads from her wrist.

"Forget it," Morin stopped her. "Let's focus on the important business first. Uvogin and the others are waiting for us in jail."

Machi relented, pouting, and followed Morin towards their destination, leaving behind a trail of inscrutable gazes.

024 Meets the Younger Generation of the Spiders

The meeting point Chrollo had arranged was in an open buffer zone between the outskirts of Meteor City and the garbage dump. The streets within Meteor City were clean, so this area served as a place for residents to sort their salvaged goods from the landfill. Discarded steel and wooden planks were piled haphazardly on the ground, forming "mountains of scrap" of various sizes and heights.

Machi skillfully led Morin to the designated spot, where some people were already waiting.

"Paku."

Machi greeted the beautiful blonde woman standing on a wooden block first. Then, she nodded to the quiet, burly man sitting nearby and the man with strangely pale and tender skin who appeared to be short: "Franklin, Feitan." She named them one by one, introducing them to Morin.

Meanwhile, Morin was observing his surroundings. This place is quite similar to where the Spiders gather in You Kiss City. Is it because the Troupe was founded in such a place that they have a sentimental attachment and always choose similar locations for their major gatherings?

At this moment, under the gaze of the three, Machi pointed to Morin. "Morin."

Machi didn't need to say more; the three pairs of eyes had already fallen on Morin.

"Is this the Morin that Uvogin mentioned?" Franklin, with his honest face, looking far less fierce than he would later appear with his scars, asked Morin curiously.

"The Morin that Uvogin highly recommended?" Pakunoda, who was only ten years old at the time, with blonde hair and blue eyes, already had the beginnings of the devilish figure she would later possess, though her attire was far more conservative than in the future. Her collar was buttoned up tightly, and she was dressed in a black urban professional outfit. She looked at Morin, who had arrived on the scene, with a hint of curiosity. Uvogin's praise for Morin was exceptionally high; the last person to receive such high praise from that big dark guy Uvogin was Chrollo.

"The man who brought Uvogin that peculiar power?" Feitan, dressed in black with unnaturally pale skin, narrowed his eyes. He clasped his hands together and pressed them, producing a crisp cracking sound of bones. At sixteen years old, Feitan, who should have been in high school, was still only the height of a junior high student.

And it was estimated that his height would remain about the same from now on, never growing any taller.

Clearly, judging by their reactions, all three of them had heard about Morin from Uvogin, to some extent.

Although Uvogin wasn't one to gossip, his immense admiration for Morin, coupled with the excitement of awakening his Nen ability.

He was more than happy to introduce this powerful new acquaintance to his trusted companions.

As the three sized up Morin, Morin was also sizing them up.

"Pakunoda? She looks so pure when she was young, and her nose wasn't that big yet, definitely not the hooked nose she has later. She's just wearing a bit too much.

"Franklin, the good-natured guy, really does look like a simple, honest person now. It's people like him who can kill without batting an eye.

"This must be Feitan, right? He's already this tall? It's not a good thing that he's already developed so quickly, is it?"

With both sides scrutinizing each other, the atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

Tap, tap, tap.

Just then, a crisp sound of footsteps approached.

Everyone looked over simultaneously and saw a man in a black suit, hands in his pockets, walking over with a professional demeanor.

The moment this man appeared, Morin got a distinct impression:

Just by standing there, he was destined to be the center of attention.

Every move he made drew everyone's gaze.

It was as if he possessed a natural leadership, meant to stand in the spotlight and bask in the adoration of the crowd.

"To have such an aura at just thirteen years old...

Morin watched Chrollo Lucilfer approach, "No wonder he was later able to expand the Phantom Troupe to such greatness and possess such villainous charm.

His short black hair was neat, and the cross tattoo on his forehead, which he remembered, was absent. His skin was fair.

Despite being only thirteen, he was already quite tall, his entire face looking no different from a sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school student.

This only served to emphasize the calmness radiating from his dark eyes.

Compared to Morin, who had just joined their group as a newcomer, Chrollo, who had already proven his abilities and leadership, garnered more attention from Franklin and the others.

"How did it go, Chrollo?"

Machi, who was most concerned about Uvogin and Nobunaga's safety, asked first.

"It didn't go very well."

Chrollo smiled faintly, as if even bad news couldn't dampen his mood.

"The Elder refused to release Uvogin and the others."

"Why is that?"

Franklin, with his honest demeanor, asked doubtfully.

"Even if he had a conflict with his subordinates, it didn't cause any major disturbances or casualties. Why is he holding onto them so tightly?

"This isn't the demeanor of an Elder. It'll be hard to command respect if word gets out."

Feitan and Pakunoda remained silent, but their expressions were the same.

Still in their youth, they retained a trace of youthful impetuosity.

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025 Leave this to me.

"The Elder also told me that he had originally planned to release Uvogin after teaching him a lesson."

As Chrollo spoke, his gaze slowly shifted towards Machi standing there, and then to Morin.

Or rather, his gaze was primarily on Morin.

"But Uvogin started shouting and, relying on his brute strength, caused a huge commotion. Apparently, he accidentally broke one of the Elder's collectibles, which angered the Elder and led to his continued detention."

"That guy..."

Machi put a hand to her forehead. "Did he get so carried away after gaining power?"

At the mention of power, Franklin, Pakunoda, and Feitan's gazes simultaneously shifted.

Machi's unintentional remark clearly indicated that she knew something.

In the past two days, after meeting with Uvogin individually, the three of them had been shown off his newfound strength by Uvogin, who was always acting smug.

For example, he would use one rock to smash another rock.

Although Franklin and the others couldn't quite understand Uvogin's actions.

However, the changes in Uvogin and Nobunaga—their eyes, their aura, their spirit, and the confidence and spirited demeanor that radiated from them—made Franklin and the others take notice.

They had learned some basic information from Uvogin.

About the new power he had obtained, and the person he so highly admired.

"The power you're talking about is Nen, isn't it?"

Chrollo smiled faintly, "Speaking of which, when I last saw Uvogin and Nobunaga, I was quite surprised to find that they had already opened their Aura Nodes and awakened their Nen."

"Especially since someone else opened their Aura Nodes for them."

Chrollo stepped forward, chuckling, "To be trusted so completely by Uvogin and the others, you must be Morin, whom Uvogin often mentioned, right?"

He slowly extended a hand towards Morin: "Chrollo Lucilfer."

Morin looked at Chrollo's faint smile and also extended a hand:

"Morin."

Just that name, no surname.

Or rather, Morin's surname was originally Mo.

"I only just learned about Nen from the Elder myself, and I didn't expect to be able to communicate closely with another Nen user so soon."

Chrollo released his hand, saying with a smile.

At the same time, a thin layer of white Aura immediately covered his body.

Nen!

Chrollo had now also opened his Aura Nodes and become a Nen user.

"Alright, we can save the pleasantries for later,"

Machi interrupted unceremoniously, "We need to focus on how to rescue Uvogin and the others right now!"