Becoming a Gadget Master Starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Doesn't the leader of a spider usually only have one?"

"The head can also be divided into two parts: the left brain and the right brain."

Chrollo also made a rare joke:

"Alright, now we have both a leader and a vice-leader. However, I still have something to explain."

"A team is not a restraint on its members. Apart from major activities that require assembly, members are free to act independently at other times."

"And to ensure our team can continue to exist in the best possible state, after our thirteen members are full, if others want to join the Troupe?" He said, his expression gradually calming, "they can first kill one of the team members and then replace that person to become a new member."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression shifted.

Uvogin grinned, while Feitan appeared somewhat arrogant and dismissive.

Both were absolutely confident that they wouldn't be killed and replaced by others.

"Is it still for the sake of the Troupe's existence?" Morin thought.

Clearly, Chrollo set such a standard not only to ensure the Troupe continuously increased its strength.

In reality, it was more to motivate the team members not to slack off.

Being killed and replaced by someone else would be too pathetic.

"But if a member dies for other reasons, the leader will also actively seek new members."

Chrollo tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping across the room. "These are my simple thoughts."

035 The Formation of the Phantom Troupe

"Are there any other questions?" Chrollo asked.

"What if there are disagreements among the members?"

Franklin asked, "Does the minority obey the majority?"

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Chrollo shook his head. "This can easily lead to instability and division within the team."

"It's better to flip a coin."

Morin also chimed in, "Each side has a 50% chance. Whichever side heaven favors, we'll leave it to fate."

"That's a good method."

Chrollo looked at Morin and smiled.

Franklin thought about it and had no further objections.

"Alright, does everyone have any other ideas?"

Chrollo asked again.

No one answered.

"Then our team is hereby established."

Chrollo's face bloomed into a smile again. "To announce our existence to the outside world, I plan for everyone to have a spider tattoo."

"There are thirteen of us in total, so on the spider tattoo, we will mark numbers from zero to twelve, representing our serial numbers."

He looked at Machi. "Machi, I'll have to trouble you with the tattoos."

"Leave it to me?"

Machi pulled out a thin thread from her wrist. "So your number is 0, right, Chrollo?"

"No, you should be called… oo… o Leader now?"

"You could say that."

Chrollo smiled gently.

"Then where do you want to get it?"

"On my back?"

Chrollo also looked at the others. "You can also choose your favorite number."

The others didn't speak, but first looked at Morin.

"Since you're number 0, I'll take the next one, number 1."

Morin said, glancing at Nobunaga.

On the original, the one with the number 1 spider tattoo was Nobunaga.

"Morin, you chose number 1?"

Uvogin was calculating something, then slammed his fist into his palm.

"Then I'll choose number 2!!"

He said, bumping his fists together. "I plan to target you, and one day I'll defeat you head-on."

He grinned. "So, I'll have a number that's one higher than yours, to put you down first!"

"What kind of crazy logic is that?!"

Nobunaga stared at him, speechless.

Then he thought for a moment, "My birthday is in July, so I'll pick a number."

"Then why didn't you pick number 7?"

"I feel like it, what are you going to do about it?!"

The two started bickering again.

"Since Nobunaga doesn't want number 7?"

The large Franklin casually picked one, "Then I'll take number 7."

"As for me, I'll just keep going down the line."

Feitan held up two fingers, "Give me number 2."

"Then I'll be number 3."

Machi, who was tattooing a spider on Chrollo, continued.

"I like the number 9."

Pakunoda cupped her ample chest, choosing based on her own preference.

Thus, the numbers 0, 2, 3, 7, , 9, and 11 were decided.

With number 1 taken by Morin, and the original number 1, Nobunaga, becoming , the rest remained unchanged.

"Oh, right, boss..."

Uvogin was still a bit unfamiliar with the title, "Our team should have a name, right?"

"Otherwise, always calling it 'the team, the team' doesn't sound very satisfying."

"Of course."

Chrollo nodded gently. A team name was key to the group's cohesion.

A good name could further strengthen the members' recognition and sense of belonging.

"I've already thought of one."

He had already decided on the name before the team was even formed.

"It shall be called," Chrollo smiled:

"The Phantom Troupe."

A breeze blew, sweeping away dust, and layers of turmoil were about to stir upon this land.

In 196, the Phantom Troupe was officially established in the buffer zone of Meteor City.

Eight founding members.

Leader: Chrollo Lucilfer (Number 0).

Vice-Leader: Morin (Number 1).

Members: Feitan (Number 2), Machi (Number 3), Franklin (Number 7), Nobunaga Hazama (Number ), Pakunoda (Number 9), Uvogin (Number 11).

No one objected to the name "Phantom Troupe."

After the Troupe was established and their numbers confirmed, Machi tattooed a spider on each of them.

Most were tattooed on their backs, like Chrollo, Morin, and Uvogin.

By the time Machi finished, the sun had completely set.

Taking advantage of the night, the group headed towards the outskirts of Meteor City.

Although Meteor City was a landfill, it was quite easy to leave.

As long as you could get through the piles of garbage, you could easily reach the outside world.

Of course, those who left quietly and alone, lacking any proof of social existence and even having identity problems, would largely become unregistered fugitives and vagrants.

As for the strong individuals who sought a legitimate path, they would leave through the Meteor City Elder Council, hired by the yakuza families.

The yakuza families provided them with identity documents, and they provided their strength as enforcers, a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Even the Zoldyck family, a family of assassins, found the family head's spouse and the family butler from within Meteor City.

036 Silk, it smells so good!!

Both Kikyo, Killua's mother, as well as the butler Gotoh and the trainee butler Canary, came from Meteor City.

However, with Morin, Uvogin, and Nobunaga having offended the Elders, this path was basically closed off.

Moreover, even if it were possible, they had no intention of working as enforcers for others.

To get through the garbage heaps, they would either rely on Nen's defense to avoid radiation or hitch a ride on a garbage truck from the outside world that was dumping waste.

Among those present, only Chrollo, Morin, Machi, Uvogin, and Nobunaga had mastered Nen, and the latter three were still novice users.

So, Feitan had to find a relatively spacious vehicle, knock out the driver, and the group left in the car.

This wasn't Feitan showing mercy and sparing the driver's life.

One rule in Meteor City, which could not be ignored in relation to the outside world, was that drivers transporting garbage were not to be killed.

The people inside Meteor City relied on these drivers to bring in garbage for their own survival.

If they killed people on a whim, once no one came to transport garbage anymore, Meteor City would not be far from riot and decline.

Upon this wilderness, in the pitch-black night.

Under the bright moonlight, trucks could occasionally be seen driving in from the outside, loaded with piles of garbage, heading towards Meteor City.

When a person drives a large truck, with one arm resting outside the window, gazing into the boundless desert ahead, especially when the bright moon hangs high.

A feeling of exhilaration would naturally arise.

Although this group of people didn't know the city's roads, there were plenty of vehicles traveling on this desert. By simply following a returning vehicle, they could always find a place where people gathered.

Driving the vehicle was Franklin, the eldest brother of this group.

He was older, more experienced, and knew more life skills.

In the passenger seat was Uvogin, laughing heartily at the boundless wilderness outside, shouting noisily.

In the back of the truck, Chrollo and Morin were explaining Nen abilities to Feitan and Pakunoda.

Franklin, driving in front, listened along as he drove.