Starting as a Gadget Master from Hunter x Hunter

Snap!

The sound of bone cracking was exactly the same as the three robbers before him, whose necks had been twisted.

"Aaaahhh!!!"

The obese bank manager writhed on the ground, letting out pig-like screams.

"This is just one hand broken?"

Morin smiled, while the bodyguard accountant beneath his other foot buried his head even lower, his body trembling.

"You still have one hand, two feet, and a third leg."

The smile on Morin's face didn't change, and his eyes were devoid of emotion.

To the bank manager, this appearance was like a demon whispering to him.

"Do you think you can hold on?"

He also looked up at the hawk-nosed man opposite him, whose face had turned ashen. "If you can't hold on, you can tell me in time."

"I can send you on your way for free."

On your way...

The bank manager's fat, contorted cheeks twitched, and sweat poured down.

This kid isn't lying, he's serious?!

041 Float Gun

Feeling the pain of his bones breaking in his arm, and the increasing pressure of the foot on his back, the manager could no longer endure it.

He immediately yelled at the top of his lungs:

"Don't kill me! Tell me whatever you want, and I'll satisfy it if I can!!!"

"Is that so~"

Morin's lips curved slightly. "I don't care about the dirty dealings you had with those robbers. There's one thing I do care about."

"You said before that you helped those three robbers with their identity documents, right?"

"Yes! Yes!"

The bank manager was drenched in sweat and nodded frantically.

"There was a war in the neighboring country before, and many refugees fled here. The government is currently counting the number of refugees and plans to issue them identity documents!!" He gritted his teeth and spoke rapidly:

"And among them, some refugees died accidentally, and their identities can be used to replace those without identity documents."

"I have relatives in the city hall who can get me a few spots."

He forced an ugly smile onto his face. "Anyway, once the spots are given, it's the same who gets them. No one will care about the real identity of these refugees."

"I see."

Morin nodded slightly. "I want eight."

"Okay, okay!"

The bank manager agreed immediately.

Seeing how quickly he agreed, and his eyes darting away slightly, Morin smiled and suddenly looked at the bodyguard accountant under his other foot.

"Can you handle this?"

"Yes..."

He replied softly without daring to look up, then paused. "I have the boss's contact information for others, and I also have the boss's official seal."

"That's good."

Morin nodded lightly, then put his foot down without hesitation.

Crack!!

The bank manager's pupils dilated, and a large amount of blood gushed from his mouth.

"Sorry, since your subordinate can handle this for me, what do I need you for?"

Morin shrugged at the bank manager, who was vomiting more and more blood. "Why would you have such an unpleasant collaboration with those three robbers before?

"I'm also very afraid of being discarded after you're done with me!"

With that said, the bank manager, whose internal organs had been crushed countless times, tilted his head, his eyes completely losing focus.

"Bastard!!"

A gust of wind came, and the hawk-nosed man, whose face was extremely grim, was filled with intense killing intent.

He wielded his hawk-claw aura, slashing fiercely towards Morin's face.

"Is this how you thank me?"

Morin clapped his hands. "You don't need to thank me. I merely eliminated the boss to prevent him from discarding you after your collaboration was complete. A small, insignificant favor."

"But you don't need to express such intense gratitude."

Thank you my foot!

If the hook-nosed man hadn't already mobilized all his Aura and focused his entire mind on this final, resentful strike, He would have already spat all over Morin!

The next second, he suddenly saw Morin holding a handgun.

"My claws can tear apart any bullet; firearms are useless against me!!"

He taunted contemptuously, but inwardly, he felt a chill.

The handgun in Morin's hand had appeared out of nowhere, not taken from any part of his body.

He considered his eyesight to be quite good, and he could perceive any movement the other party made.

This meant...

"A manifested Nen ability creating a handgun?"

He cautiously guarded himself, wondering, "What will be the consequences?"

As he pondered this, Morin decisively fired at him.

"No bullets?"

The hook-nosed man, who had been on high alert, was stunned.

There was no gunshot, no muzzle flash, and no gunpowder smoke.

Was this gun a toy?

"This isn't a toy gun?"

As if sensing his confusion, Morin smiled and said, "This is called the Float Gun."

"Float...?"

The hook-nosed man was shocked. He could already feel his body floating upwards and expanding.

Simultaneously, the Nen he had gathered in his hands and feet instantly vanished.

"What did you do to me?!"

He couldn't help but exclaim, the inability to use Nen plunging him into panic.

"You'll just stay up in the air for a while."

Morin smiled and put away the Float Gun.

This was a new item he had obtained through the sign-in system after midnight on his way here.

Item: [Float Gun].

Effect: A six-shot handgun. Those hit by the bullets do not get injured; their bodies merely inflate, causing them to float in the sky like balloons. If the hit person is not grabbed, they will continue to float in the air, unable to do anything, until the effect wears off or they automatically return to the ground after one hour.

This was a piece of equipment that appeared in "Nobita's Adventures in the Legend of the Star System," one of the facilities provided for the Western Star in Dreamland.

Later, Doraemon kept it, and in "Nobita's Great Adventure in the South Seas," it became the main weapon for Nobita and his friends to fight Kōraigō Gorō.

It was with this gun that Nobita solidified his title as the "God of Guns" and established his heroic cowboy legend as the sheriff of the small western town.

042 Coming out with Morin truly is rewarding!

This gun had no offensive power; its sole function was to incapacitate anyone.

In other worlds, this might be just that, but in the world of Hunter x Hunter.

Being unable to do anything meant being unable to use Nen.

It forcibly put the opponent into Zetsu.

With such a function, the Float Gun transformed from a toy-like handgun into a great weapon against Nen users.

As for the actual effect?

Looking at the hook-nosed man, whose body had expanded and was floating in the air while struggling, one could tell. It was quite effective!

"Hmph, I was actually hoping to have a good spar with this guy, but you interrupted me, Morin!!"

Uvogin walked over, somewhat unsatisfied.

Even though his right hand was still bleeding, it didn't stop him from scratching his explosive hair.

"It's rare to encounter a Nen user out here, especially one who developed their Nen primarily for combat."

"But speaking of which?"

Nobunaga, standing nearby, curiously noticed the Float Gun in Morin's hand. "Is that a new item of yours?"

"Yes,"

Morin nodded. "It's somewhat useful for trapping enemies."

He then looked at Uvogin, who clearly hadn't had his fill. "There will be plenty of time and places for combat, and we can find good Nen users."

"The Heavens Arena I mentioned before would be good; we can go there sometime."

"What we need to do now is take this guy back. The boss said he wants to find a 'qualified' Nen user to learn about the world and Nen abilities." Morin said, pointing at the man with the hooked nose. "He's perfect."

"Indeed."

On this matter, neither of them had any objections.

Thinking of the Heavens Arena and the many skilled fighters there, Uvogin's fists bumped together with excitement.

"Should we leave this guy to Feitan?"

Looking at the floating, inflated man, Uvogin grinned. "When it comes to interrogating people, none of us are better suited than Feitan."

"I hope this guy can endure it."

Nobunaga had already begun to sympathize with the hooked-nosed man.

"Hahaha, if he can survive, I hope he'll spar with me again."

"Let's hope so?"

The two bantered back and forth, clearly deciding the hooked-nosed man's fate.

This made his heart

sink deeper and deeper into the abyss.