Becoming a Gadget Master from Hunter x Hunter Chapter 40

After each reduction in age, she would adjust her state, ensuring her Nen and Aura were in sync with her reduced age, before taking a drink.

Counting the cups she'd had, she should be around thirty now.

Hmm, from

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a twenty-year-old's fragile state to a thirty-year-old mature beauty.

However, due to her well-developed muscles, she still maintained the youthful appearance of a thirteen-year-old.

"Oh, right, J"

Biscuit's expression suddenly turned peculiar, a look she couldn't quite place, as if she were up to no good.

"Besides Pakunoda, I seem to recall you have another friend who's particularly fond of money, right?"

"Her name is Machi?"

She covered her mouth with her hand, nudging Morin with her elbow, winking at him as she said:

"Is that right?"

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"Alright, kid, I didn't realize you were quite the charmer, a real player!"

"What are you talking about?! We're just members, comrades!!"

"Ehh-"

"...Aren't you a bit too gossipy?"

"Are there any women in this world who aren't gossipy?"

Biscuit put her hands on her hips, her stance righteous and unyielding. "If there are, I'm definitely not one of them." Morin looked like he had no will to live.

"Forget it, I'm not kidding anymore."

Biscuit's expression instantly turned serious, showcasing her masterful ability to change moods.

No wonder they say a woman's face is like June weather, changing in an instant.

Morin, witnessing this, thought to himself.

"I have something serious to discuss next?"

Biscuit pulled a letter from her large coat sleeve.

"This year's Hunter Exam is about to begin, you know?"

"I know."

Morin nodded.

The Hunter Exam was held every year on January 7th.

Today was January 3rd, leaving only

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days until the exam began.

"It seems that quite a few Hunters are currently away on assignments and can't be found, so there's a shortage of professional Hunters to serve as Examiners for this year's Hunter Exam."

Biscuit shook the letter in her hand, chest puffed out proudly.

"Therefore, the Chairman of the Hunter Association, Netero, personally wrote me a letter, requesting me to serve as an Examiner for this year's Hunter Exam!"

"An Examiner for the Hunter Exam?"

Morin recalled that in the original story, Biscuit had mentioned she had served as an Examiner once before and had always wanted to do it again.

"Is this that time?"

He reached out and took the letter from Biscuit, opening it.

"I'm counting on you for this year's Hunter Exam, Biscuit."

A drawing of an old man sticking out his tongue and making a "peace" sign was also on the letter.

Hmm, such a playful letter was indeed in Netero's style.

"Good."

Morin nodded. "So, you're going to be an Examiner for the Hunter Exam. Does that mean I'll be on my own for this period?"

"Who said that?"

Biscuit looked at Morin with a strange expression.

"Of course, you're coming with me."

Morin: "...Coming with you???"

"Yeah!"

Biscuit said as a matter of course. "As my disciple, how could you not participate in the Hunter Exam and get a Hunter License?"

You're my master, isn't it a bit too much to cheat so openly?

Biscuit waved her hand, "It doesn't matter. As long as you can pass the Hunter Exam, any method is fine."

067 Opera House, Auditorium, No. 123

"This includes bribing the examiners~"

Biscuit stuck out her tongue at Morin, "Hurry up, here's your chance. Try to please me, and I'll directly give you your Hunter License.

"Maybe not?"

Morin shook his head.

"I don't plan on taking the Hunter Exam right now.

"What did you say?

Biscuit raised an eyebrow, her eyes gradually turning dangerous, "You're not even listening to your master anymore?"

"This kind of thing has nothing to do with training. You can't just impose your will on me arbitrarily."

"Stop with the nonsense, are you going or not?!"

"Hmm..."

Seeing Biscuit rolling up her sleeves, Morin pretended to think seriously and replied:

"Since you've said it like this, Biscuit, it wouldn't be good for me not to go."

Of course, it's just going there, passing or not is another story.

Morin thought to himself.

Although the Hunter License had various functions for him, it wasn't a necessity at the moment.

Rather than getting the license first, Morin cared more about his own training.

What's more?

"It's a rare opportunity to come to the Hunter world, and if I don't even participate in the most classic Hunter Exam, it would truly be a shame."

The 27th Hunter Exam was at the beginning of the plot.

If he didn't go to see it, it would be a wasted trip.

Biscuit, of course, had no idea what her unfilial disciple was thinking and nodded with satisfaction and joy.

"Good, if you're okay with it, then we'll set off now!!"

It was her first time serving as an Examiner for the Hunter Exam, and coupled with her restored age of thirty, her mindset had also become younger and much more energetic.

The two changed their plans and headed towards the location of the Hunter Exam.

This year's Hunter Exam was the 275th term, and the rules were the same as always.

Candidates would first follow the instructions and clues to find the correct examination venue.

Then, they would be led by four to five examiners to complete the test content they had set.

Only after passing all stages could they clear the Hunter Exam, obtain a Hunter License, and become outstanding Hunters.

The content of each round of the exam was determined by the examiners of that round, and the passing standard was also up to the examiners.

This examination model gave the examiners great autonomy and made the exam full of uncertainty.

But precisely because of this, every candidate who passed was one in ten thousand, truly the elite of the elite.

Biscuit and Morin parted ways the day before the exam.

In her words, even though Biscuit had already pre-selected Morin, that was only for her round.

For Morin to see her, he would still need to pass the examiners before her.

As for the test content prepared by the other examiners, Biscuit didn't know.

And for the test content she herself planned to prepare, she playfully stuck out her tongue at Morin:

"You'll know when the time comes."

Yes, even with this, Biscuit was still playing coy with Morin.

This meant that this Hunter Exam was actually no different from participating normally.

The so-called pre-selection was just Biscuit making empty promises to Morin.

Morin wasn't angry when he found out, as he didn't plan to pass and get the license this time anyway.

After the Hunter Exam ended, if Biscuit saw that he hadn't passed, the consequences...

Hmm, perhaps he should prepare some gems to appease her in advance?

Morin walked into the waiting area for this term's Hunter Exam, contemplating which gems to find.

The venue for the first round of the Hunter Exam was located inside a giant opera house in the city where Morin was.

Although Biscuit didn't provide Morin with any other shortcuts, the venue for the Hunter Exam didn't require Morin to search for it again.

The number of participants in each Hunter Exam varied, with as few as two to three hundred people.

Hundreds, or even thousands if there are many.

Therefore, the venue chosen for each Hunter Exam must have ample space.

This opera house was quite large, with many rooms inside, making it easy to get lost if one wasn't careful.

Morin followed the information Biscuit had given, winding their way through until they arrived at a large doorway.

A staff member dressed in black, wearing sunglasses, waited there.

Upon seeing Morin arrive, they said nothing, silently handing over a card.

"No. T23? Looks like I'm not too late."

Casually pinning the number card to their chest, Morin pushed the door open.

Inside was a massive auditorium, with a wide stage at the very front.

Quite a few people were already waiting, sitting in the audience seats in small groups.

Some were alert, others were resting with their eyes closed, guarding against those around them.

"Not a single one worth paying attention to."

Morin casually scanned the crowd, quickly assessing the strength of everyone present.

They were all ordinary people with good physical conditioning, not a single Nen user among them, not even any half-baked ones.

Feeling rather bored, Morin decided to find a place to sit.

And just then?