Becoming a Gadget Master Starting from Hunter x Hunter

All the examinees' gazes sharpened, waiting for the feathers to descend.

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention something?"

Kruke's leisurely tone drifted over. "The feathers are just ordinary feathers. If they get torn, you still won't be considered to have passed."

This statement made the examinees' expressions grow even more somber.

Originally, with 555 people vying for 150 feathers, it was already going to be difficult.

And now, the feathers themselves were of poor quality. If the struggle became any more intense during the competition…

The crowd was silently contemplating this.

"Peep peep peep!"

Suddenly, from behind them, the sound of a trumpet being played rang out.

A group of people turned in astonishment and saw Morin holding a uniquely styled trumpet with seven holes, playing it.

And the moment Morin played the trumpet?

"Screech!!"

The 150 feathers falling from the sky abruptly stopped as if slamming on the brakes, halting mid-air.

A Word Before Going Live! Seeking Support!!

The moment has finally arrived, the moment to determine if a book will live or die.

I've noticed my release speed has always been quite steady. For all three of my Hunter x Hunter books, they've gone live after eleven days.

Of course, compared to those "tentacle masters" who go live in seven or eight days, or even five or six, I'm nowhere near.

My writing speed isn't fast, only about two thousand characters per hour.

Plus, due to work, I suffer from occupational illnesses that prevent me from sitting for long periods. So, stealing moments of leisure, I can only manage to write a little over ten thousand characters a day.

Let me report the current performance of the book to you esteemed readers.

Other data points are good, letting me know that many people are supporting me.

However, the current VIP collections are only a little over fifteen thousand.

The website's collection algorithm is a bit inflated, roughly a three-to-one ratio.

This means that the actual number of people collecting and reading might only be five thousand, or perhaps even less than five thousand.

The niche nature of Hunter x Hunter fanfiction is fully reflected here.

Compared to popular series like One Piece or Naruto, it's truly incomparable.

I had considered writing a One Piece fanfic for my new book, as I'm also a die-hard fan of One Piece.

But in the end, I picked up my pen and still chose Hunter x Hunter.

The reason is simple. Just as I said when writing my previous book, "Grave Robbing":

Hunter x Hunter is my favorite anime, without a doubt.

Every fan who patiently waits for Togashi-sensei to update should be able to share the same feeling as I do.

I've seen readers say, "Those who write Hunter x Hunter fanfiction are true fans." Aren't you readers who have consistently supported Hunter x Hunter fanfiction also true fans?

It's just that perhaps some people are unable to write due to limitations in ideas, time, and various other factors.

I once desperately searched for Hunter x Hunter fanfiction at a certain point, but unfortunately, most of it was danmei.

So later, I got the idea to start writing one myself, and I've been writing ever since.

I sincerely hope that my esteemed readers can offer some support by clicking a subscription, letting me know that I'm not forging ahead alone.

There are still many comrades who support Hunter x Hunter, holding this ground together.

I know my own skill level is limited, but every time I write, I'm absorbing and supplementing my shortcomings.

From writing "Book," to "Grave Robbing," and now to "Gadget Master."

With all three Hunter x Hunter books, I hope to present something different to everyone.

"Book" was too righteous. "Grave Robbing" was neutral leaning towards lawful. So for this one, I plan to write something with a chaotic and dark tone.

Therefore, I chose to join the Phantom Troupe, rather than opposing them like in the previous two books.

This is my sincerity. Although the content may have flaws, I believe my intentions are quite earnest.

Alright, I've inadvertently said so much, and you might be getting tired of it. It's just that I have too many feelings about Hunter x Hunter.

I also wanted to thank all the readers who have given me rewards. I'll put those thanks in the "Work Related" section later, not taking up space here.

Also, I read the comments section and take suggestions, but I haven't deleted a single comment so far. The website deletes them itself, so please be mindful of your wording. It wouldn't be good to get banned.

The book will go live at midnight tonight. After it goes live, I will definitely release bonus chapters.

I implore all comrades who like Hunter x Hunter to click subscribe. Your support is the driving force for continuing to write Hunter x Hunter fanfiction.

Once again, I beg you!

070 Kruke Injured! The Examiners' Attention! A Tricky Opponent Has Arrived! [Seeking Subscriptions!]

A blast from the trumpet~

All the feathers, after a second of stillness, simultaneously flew back into the sky, retracing their path.

Five hundred and fifty-five examinees: "???"

Kruke: "???"

A strange silence fell over the scene.

Everyone stared at each other, faces blank and bewildered, exchanging confused glances.

As for Kruke, her mouth hung slightly open, genuinely surprised by this unexpected turn of events.

What... where did my feathers go?!

Like a machine, she stiffly turned her gaze towards Morin, who was just putting away the Seven-holed Trumpet.

Item: [Seven-holed Trumpet].

Effect: As long as you blow this Seven-holed Trumpet at something you want to get rid of, whether it's alive or not, it will voluntarily run off into the mountains. PS: Blowing it in reverse cancels the effect.

This was another strange item meant for disposing of trash, but Morin had used it here.

However, judging by the current effect, it was exceptionally effective.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?

Seeing many examinees' gazes

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turn towards him, Morin said with a serious expression:

"I was just playing a few tunes on the trumpet to set the mood and liven things up for the start of our Hunter Exam.

"The feathers flying away on their own has nothing to do with me!"

"You don't actually think I'm so powerful that I can control feathers, do you? If I could, I would have just taken all these feathers myself and passed directly!!" Morin spoke with righteous indignation, completely fooling the examinees who didn't understand Nen.

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A group of examinees thoughtfully considered it, and it did seem to make sense.

No one knew the specific content of the exam before it began.

Clearly, these feathers were prepared by the Examiners, and only they could control and command them.

Therefore...

The group turned their heads again, collectively looking towards Kruke.

Kruke:

Why are you all looking at me?!

Does this have anything to do with me? I'm just as confused as you are!!

But then again...

Kruke stared with dead fish eyes at Morin, who inside remained calm, looking like a good person who had done nothing:

"It was this guy, wasn't it?!"

She gritted her teeth in frustration.

Regulating the atmosphere with a little tune? I'm a legitimate musician, and you weren't playing a tune at all, you were just blowing randomly!!

Even though I don't know the principle behind the trumpet, or why he did this, one thing is certain:

This person is definitely a Nen user, and they've specifically come here to cause trouble and disrupt things!!

No matter who you are, you better watch out from now on, don't let me catch you slipping!!

Kruke made a silent resolution, then noticed more and more examinees focusing their attention on her.

She couldn't help but pretend nothing had happened, clearing her throat:

"Since the feathers have unexpectedly disappeared for some special reason, then that's that. All examinees will now proceed to the second phase."

As soon as she said this, most of the examinees' expressions softened.

Some even breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky to be advancing directly to the second phase.

However, a small portion felt that since no one was eliminated in the first phase, the test in the second phase would surely be even more rigorous than originally planned.

This included the great Tonpa.

He looked towards Morin's direction, shrinking his neck, his face filled with lingering relief.

With his experience of surviving dozens of extremely dangerous Hunter Exams, he could naturally tell that Morin was someone not to be trifled with.

At the same time, he was certain that the feathers' departure was definitely his doing!!

Others didn't focus as intensely as Tonpa, but they also observed the atmosphere and read the room.

And when they saw the Examiners' increasingly dangerous glares, they all realized that the upcoming test would definitely not be easy to pass.

"The rules I had originally set for the second phase of the test were quite simple, but since so many people are still remaining..."

She cleared her throat, her eyes still glancing towards Morin, "Then you should be prepared to face hell mode?"

With that, she took a deep breath.

At the same time, she brought the microphone from the stage closer to her face.

Some examinees, who had a pretty good idea of what Kruke was planning, immediately changed their expressions and, almost instantly, covered their ears.

However?

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The high-pitched, sharp soprano voice was like demonic music piercing everyone's ears, infiltrating everywhere.

Even if you plugged your ears tightly, this soaring high note traveled through the air and entered your ears, registering in your mind. As soon as Kruke's high notes began, most of the examinees had only one thought in their minds:

"My skull is going numb!!!"

Usually, it's your scalp that goes numb, but Kruke's voice directly reverberated inside their heads, making their very brains tremble!!

Snap.

Finally~

One examinee couldn't withstand the torture of this demonic sound and was the first to fall.

When there's a first, there's a second.

Examinees, one after another, fell to the ground like dumplings being tossed into boiling water.