Becoming a Gadget Master Starting from Hunter x Hunter

"Then why did you ask about good and bad?" Botobai picked up his glass and drank it all in one go.

"Let me ask you a question first."

"Mr. Botobai, why are you so determined to change this world? Where there is light, there must be darkness. I believe that even if you don't understand this principle, you should have learned it through your experiences over the years, right?"

"It's very simple~"

Botobai paused and said word by word, "Because both my parents were police officers who died in the line of duty."

"I understand."

Morin nodded gently.

"You haven't told me your own thoughts yet!"

Botobai poured himself another glass of water, his face already flushed red.

Morin gazed at the full moon in the sky, the gentle breeze carrying his plain narration:

"Because the playful magical beast was mistaken for a monster by foolish villagers, and their homes were burned down."

"The village where the beautiful maiden lived was used as a bargaining chip in a political struggle by those in power, and was erased from the map."

"Two siblings who were deeply affectionate were devoured by a new type of monster being researched by a consortium."

"The ordinary chef offended the powerful, and his entire family disappeared???~"

"If you represent light in this world..."

Morin looked directly into Botobai's eyes, "Then I don't mind being the spokesperson for darkness."

Botobai fell silent.

It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he was now unable to say anything.

Botobai, with his flushed face, felt as if his tongue was no longer under his control.

"You should get some sleep. With your physical condition, you should wake up in about half an hour."

Morin calmly put away the kettle, the cups, and the peanuts.

By this time, Botobai could no longer clearly hear what Morin was saying. He slumped over, his head resting on the tabletop.

"If I had known your tolerance for alcohol was so low, I wouldn't have even needed to bring out the [Magical Appetizer]," Morin said, looking at Botobai who had fallen into a deep, even sleep.

Item: [Magical Appetizer].

Effect: A peanut that can turn water into wine, inducing a hazy drunkenness.

Even though Botobai had been sufficiently cautious and hadn't eaten a single peanut, he still fell for Morin's trick.

The water they drank was not ordinary plain water either.

Although it still tasted like water, it had been processed internally.

Item: [Drunken Bottle Cap].

Effect: Any liquid that flows through this bottle cap will make the drinker feel tipsy and drunk.

The water in the kettle Morin brought out had been passed through the [Drunken Bottle Cap] several times.

While the taste wouldn't change, the level of intoxication was incredibly high.

Morin had only taken a few sips at the beginning; Botobai had drunk almost all of the rest.

No matter how good one's tolerance for alcohol was, or how many drinks they could hold, they couldn't withstand this kind of direct intoxication that rushed straight to the brain.

"This year's Hunter Exam ends here, oo V?"

Morin looked at Botobai, then at Tonpa in the distance, who was huffing and puffing as he pushed the [Anywhere Cannon] over.

He felt a bit disheartened.

"I should start my own journey too???"

Forty minutes passed?

Botobai suddenly woke up.

He sat up abruptly, and at the same time, a surging aura erupted from his entire body!

Powerful Nen wrapped around him, causing the surrounding environment to tremble violently.

"Was I drugged?"

Botobai sighed inwardly, feeling quite regretful.

"My training is still not enough. I was taken down so easily. I need to be more vigilant in this regard in the future." While contemplating this, he didn't forget to scan his surroundings.

He found that besides a sniveling candidate with a flat nose cowering in the corner, there was no one else.

"Did they leave?"

Botobai silently retracted his Nen, and his imposing aura, like a raging tide, subsided.

He stood there like an old monk in meditation, lost in thought.

"Um..."

Tonpa timidly sidled closer. "Mr. Morin asked me to pass along a message to you."

"Hm?"

Botobai's gaze, sharp as a torch, immediately shifted to Tonpa.

Tonpa's scalp tingled under the immense pressure he felt.

"Mr. Morin said he enjoyed talking with you, Mr. Botobai, and hopes that the next time you meet, he can properly invite you for a drink."

He swallowed, carefully relaying Morin's words.

"A proper drink..."

Botobai pondered the meaning behind the phrase. "He hopes we won't be on opposing sides next time we meet?" He tilted his head back, looking at the moon in the sky, his gaze growing distant and profound.

"I look forward to that day."

With Morin gone, the rest of the Hunter Exam held little interest for him.

Botobai would not let personal feelings interfere with his duties.

After seventy-two hours passed, he commenced the third phase of the exam.

However, being able to separate work from personal life didn't mean he wasn't strict.

On the contrary, Botobai always placed great importance on the standards for Hunters.

As a result, under Botobai, the candidates participating in this Hunter Exam faced a hellish difficulty.

It was like the college entrance exams: if one examiner set questions like the ones for Yenching University, the questions would be incredibly easy and the admission score line would be low.

But Botobai's questions were like those for Su Juan and Hepu University; not only were the questions of hellish difficulty, but there were fewer good schools in the province and the admission score line was incredibly high.

The two were completely incomparable.

Because of this, the group of candidates understood the true meaning of the fear of being dominated.

Excluding Morin, there were still seventy-six people remaining.

Under Botobai's rigorous testing, only sixteen people truly passed this stage.

Then, when Bisky became the chief examiner for the fourth phase.

"Where did that kid Morin go?!"

She rubbed her eyes, and after looking several times without finding any sign of Morin, a sudden sense of unease washed over her.

"Could it be that kid forfeited and ran off mid-way?!"

She hadn't even considered the possibility of Morin being eliminated.

After all, that kid had already put the examiners at a disadvantage earlier.

And the difficulty of the Hunter Exam was nothing for a Nen user.

So... what exactly was that kid Morin up to?!!

"Never mind, I'll ask him after I'm done testing this batch of brats."

Looking at the sixteen candidates before her, who had endured so much to reach this point, yet now appeared relaxed, their eyes even subtly fixed on her with a hint of strange glint.

A gentle smile gradually spread across Bisky's face. "Alright then, let's begin the fourth phase of the exam..."

I will definitely put you through the wringer!!

Ultimately, all the candidates who had passed the first three phases of the Hunter Exam fell at Bisky's stage.

When Netero, the Chairman of the Hunter Association, received the results and gathered all the examiners on the airship for a meeting.

"Although the Hunter Association has had instances where no candidates passed before, but..."

Netero, dressed in a blue and white training outfit, wearing tall wooden clogs, his ponytail swinging, his long earlobes swaying, stroked his thick, hooked mustache as he looked at the four chief examiners he had hand-picked.

"In the past, when no candidates passed, the candidates would show dissatisfaction, lament, and all sorts of emotions. I've never seen examiners with expressions like this."

He stroked his beard and chuckled, "Especially since you are all Hunters I carefully selected, capable of undertaking important tasks."

As he spoke, his gaze briefly flickered towards Bisky, who was pouting beside him.

"Well, let's set her aside."

Bisky had gone a bit too far in the fourth phase, making those candidates cry and beg for mercy.

"To prevent future incidents, I'll tell Mamezuku later not to let her be an examiner anymore."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Netero looked again at the three juniors he had his eye on, sitting silently in their seats, exuding a low-pressure aura. Kruk was still recovering, his complexion showing some color.

Botobai had applied even more white powder to his face, as if to cover up even some of the redness.

As for Kanzai--

Netero specifically took an extra look at him. "Are you alright, Kanzai? Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

After Netero spoke, everyone else also turned their gaze to Kanzai, their expressions strange.

It was no wonder; among everyone present, Kanzai's appearance was truly pitiful.

"Nothing much."

Kanzai replied weakly, dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks still a bit swollen.

"Don't tell me you were beaten by that troublesome applicant?"

Kruke curiously poked Kanzai's swollen cheek, causing him to gasp.

"No, I did it to myself. Speaking of which," he placed the pair of boxing gloves Morin had given him on the table. "If any of you want to experience how I feel right now, you can try them out."

Better not.

Kruke immediately looked away. She had already suffered enough from Morin's gadgets. Her injuries hadn't even fully healed yet, and she didn't want to cause herself more trouble.

Botobai, however, looked at the gloves thoughtfully. "Speaking of which, the applicant you both found troublesome, his name was Morin, right?"

Netero picked up the documents on the table and casually flipped through them. "He seems to have registered on the very last day, and he came with you, Biscuit?"

Netero glanced at Biscuit, who was still puffing out her cheeks.

"That's right. That guy is currently training with me." Biscuit didn't hide anything. Sooner or later, once Morin became a Hunter, his information would be known to the Hunter Association. "I just don't understand why he suddenly left halfway through."