Master Inventor from Hunter x Hunter

A battle was about to break out!!!

Thump~!

Bang~!!

Clatter!!!

Smash!!!

At least, that was the scene when Machi finally caught up after chasing after them.

She found Uvogin, Phinks, and Feitan already tangled up in a brawl.

Machi observed the battle from the sidelines for a moment, thought it over, then casually picked up a broken stick from the ground.

From the periphery, she began to occasionally strike out, landing a few blows on Phinks' head.

Well, she would have liked to hit Feitan too.

But Feitan was too short; she couldn't keep track of his movements.

And so, while the garbage heap of Meteor City descended into chaos like a pot of boiling porridge, Inside Mog's empty home, faint ripples of Nen ability emanated.

No one knew how long passed like this~~~

"It's done~!!"

Inside the room, Mog, sitting on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of sharp light flashing through them.

In the time that had passed, he had finally found a way to reasonably reduce the consumption of his [Invention] energy.

What's more, if feasible, he could bring this consumption to its lowest point, even to the point of being negligible!!

"I suppose this counts as me reasonably combining the cheat I brought from my transmigration with Nen abilities~~~"

Mog mused quietly to himself.

The method he had found was a new condition and effect developed based on [Restraint and Vow].

Mog named it: [Standing on the Shoulders of Giants].

[Standing on the Shoulders of Giants]: Standing on the shoulders of giants allows one to see farther, meaning one can use the wisdom and achievements of predecessors to help and surpass oneself. When receiving a [Request] or [Commission] to [Invent], if there is an invention in mind that meets the conditions, directly [Inventing] it will reduce the consumption of energy and Nen in proportion to how well it matches.

In other words, when others give Mog a [Request] or [Commission], if Mog relies on his own understanding and existing knowledge of finished products to [Invent], then the consumption of energy and Nen will be reduced.

Moreover, the closer the finished product in his mind matches the conditions of the [Request] or [Commission], the less energy and Nen will be consumed.

Simply put, before, Mog's [Invention] relied entirely on his own [Master Inventor] ability to produce a suitable [Invention] based on the [Commission] and [Request].

But now, with this [Standing on the Shoulders of Giants], it all depends on Mog himself, letting him truly find the finished product to [Invent].

No longer relying on [Master Inventor], completely self-reliant, with no middleman taking a cut!

For example, take Uvogin's earlier [Commission] for wanting to eat mochi.

If Mog himself already had the corresponding finished product, like a [Mochi Maker], in his mind, without needing [Master Inventor] to produce it directly, Then, since this finished product perfectly matched Uvogin's [Commission], his consumption would be extremely low, even negligible!!

"So, this still comes down to me, I can't rely too much on the ability..."

Mog let out a long breath of turbid air: "This is also testing my own accumulation of [Inventions]~!!"

Chapter 014: Did You Come Back Just to Show Off After Winning?

The premise of this ability is also based on Mog being able to promptly find the corresponding inventions that meet the conditions to fulfill [Requests] and [Commissions].

Just like if someone wants to eat mochi, he has to know about the [Mochi Maker].

Similarly, if Uvogin wants to eat something else, Mog also has to know about inventions that roughly meet the conditions.

"Of course, if it's something particularly broad, like an [Invention] that satisfies any need related to [eating], such as the [Gourmet Tablecloth], even if the consumption of energy and Nen is reduced, it would still require a considerable amount..."

Mog was well aware of this.

He wasn't naive enough to think that with this ability, he could [Invent] anything.

As always, if someone were to give Mog a [Commission] to destroy the world, Even if Mog knew about an invention like the [World Destruction Bomb], if he actually brought it out, he wouldn't be able to handle it~

"But some normal, ordinary [Inventions] should be fine..."

Mog calculated the famous inventors and their items he knew of:

"[Doraemon]'s gadgets go without saying, the inventions of Wolffy and Chief Slow Goat from [Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf] are also interesting, and there's Professor Muddle from [GG Bond], Professor Agasa from the death-obsessed elementary student [Detective Conan], Senbei Norimaki from [Dr. Slump], Bulma and her father from [Dragon Ball], and so on..."

Mog could recount many famous inventors and their inventions with ease.

Thanks to the anime he watched as a child, these greatly facilitated his ability to produce suitable [Inventions] for all kinds of troublesome [Requests] and [Commissions]!!

"So, the main two aspects right now..."

Mog felt the weak energy and Nen inside his body, then looked around the empty room, truly a home with nothing but four walls.

"One is to strengthen my strength, at least to have enough energy and Nen to protect myself and support subsequent [Inventions]."

"Another thing is to improve my current living situation..."

Speaking of improving his living situation, Mog couldn't help but let out a helpless sigh.

This home was far too impoverished—not even a single cup for drinking water could be found.

As a result, he still hadn't been able to perform Water Divination to test his Nen ability type.

Nen abilities came in six types: Enhancement, Transmutation, Emission, Manipulation, Conjuration, and Specialization.

Mog figured he was most likely either Conjuration or Specialization type.

"Never mind what type it is, I still need to fill my stomach first."

Feeling the hunger pangs returning to his belly, Mog felt a bit melancholy.

Which other transmigrator ended up like him—barely managing to cross over, only to fail at even securing basic food and warmth?

"Sticky Rice Cake tastes good, but it doesn't fill you up."

"And most of it ended up in that guy Uvogin's stomach~~~"

"If that guy wants to eat something good again, he'll probably come back, right..."

Knock knock knock.

Just as Mog was thinking this, the battered door suddenly sounded with a knock.

"It's us."

Machi's calm voice came from outside the door.

This lowered Mog's guard a bit, and after sensing with his Nen that there were indeed no outsiders, he felt reassured enough to get up and open the door.

And Machi had said "us," meaning besides her, Uvogin had come along too.

But then again~~~

"You changed your minds... Huh?!"

Mog opened the door, and the first thing that met his eyes was Machi's dust-covered appearance.

Then behind her, Uvogin sat on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, grinning through gritted teeth.

"We got into a fight with someone."

Meeting Mog's momentarily stunned gaze, Machi's eyes remained calm as she explained simply.

"It's common in Meteor City."

Well, getting into disputes in Meteor City was hardly unusual.

But seeing Uvogin and Machi in such a battered state...

"Those two didn't get off easy either!"

Seeing Mog's gaze sweep over him, Uvogin still refused to admit defeat:

"That bastard Phinks—I knocked out several of his teeth!!"

As he said this, he grinned, clearly revealing the missing teeth on his side.

Mog: "..."

Someone else lost several teeth, but you're in the same boat.

But still~~~

"Phinks, huh? And you said 'those two'... the other one is Feitan?"

Hearing these familiar names, Mog immediately connected them to those two.

And at the same time, he understood the situation.

No wonder Uvogin and Machi ended up in such a sorry state—it would take a duo like Phinks and Feitan to pull that off.

But he figured those two didn't get off easy at Uvogin's hands either.

Otherwise, Uvogin wouldn't be looking so proud and triumphant.

Earlier he'd stormed out in a huff, and now he returned like a victor.

Clearly, he'd won and came back specifically to show off~~~

'See, I don't need to beg you to make me stronger—I can still beat others!!'

Yeah, that was probably the message he wanted to convey.

"So you came here for me to treat your injuries?"

Mog ignored him, simply sizing up the two of them. It looked like just superficial wounds, nothing internal.

"No need, just a little scratch."

Uvogin was still putting on his tough act, waving his hand dismissively:

"We're just hungry and came to find something to eat."