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"One person writes the script based on the footage, and then manages to pull off the voice acting like this~~~"

Even Mog couldn't help but marvel.

If a skilled adult could pull this off, it wouldn't be surprising.

But the one doing it was Chrollo, who was barely ten years old.

"And if nothing goes wrong, next up should be Chrollo's solo show..."

Just as that thought flashed through Mog's mind, the big screen suddenly flickered, then went scrambled.

The sound cut out too, and the picture vanished entirely.

"Did it break!?"

The Meteor City kids, who had been enjoying the show, were taken aback.

"But hey, can't be helped, this is Meteor City~~~"

"Figures, it's Meteor City stuff."

"All just thrown-away junk~~~"

After a brief moment of surprise, the Meteor City kids weren't all that shocked.

It was already good enough that they'd gotten to watch anything at all, let alone with a local dub.

Now that the quality had failed and it couldn't play properly, they didn't have any complaints or anything.

They all wore expressions of total indifference, or like this was just how things were.

As if, in Meteor City, something like this happening was only natural.

This place was, after all, a dump for garbage.

"Hey, just play the rest already, Chrollo~!!"

Uvogin, who was stirring up trouble just for the fun of it, heckled: "That's it? Huh, Chrollo?!"

He seemed to enjoy seeing Chrollo get stumped.

While he was yelling, he didn't notice Mog quietly slipping away from the scene.

Machi and Feitan did notice, though.

But they both kept silent in tacit agreement.

Whatever Mog wanted to do, he had his own reasons.

They weren't in a position to interfere yet.

Meanwhile, Chrollo, who had already sensed something was wrong, quickly found Father Zhol.

"Father Zhol, what happened?!"

"The recording tape got stuck..."

Father Zhol checked the tape in the projection booth and found the problem. "It's all tangled up inside."

"It'll take a while to get it out and straighten it."

As the two talked, the screening hall outside had already grown noisy.

Aside from a few people like Uvogin who were still heckling, most of the Meteor City kids were used to this kind of thing.

Disappointed as they were, it didn't affect them much.

They were laughing and joking around, even starting to play on the spot.

The whole hall turned into a chaotic mess.

Seeing this, Chrollo thought for a moment, then looked at Father Zhol with determination and held out his hand:

"Father Zhol, give me the microphone..."

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"Oh dear, sorry, I thought it was break time and went to eat, pfft~"

"But then I got a stomachache and was stuck in the bathroom for ages, pfft~~"

As the crowd was making a ruckus, Chrollo took the microphone and walked onto the stage with an exaggerated tone.

"So I paused the video, sorry about that, pfft~~~"

Chrollo puffed out his cheeks and squinted his eyes, making a chubby, hilariously goofy face.

"Uh, where was the story again?!"

"Hey, Cleaning Blue, Little Blue, where are you guys, pfft?!"

And with this act of Chrollo's, paired with the voice he used that sounded so familiar to the kids in the audience~~~

"Ah, that sounds like Cleaning Yellow's voice, so cool!!"

"Could it be a kid about our age performing?!"

All noise in the venue ceased at that moment, every pair of eyes fixed on Chrollo standing on the stage.

The children never expected that the voice actor for the cartoon [Cleaning Warriors] they were watching was actually one of their own from Meteor City.

One by one, they temporarily forgot about the tape malfunction and focused on Chrollo on the stage.

Chapter 037: Constantly Growing Stronger!!

"Chrollo really is as outstanding as ever."

Father Zhol, watching from backstage, saw Chrollo's brilliant performance, his face full of relief.

Whether in talent, studies, or this kind of charisma and leadership.

He always managed to draw everyone's attention to himself.

The moment he appeared, he became the center of attention, a figure in the spotlight.

"A child like this has limitless potential..."

Father Zhol murmured as he watched: "Chrollo will definitely go far."

Mm, this so-called 'going far' applied to every aspect.

And as Chrollo bought time on stage, doing his best to showcase his voice acting.

The audience of children gradually realized that most of the male roles were successfully voiced by Chrollo alone.

Naturally, they didn't hold back their applause, sending cheers and shouts of approval.

"It's finally fixed!!"

Pakunoda and Shira, both drenched in sweat, had finally managed to re-spool the tangled tape.

Sarasa said excitedly: "I knew Chrollo would handle it!!"

Especially Chrollo's performance on stage—it impressed many, including her.

"His voice acting is really good."

Phinks rested his chin on his hand, a bit surprised: "So Chrollo had this skill too?!"

"Besides the voice acting, isn't his ability to control the crowd even more surprising?"

Feitan muttered quietly from the side.

"It's hard not to pay attention."

Even Machi nodded lightly, offering that one comment.

If they had a bit more experience, they'd know this was called [charisma].

"Anyway, I know Uvogin could never pull this off."

Nobunaga crossed his legs, watching with interest: "Neither the voice acting nor the stage performance."

"If it were Uvogin, he'd just smash the stage~~~"

Uvogin, sitting nearby, twitched at the corner of his mouth but, for once, didn't shout back in rebuttal.

As Nobunaga said, he really couldn't do this kind of thing.

So he had no criticism for Chrollo, who was putting on such a passionate performance on stage.

After all, Chrollo had taken the initiative to do all this for the children of Meteor City, so they could watch the cartoon.

Just that spirit, combined with this kind of performance, was enough to earn a bit of Uvogin's admiration.

Of course, he wouldn't say that out loud—he'd only awkwardly change the subject.

"At the end of the day, it's still the tape that broke. If Mog had handled everything, there wouldn't have been any accidents, right, Mog... Mog?!!"

Uvogin and the others then noticed that Mog had, without them realizing it.

Already quietly slipped away~~~

"Any moment now, the picture will appear, and we can start the screening again!"

Sarasa wiped the sweat from her little head, happily telling her companions:

"It's all thanks to everyone's help."

"No, it's mainly because Chrollo kept the whole place steady."

Shira shook her head with a gentle smile.

"And Father Zhol gave us plenty of support."

Pakunoda added.

"Yeah, providing us with this projection equipment and venue—we're really grateful, Father Zhol... Father Zhol?!!"

When Sarasa and the others tried to express their thanks, they were startled to find.

Father Zhol had apparently slipped away at some point, without them noticing.

"Did he go take care of something else?"

Sarasa and the others looked puzzled, but soon brushed it aside.