[Request] and [Commission]

Mog had not expected to run into the duo of Uvogin and Machi so quickly.

Still, while it was unexpected, it was not hard to understand.

With Uvogin's loud and boisterous personality, he was easy to find.

And compared with the other old-timers of Meteor City and residents Mog was unfamiliar with, Uvogin was the easier type to deal with.

The Uvogin who still lived in Meteor City had faced Chrollo bringing Shalnark and Franklin into his territory to steal things.

He had chosen to intimidate them first, then fight.

And when he had tried to stop them from escaping by throwing things at them, he had used the broken wooden stick in Machi's hand rather than damaged metal shards that could hurt people more easily.

He had even engaged Franklin in a one-on-one battle between real men.

It was only later, when Chrollo brought his group of little companions to put on an animated spectacle for the children of Meteor City, that Uvogin came to admire him and the two sides began associating with one another.

In other words, the current Uvogin was merely a thirteen-year-old boy who could still communicate fairly normally.

Of course, if he really had any other ideas...

Though Mog was weak, he still possessed a genuine Nen ability. It was not fake~~~

"Are you all here?"

At the door, Mog turned back and glanced at Uvogin, who stood there with his arms folded and chin raised, along with Machi beside him.

"Come in."

Without waiting for Uvogin to ask anything, he casually opened the door and walked inside first.

At that sight, Uvogin raised his brow and fell silent for two seconds.

"I'll go in, then. What's so great about that?"

He gave a disdainful snort and strode through the doorway.

They had already come all this way. Leaving now would only make people laugh at them.

Uvogin did not want to hear people mock him the next time they met, saying, "You made it all the way to someone's front door, but didn't even dare enter their house."

Besides~~~ Machi's sixth sense had never been wrong, and he believed in it completely.

"What the hell is this?!"

The moment he entered, Uvogin immediately swept his gaze around the inside of the house.

When he found it bare and empty, practically destitute without a single thing inside, he could not help complaining:

"Even Machi's house has more stuff than yours!"

Little Machi glanced at the hulking idiot beside her. She did not bother arguing with him and instead looked at Mog, the boy who had brought them here for some unknown purpose.

Though she trusted her sixth sense as well, that did not mean she would completely lower her guard.

[Request] and [Commission]

"Didn't you say there was food here and that you wanted to treat us?"

Uvogin plopped down on the floor. After sensing no danger, his tone became somewhat casual.

"Looking at this place with nothing in it, you still claim you have food?"

"Or are you~~~"

He raised his eyes to look at Mog, exposing a mouthful of pale white teeth.

"Planning to make yourself the food?!"

"With skin and flesh as tender as yours, you wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between my teeth~!!"

Mog ignored Uvogin's intimidation and provocation, merely asking again:

"You're hungry, so you need me to treat you, right?"

"Didn't you say there was food here and tell us to come over?!"

Uvogin was getting impatient. "Sure, that works too. Just bring out the delicious stuff for me!!"

"Of course, if what you bring out to treat us is moldy, stinking bread~~~"

"Then don't blame me for lifting... lifting off your roof~!!"

Uvogin had originally wanted to say he would flip the table, but then realized there was not even a decent table here, so he had no choice but to change his words.

"Don't worry."

Mog said nothing more and simply immersed his mind.

Uvogin and Machi also stopped talking and just stared at Mog.

More than ten seconds passed like that~~~

"Um..."

Mog slowly opened his eyes, then gave a light cough.

"Is there anything specific you want to eat?"

"Something specific?"

Uvogin scratched himself. "What, you can conjure up whatever I want to eat on the spot?!"

"Then if I said I wanted to eat..."

"Sticky Rice Cake."

Machi, who had remained silent the entire time, suddenly spoke, interrupting Uvogin's rambling.

It was the first time she had spoken, and she raised her head to look directly at Mog.

"Sticky Rice Cake..."

Uvogin smacked his lips, recalling it.

It was food they had snatched from the motorcycle duo, Feitan and Phinks, some time ago.

And Feitan and Phinks had snatched it from another child who had prayed devoutly at the church and received food from Father Zhol in recognition of his devotion.

On the other side of their garbage heap ruins stood a church housed in a luxurious building.

Father Zhol was there. Whenever someone in Meteor City died, he collected their body, prayed for them, and erected a gravestone.

The people of Meteor City did not want to suffer while alive, only for their corpses to be tormented after death as well.

Therefore, hardly anyone went to disturb the church.

And the church seemed to have connections with the outside world, often obtaining food from beyond Meteor City.

Father Zhol distributed it to the children who prayed devoutly there.

Sticky Rice Cake was one such food—sticky and soft.

Though it was not as fragrant as the meat others spoke of, it was already a very fine taste for people like them, who had barely ever eaten a proper meal.

"Sticky Rice Cake? Got it~~~"

Mog nodded and closed his eyes again.

Well, although he had received a food [Commission] from Uvogin just now and met the condition,

he had overlooked another important issue.

That was whether his Aura reserves and Nen could support his invention.

As everyone knew, anything produced through a Nen ability necessarily consumed Nen and Aura reserves.

Only if his Nen and Aura reserves were powerful enough could he support increasingly "unreasonable" and "difficult" requests.

For example, if someone gave Mog a [Request] to destroy the world,

then the Nen and Aura reserves needed for Mog to invent an item capable of achieving that effect would be immense.

Just like now.

Uvogin had given Mog a [Commission] for food, but if Mog were to invent something that could create food from thin air,

such as the classic Gourmet Tablecloth from Doraemon,

the Nen and Aura reserves it required were not something Mog could support at present.

So he could only settle for the next best thing and narrow the food request down to a specific type.

"I still need strength~~~"

Mog's resolve to improve his strength, especially his Nen and Aura reserves, became firmer once again.

If he could be like some transmigrator with Doraemon's Fourth-Dimensional Pocket and directly use tools, wouldn't that be simple and easy?!!

Mog sighed again.

"Perhaps I could also try seeing whether Restriction and Vow can reduce the cost of inventions..."

As Mog's thoughts turned, he did not forget about inventing the Sticky Rice Cake food.

Very soon, just as Uvogin's eyes were beginning to grow bored and he started wondering whether he had gotten carried away by playing a staring game with this foolish kid,

a bright glow suddenly began radiating from Mog's hands.

"Huh?!!"

Uvogin instantly raised his head, and Machi's gaze immediately followed.

Under their fixed stares, their pupils suddenly contracted.

Within their field of vision, a strange Purple Machine gradually took shape out of nothing in the empty space before Mog!!

It had a chimney on top and an opening below, seemingly a small outlet for delivering the finished product.

There was also a lever on one side of the machine, apparently used to activate it.

"What is that thing?!!"

Uvogin's eyes widened, and he sprang up from the floor.