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"He's just building up to tear it down—there's got to be more coming, right?"

Chrollo couldn't help but think this to himself.

And sure enough, Uvogin lived up to Chrollo's understanding of him:

"But it's only barely there."

Uvogin crossed his arms and lifted his chin.

"You can only rely on these pictures someone else gave you to do the dubbing—you can't actually perform it yourself for real!!"

Himself? Perform it for real??

Sarasa, who had been eavesdropping from behind, couldn't help but freeze at those words.

Then she immediately asked Franklin beside her: "Did Uvogin's brain break or something?"

"Did you guys get into a fight? Did you hit him in the head?"

"No, not at all~~~"

Franklin could totally understand why Sarasa would ask that.

"Then why..."

Sarasa was genuinely baffled.

She didn't finish her sentence, but Shira and Pakunoda beside her understood what she meant.

[Why would Uvogin ask such a stupid question.]

Every kid in Meteor City knew how rare it was to get to watch a cartoon like this.

No one had ever shown them anything like it before—only Chrollo had managed to pull this off.

And as the ones who had rehearsed the dubbing performance alongside him, they understood just how hard it had been.

Forget cartoons like this—even ordinary films were something the kids in Meteor City couldn't get their hands on.

Let alone someone like Chrollo, who had written the plot and dialogue himself, and led them through rehearsals.

It had taken so much effort just to present this piece of work that satisfied everyone in Meteor City.

And yet Uvogin had the nerve to nitpick like this?!

Was he completely disregarding all of Chrollo's hard work and effort? Trampling all over the fruits of his labor?!!

For a moment, Pakunoda's gaze toward Uvogin turned hostile.

Even Shira, who was usually gentle, couldn't help but feel a bit angry.

They both felt that Uvogin was deliberately finding fault with Chrollo.

He's already done this much—what more do you want?!

Is this something that could actually be filmed?

If they had the conditions to do that, wouldn't they want to?

To put together a dubbing performance like this in a barren, impoverished place like Meteor City was already an incredible feat.

And yet you sit there after watching it and spout cold, critical nonsense about how it's not good enough~~~~~~

If you really think it's no good, then why don't you try?

If you're so great, you do it~!!

Pakunoda and Shira were fuming, while Chrollo responded to Uvogin seriously:

"I've thought about giving the kids of Meteor City the best show possible."

"But given Meteor City's current state, and me, all I can do is use the [Cleaning Warriors] video footage for dubbing."

Chrollo didn't make excuses—he simply laid out the reality.

How could conditions in Meteor City possibly support actual filming?

"So, you're just not good enough."

Uvogin lifted his head proudly. "But just because you're not good enough doesn't mean others aren't."

"Take us, for example—we've got someone who could definitely film something better, more amazing, more..."

"Alright, alright, cut the crap."

Before Uvogin could finish his boasting, Mog slapped a hand over his face with a look of exasperation.

Then he shoved him aside and cleared the way.

"I really appreciate and enjoy your performance."

Mog looked at Chrollo before him. "Did you write all this plot and dialogue yourself?"

"Mm. The video only had images, no sound..."

Chrollo nodded lightly. All the dubbing had been based on the content of the footage.

And from the scene transitions, character movements, and actions, he had designed the plot and dialogue.

You could say it basically fit the overall footage quite well, making it easy for the children of Meteor City to accept without any sense of awkwardness or anything off.

"Chrollo is really amazing!!"

Even Pakunoda behind him couldn't help saying, "Chrollo did all of this by himself."

"He also voiced quite a few characters!!"

Pakunoda also recognized Mog as the man she and Chrollo had seen through the window back in the projection room.

That strange man who casually made plants grow food!!

She couldn't help stealing a few more glances at Mog.

Chapter 044: Our Own Work

"I see, so you really are quite the capable guy..."

Mog smiled and praised Chrollo, then pointed his thumb at Uvogin, who had been pushed aside and was now subdued:

"That guy Uvogin said some offbeat things, but as of now, I do have the intention of making a work performed by ourselves for the children of Meteor City."

Huh?!!

Chrollo's eyes widened slightly as he looked at Mog's calm expression, sensing no hint of a joke.

Is he serious?!!

"Don't worry about the equipment for filming and such—I'll handle that..."

Mog seemed to have already prepared: "And logistics, I can take care of that too~~~"

"But~~~"

Mog looked at Chrollo, "I want to polish the story's dialogue and plot a bit better, and I'll need someone to specifically assist me."

"So..."

Mog smiled, extending his hand toward Chrollo, who was still a bit stunned:

"Would you be willing to join in and help me?"

Have me join in?

Have Chrollo join in?!!

Chrollo, and everyone present, were all quite surprised upon hearing this.

Surprised both at what Mog said—that he actually intended to film and perform himself.

And also at the invitation he extended to Chrollo.

Uvogin, the most hot-tempered of them, was about to open his mouth to say something.

Then Machi gave his calf a hard kick.

Uvogin immediately grabbed his ankle, grimacing in pain.

The others, including Phinks and Feitan, as well as Franklin and Pakunoda on Chrollo's side, all remained silent.

They were all waiting for Chrollo's answer.

"Have me join in..."

Chrollo was silent for a brief moment before lifting his head.

"I want to know..."

His gaze was very serious as he stared at Mog: "Why are you doing this?"

"Whatever reason you held this screening for, that's my reason too~~~"

Mog chuckled lightly, "Besides, the people of Meteor City always watching things discarded from the outside world—they're still in a position of being pitied."

"If possible, I want to film a work that belongs to the people of Meteor City themselves."

"And also, one that can be screened in the outside world, so that people out there will see that Meteor City isn't so worthless after all~~~"

A work that belongs to the people of Meteor City... our own work...

Chrollo fell into another long silence.

Perhaps this topic and goal were too heavy for him at this point.

Perhaps this wasn't something he should be considering right now.

Perhaps his initial idea of showing cartoons to the children of Meteor City was simply to bring them more joy.

Perhaps this man Mog could be trusted a little...

Chrollo thought of Uvogin, Nobunaga, and Machi around Mog, as well as the troublesome duo of Phinks and Feitan.

And~~~

The scene outside the church, where Mog had miraculously conjured food from plants, once again surfaced in Chrollo's mind.

That wondrous image was something he still couldn't forget to this day.

So now, facing Mog's invitation~~~