Master Inventor Starting as a Hunter x Hunter

"Perhaps I should give it a try."

Chrollo suddenly lifted his head, meeting Mog's gaze:

"If this can really be done."

"Don't worry~~~"

Mog smiled again: "In the near future, you won't regret this choice."

Chrollo's hand clasped Mog's.

The scene seemed to freeze in that moment.

The setting sun on the horizon cast its dying rays, draping over the two of them.

Reflecting a dazzling gleam, as if bearing witness to this very moment.

This image of them talking and shaking hands fell upon the eyes of everyone present.

And it would etch itself deep into the core of their hearts, unforgettable.

"I don't know what exactly happened..."

Sarasa, wise beyond his years, watched the scene and spoke softly, "But as for the result~~~"

A smile slowly bloomed across her face:

"Looks like it turned out pretty good~!!"

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Pulling Chrollo into their camp wasn't a spur-of-the-moment whim, but it had been planned for some time.

In Meteor City, the most outstanding figure, even in the latest chapter by Togashi, was still only Chrollo.

His future appearances had already proven just how exceptional and talented he was.

Father Zhol's judgment and high regard for him were truly justified.

Since they could encounter Chrollo in his young, unformed state early on, Then of course it was best to recruit him to their side right away.

Only at a time like this, before Sarasa's death would later twist Chrollo into darkness, And before he had fully developed his own wisdom and reasoning, before he had grown strong, Was there a good opportunity to win him over.

To sum it up simply: Chrollo was clever now, but still young.

He could still be brought together through certain means.

Moreover, this wasn't just pulling Chrollo alone to their side.

There were also those around him—Franklin, Pakunoda, Shalnark, Shira, Sarasa—

All of them would follow Chrollo along.

You could say it was one pull bringing a whole group.

Most of the future Phantom Troupe's elite forces were now gathered together by Mog~!!

Chapter 045: The Chicken Soup Has Arrived~!!!

"I want to play the bad guy, the super big villain!"

In the glow of the setting sun, Uvogin's loud voice grated on everyone's ears.

After Chrollo joined, Uvogin was delighted.

He really approved of Chrollo's performance today.

And originally, he had only begged Mog to back him up, never expecting they could actually shoot something.

Now they'd even pulled Chrollo in!!

What was this called?!

This was a powerhouse alliance!!

And with Mog's incredible methods, Uvogin firmly believed they could definitely make a great film!!

So what was there to hesitate about?!

Grab the role you want first before anyone else could~!!

With Uvogin kicking things off, the others also started clamoring for roles.

"Roles can wait for now. The script isn't even finalized yet, so the specific characters haven't come out."

Chrollo took it upon himself to calm everyone down:

"But rest assured, if we start filming, everyone will get a role."

Well, roles were guaranteed.

Whether they matched what each person wanted was another matter.

For a moment, the group exchanged glances, faint sparks flickering between them.

As night fell, everyone went back to their own places for safety's sake.

But they had all agreed to meet again the next day at Nobunaga's place.

"You know where we live, right?"

"I know the place, but isn't Nobunaga's house pretty small? If we meet there, will we have enough room? And you said you all live there—can it even fit everyone?"

"Hahahaha, that—you'll find out when you come tomorrow~!!"

Uvogin and the others laughed as they left, leaving Franklin and the rest a bit puzzled.

But since they said so, they'd find out when they met tomorrow.

Shalnark, Franklin, and Sarasa also said their goodbyes to each other.

Among them, Sarasa was the most excited—she couldn't wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

She had a feeling that maybe, starting tomorrow, their lives were about to take a brand-new turn!!

"Chrollo, are you really planning to work with him?"

On the way back, Pakunoda voiced her concerns to Chrollo.

"Yeah. I want to make something that belongs to Meteor City too."

A smile spread across Chrollo's face. "Besides, I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of sparks fly when we collaborate."

"I believe..."

Chrollo's face lit up again, as if he'd thought of something.

"It's going to be a lot of fun!"

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Early the next morning, Chrollo and the others arrived at Nobunaga's place on time—or rather, they couldn't wait to get there.

Nobunaga yawned as he let them in.

"Where are they? Didn't you say we'd meet here?"

Shalnark craned his neck to peek inside first, only to find Nobunaga alone.

"They're all upstairs."

Nobunaga pointed to the staircase beside him.

"Upstairs?!"

Shalnark froze. After glancing at the stairs leading upward, he seemed to think of something and immediately stepped back outside.

Yep, still that single-story house, no other floors at all.

"No upper floor, but there's a staircase..."

Even Shalnark was momentarily confused.

Especially when he saw Feitan and Phinks coming down the stairs as a pair—he was even more thrown off.

"Yo, you're here early."

Phinks raised a hand in greeting. Feitan, as usual, looked completely uninterested.

"There really is an upper floor?!!"

Shalnark stared in disbelief.

His mouth hung open in shock, the missing tooth making him look especially ridiculous.

"How is this possible?!"

He rubbed his eyes and stubbornly went outside to check again.

From the outside, it was still just one story. But inside...

"You're here."

Machi came down calmly, while Uvogin was already yelling at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone's here, huh? What, can't wait to get slaughtered by me, the great villain Uvogin?!!"

Everyone ignored this idiot and turned their attention to Mog, who was the last to come down.

"You're all here."

Mog made a polite remark. "Have you all had breakfast?"

Breakfast...

What a rare word.

In Meteor City, just filling your stomach was good enough—who cared about breakfast or lunch?

Usually, it was one meal full, one meal empty...

But now that they'd stepped inside this house, they really did smell something good.