Starting as an inventor from Hunter x Hunter

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The swordsmen's gazes gradually hardened. "The one we must rely on is still..."

"strength."

Kuroro, who was standing to the side, suddenly spoke up and uttered those two words as well.

"That's right!!"

The knight looked at Kuroro, and Kuroro looked back at him.

The two of them burst out laughing at the same time.

Not only do the heroes see things clearly, but Kuroro also has a keen eye for the world.

"After this incident is over~"

The chivalrous man made up his mind: "I'm going to go out into the world and see it for myself!!"

"Ah, there's nothing much to see outside."

Uvogin was gnawing on a large bone when he overheard this and mumbled something indistinctly.

"They're all just a bunch of eyesores and trash."

Even garbage needs proper disposal methods.

Kuroro chuckled and added, "I think this world is going to be quite interesting now."

If we look at the world from different perspectives and angles.

Therefore, the insights gained will inevitably be different!

They are no longer the Phantom Troupe that only knew how to kill and cause trouble.

Under Mog's influence, gradually, thought and depth began to creep into their minds.

"After this incident, do we have any further plans, Commander?"

The knight asked Mog very formally and seriously.

"That's all. Now you're free to move around."

Mog casually ate a bite of dessert, glancing around at his surroundings.

Although she was taking small bites, Machi was actually quite fast, quickly devouring her sweets.

Yes, according to Machi's preferences in the radio drama, she has a particular fondness for sweets.

It seems that people with a change-type personality type all really like desserts.

Killua loves chocolate chips, Hisoka loves chewing gum and bubble gum, and Machi loves sweets~~~

"Moreover, we still don't have enough players in our current poker deck."

Mogg offered a suggestion: "If you have suitable candidates, you can also extend an invitation to them."

"Then contact me. After the inspection, I will let him draw a suitable number himself."

"Of course, if you unfortunately perish outside~"

Mog also laid out the unpleasant truth upfront: "The Phantom Troupe's advance will not stop, and your numbers will not be blocked."

"When they meet the right people in the future, they will inherit your numbers."

"You need to be prepared for this."

When the others heard Mog speak so seriously, they naturally nodded in agreement.

Uvogin went even further: "If you ask me, if I really die, forget about the number, I can give him my entire estate..."

At this point, he grinned and said, "Although, I don't have any inheritance."

Uvogin told a lame joke, though it wasn't funny at all.

"If we are to take action, I will contact you by phone."

Mog ignored this idiot.

"Unless there are special circumstances, all other members of the brigade must attend group activities."

"And when I don't call on you to participate in the event, you are free to do whatever you want."

"Even if a country is bombed, I'll still be the one to take the blame."

Mog, mimicking Uvogin, also cracked a corny joke:

“You are free to form your own teams, and I will not interfere with that.”

"As for the specific time I'll be holding this collective action, well..."

Mog chuckled and said, "Then it all depends on my personal mood."

The other members of the group: "~~~~~~"

"So, you mean you can gather whenever you want, with absolutely no pattern to it?"

Uvogin muttered to himself, "Isn't this a bit too willful?"

You're the kind of person who loves to cause trouble and act recklessly, and you still have the nerve to call others willful?!

Everyone else glanced at this idiot who didn't know how to lower his voice at all.

Or rather, in Uvogin's eyes it was already considered a whisper, but in reality, the sound was still audible and clear to everyone.

"That's alright."

Feitan and Phinks didn't seem to mind: "Perfect timing, we can go have some fun."

They are the type of people who dislike being constrained or restricted.

The rules for the set established by Mog were exactly in line with their own desires.

The two, Chrollo and Kuroro, didn't care at all; they simply wanted to travel the world more.

To be able to better understand the world.

Paknoda has never had any particularly grand ideas.

Most people just follow the crowd. Before, they followed Kuroro, but now...

I'll stick with Kuroro.

She could also go with Mog; she didn't really have any objections.

"Looking for more companions~"

The eldest brother, Franklin, fell into deep thought.

He was the only one who immediately considered and thought about the best candidates for the tour group, and he was the only one who was so serious about finding suitable people for the trip.

“There were some pretty good-looking young men in Meteor City before.”

"I just wonder what their quality is like~"

Franklin had already proactively entered into this diligent and considerate mode of working for the tour group.

He really made me cry to death.

"Perfect, now I have time to hone my skills."

Uvogin, on the other hand, was having a great time, swinging his arms around.

He then enthusiastically boasted to Machi beside him, "I'm now planning to seriously hone my right straight punch!!"

"Sooner or later, my fists will be more powerful than an atomic bomb!!!"

He boasted so much that even Nobunaga couldn't help but scratch an itch on his body.

Although he knew that Uvogin wasn't the kind of person who boasted.

He was truly confident that he could hone his fists to possess that kind of power.

But even now, hearing these words still makes him feel uncomfortable.

He always wanted to draw his sword and chop at Uvogin, only then could his thoughts be clear enough.

Fortunately, he quickly dismissed the idea and turned to look at Machi, who was being "harassed" by Wozniak.

Nobunaga asked with some curiosity, "What are you planning to do next, Machi?"

"make money."

Two concise words came out of Machi's mouth.

"You guys seemed to have mentioned a place before where you could both fight and make money?"

"You mean the Sky Arena?"

Nobunaga thought for a moment, "That place is indeed quite nice."

"But I think that with your skills and abilities, it would be a waste to just use them for fighting."

"Well, I know~"

March nodded slightly. "So I don't plan to go on stage."

She thought of her mentor, Miss Lin, who went out to collect and sew up the bodies of the dead, earning huge sums of money.

A bright, sparkling light began to appear in his eyes:

“Making money off the dead, or rather, the wounded, is much safer than going into battle yourself.”

Yes, it's much more comfortable.

Of course, without solid professional skills, it's simply impossible to earn this type of money.

However, coincidentally, Machi's [Nen-based Stitching] ability is perfectly suited for treating the injured, stitching up wounds, and reattaching severed limbs—it's a perfect fit!

"Since it's a place of battle, injuries are inevitable."

"Then, in terms of medical treatment, it's a huge untapped market!"

With these methods and abilities, how could we not make a fortune at that Sky Arena?!

Machi learned the strange but fitting words she had heard from Mog, her heart filled with anticipation.

Well, that's not an expectation of the unknown world and future adventures.

It's purely a desire for money.