This ability had a prerequisite.
Arvin Locke had to be able to quickly identify an invention that matched the [Request] or [Commission] he received.
For example, if someone wanted sticky rice cakes, he needed to know about the [Sticky Rice Cake Maker].
Similarly, if Uvogin wanted some other kind of food, Arvin Locke would also need to know an invention that could satisfy that request.
"Of course, if it's something very broad—like inventions that can satisfy any request related to food…"
"Something like the [Gourmet Tablecloth]—even if the aura consumption is reduced, it would still require quite a lot."
Arvin Locke was well aware of that.
He wasn't naive enough to think this ability would allow him to invent anything without limits.
Just like before.
If someone really gave him the commission to destroy the world, even if Arvin Locke knew about something like a Planet-Destroying Bomb, he still wouldn't be able to handle the cost of producing it.
"But for normal, everyday inventions… it should be fine."
Arvin Locke began mentally reviewing the various inventors and inventions he knew:
The gadgets from Doraemon, of course.The inventions of Grey Wolf and Village Chief Slow Sheep from Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.Professor Mihu from GG Bond.Dr. Agasa from Detective Conan.Senbei Norimaki from Dr. Slump.Bulma and her father from Dragon Ball.
There were many brilliant inventors and creations he could recall like the back of his hand.
He silently thanked his childhood self for watching all those anime.
Those memories would be extremely helpful whenever he faced troublesome Requests or Commissions, allowing him to produce suitable Inventions.
"So right now, there are two main priorities…"
While sensing the weak aura and Nen inside his body, Arvin Locke glanced around the empty room.
It was truly bare walls and nothing else.
"First, I need to increase my strength—at least enough aura and Nen to protect myself and support future inventions."
"Second… I need to improve my current living conditions."
When it came to improving his living conditions, Arvin Locke sighed helplessly.
This place was simply too poor.
He couldn't even find a cup to drink water from.
Because of that, he hadn't even been able to perform the Water Divination Test to determine his Nen category.
Nen abilities were divided into six types:
EnhancementTransmutationEmissionManipulationConjurationSpecialization
Arvin Locke guessed he was probably either Conjuration or Specialization.
"But regardless of the category, the immediate problem is filling my stomach again."
Feeling the hunger returning to his belly, Arvin Locke couldn't help feeling a bit depressed.
What kind of transmigrator ended up like this?
After finally arriving in another world, he couldn't even secure basic food and clothing.
"Sticky rice cakes taste good, but they're not filling."
"And most of them ended up in Uvogin's stomach anyway…"
"If that guy wants more good food, he'll probably come back again…"
Knock knock knock.
Just as Arvin Locke was thinking this, the shabby door was suddenly knocked on.
"It's us."
Machi's calm voice came from outside.
Arvin Locke lowered his guard slightly.
After confirming with his Nen perception that there were no outsiders, he finally stood up and went to open the door.
Machi had said "us."
That meant Uvogin was here too.
But…
"You changed your mind… huh?!"
As Arvin Locke opened the door, the first thing he saw was Machi's dust-covered face.
Then behind her—
Uvogin sitting on the ground with a swollen face, bruised nose, and gritted teeth.
"We got into a fight."
Meeting Arvin Locke's surprised gaze, Machi calmly explained.
"That's common in Meteor City."
Indeed, conflicts were nothing unusual here.
But for Uvogin and Machi to look this battered…
"The other two didn't get off easy either!"
Seeing Arvin Locke looking at him, Uvogin stubbornly refused to lose face.
"That bastard Phinks—I knocked out several of his teeth!!"
As he spoke, he grinned widely—
Clearly revealing the missing corner of his own tooth.
Arvin Locke: "..."
You knocked out his teeth, but yours are missing too.
However…
"Phinks… and you said two people… so the other one must be Feitan."
Hearing those familiar names, Arvin Locke immediately recognized who they were.
At the same time, everything made sense.
It wasn't surprising that only someone like Phinks and Feitan working together could leave Uvogin and Machi looking this battered.
Still, those two probably hadn't had it easy against Uvogin either.
Otherwise, Uvogin wouldn't be standing here with such a proud and triumphant expression.
He had stormed out earlier in anger.
Now he came back looking like a victor.
Clearly—
He came back just to show off.
See? I don't need to beg you for power. I can still beat other people.
That was probably what he wanted to convey.
"So you came here for treatment?"
Arvin Locke ignored his attitude and simply looked the two of them over.
Fortunately, the injuries looked like superficial wounds—nothing internal.
"No need. Just small injuries."
Uvogin stubbornly waved his hand.
"We're fine."
Then he added:
"We're just hungry."
"So we came to your place to get something to eat."
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