Starting as an inventor from Hunter x Hunter

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"I don't have the time or inclination to get entangled in your linguistic and wordplay."

This guy, whose name Mog didn't even bother to remember and who was just one of the "Ten Elders," wasn't worth much of his attention or concern.

He merely turned his head slightly to look at Paknoda beside him.

"They're all yours now, Pike."

"No problem, Commander."

Paknoda responded and then walked towards Namaras and his nephew.

"What do you want to do?!"

[The Ten Elders] Salvatore (afb) Maras, seeing this, became angry again, like a lion.

He roared loudly there, and immediately tried to draw his musket, which he relied on for survival, from his lower back.

However, before he could take any action...

Whoosh~! !

He felt a blur before his eyes, as if something had flashed by.

Immediately afterwards~~~

Boom.

The crisp sound of bones breaking and dislocating echoed in the secluded room.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Immediately following was the scream of Salvatore Maras, one of the Ten Elders.

"Don't move!"

Feitan, who flashed up behind him, had a sharp, cold glint in his eyes:

"If you don't want your other hand to be broken too, you'd better behave yourself!!"

Meanwhile, Torsmaras, standing nearby, felt the cold silk thread around his neck.

Even the slightest touch nearly severed his artery, and cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Under Machi's calm gaze, he dared not move an inch.

Thanks to Feitan and Machi's cooperation, Pakunoda was able to place her hands on their shoulders without any hindrance.

A few moments passed like this.

"This 'Ten Elders' Salvatore Maras's so-called big plan is to find an opportunity to wipe out all the wealth in the hands of the upper class of Ambrossa, as well as the other Ten Elders who occupy the city."

Paknoda calmly read out the identity of the "Ten Elders," her face expressionless:

"Right now, all he can think about is money."

It's clear that the former glory of the "Ten Old Men" is now fully revealed.

Meanwhile, Torsmaras, who was standing nearby, did not doubt Paknotta's words at all.

She simply raised her head and looked at her uncle, whom she had always admired immensely.

At this moment, he had gone mad to the point of having bloodshot eyes, looking completely like a defeated dog, and he couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.

The Salvatore Maras before me is no longer the once-famous "Ten Elders".

What exists now is nothing more than an old man filled with greed, who desperately craves and covets money, power, fame, and fortune.

People will eventually grow old, and everyone wants a peaceful old age.

This sense of security is especially important for gang leaders who rule the underworld.

In their extremely limited and shallow understanding, perhaps only money can bring them some comfort.

Just like those extremely greedy eunuchs in the ancient palace, they hoped to use these gold and silver treasures to support their possible old age and live a peaceful life.

Salvatore Maras was pretty much in that situation.

The vast gang he built up is gradually becoming a tool for him to amass wealth.

However, from today onwards, these forces will officially fall into Mog's hands.

"Commander? Are you ready?"

As Paknoda took out the Memory Pistol and filled it with memory bullets, she asked Mog.

"Come on though."

Mog smiled and nodded.

He knew that Paknotta's memory bullets could implant other memories into the mind of the person to whom the memory was to be given.

Mog did have an invention called the "Memory CD".

However, that would require me to examine the old man's memories frame by frame, which would be too time-consuming.

It would be better to let Paknoda organize her memories first, and then send them over using the [Memory Bullet].

In this way, it is actually more time-saving and labor-saving.

Moreover, it's even more convenient for Mog, more of a tool than a tool!

Bang~! !

With a single memory bomb, Mog successfully absorbed Salvatore Maras's memories.

"So that's how it is. This is the distribution of power and structure of the Ten Elders..."

Browsing through the information in his mind, Mog nodded with satisfaction.

"This will be much more useful."

Once the crucial information has been gathered, then this aging lion no longer has any reason to exist.

Click.

Before the "Ten Old Men" Salvatore Maras could continue shouting and yelling,

Feitan snapped his neck cleanly and decisively.

The once-powerful figure has now come to an end.

"Actually, I really dislike this ability of yours."

Feitan, hands in his pockets, turned around and looked at Pakunoda, saying:

"This reduced my opportunities for interrogation."

Interrogating prisoners was his specialty, but because of Paknoda's abilities...

So far, he has had very few opportunities to showcase his abilities.

"And what about this guy?"

Seeing Feitan take action and kill one of the "Ten Elders," Salvatore Maras.

Machi also wanted to tighten the Nen threads in her hand.

"Right now, I still need someone who can temporarily salvage the situation and stabilize the situation."

Mog put away his memories for the time being and looked Torsmaras up and down.

If all he wanted was to kill the Ten Elders, Mog could just pack up and leave right now.

But he wanted more.

“V5 and their group have already taken all the power that is on the surface.”

"If we can't even get a sip of this soup from the underworld..."

Mog's lips slowly curved into a smile: "That would be too disrespectful to this era."

This was the golden age of rapid internet development in the 1980s and 1990s.

Even in this world with its wondrous Nen abilities, this is an extraordinary opportunity.

If we don't take this opportunity to do something, it would be a real shame to waste this moment.

But...

There are too many things that cannot be done openly.

If it were carried out by a gang from the underworld, that would be perfect!

Chapter 171: What's to come?! We are the Phantom Troupe! The Spider and the new Ten Elders?!

If Mog manages to secure a high position within the Hunter Association in the future, many people will be keeping an eye on him.

Once you reach a certain position, it's not a good time to interfere in some things.

However, if the involvement and actions were carried out by a gang, it would be much more convenient, even unimpeded.

If we also add Mog's cooperation from within the Hunter Association, their combined efforts, working together from the inside and outside...

With such control over so many parts of the world, the effect of one plus one would be far more than two.

"I need a spokesperson within the underworld gangs..."

Mog gestured, and Machi coiled her Nen thread, sending the Torsmaras to Mog's side.

"I'm happy to serve you!!"

Torsmaras was incredibly shrewd; he spared Mog's life after Mog said those words.

He certainly knew what Mog meant!

His head immediately began to pound on the ground repeatedly, making a loud thud.

Only when Mog raised his hand did he raise his head.

The bright red blood flowing from his forehead was so striking.

"You are a smart person, and I enjoy talking and communicating with smart people."

Mog chuckled, "So, as a smart person, how do you plan to handle the following events?"

"My uncle, Salvatore Maras, one of the previous generation of the Ten Elders, unfortunately died in this incident."

Knowing this was Mog's test, Torsmaras immediately replied, "Not only have our forces suffered heavy losses."