"Didn't you say there was food here and you wanted to treat us?"
Uvogin plopped down on the ground, unaware of the danger, and said casually: "You live in a place with nothing around, and you still say there's food?"
"Or... ?"
He looked up at Luke, revealing his white teeth: "You want to treat yourself as food?!"
"With that tender flesh and skin of yours, you wouldn't even be enough to get stuck in my teeth!"
Luke ignored Uvogin's threats and provocations and asked again.
"You're hungry, so you need me to treat you, right?"
"Didn't you say there's food here and ask us to come?!"
Uvogin was growing impatient: "Of course, you can put it that way. As long as you serve me something delicious, that's enough!"
"Of course, if you say that the only thing you're serving us is that moldy, stinky bread..."
"Then don't blame me for... Lifting your roof!"
Uvogin was about to flip the table, but realizing there wasn't even a decent table here, he changed his mind.
"Don't worry."
Luke said nothing more, simply lost in thought.
Uvogin and Machi also fell silent and just simply stared at Luke.
Ten or so seconds passed like this.
"Um..."
Luke slowly opened his eyes and coughed softly.
"Is there anything specific you guys want to eat?"
"Anything specific?"
Uvogin scratched himself. "What? You can make me anything I want?!"
"Well, if I want to eat something..."
"Sticky rice cakes."
Machi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, interrupting Uvogin's rambling.
This was the first time she spoke, and she raised her head to look directly at Luke.
"Sticky rice cakes."
Uvogin smacked his lips, remembering something.
That was the food they had snatched from Feitan and Phinks, the motorcycle duo, some time ago.
Feitan and Phinks had snatched it from another child who had prayed fervently in the church and received the approval of Father Lisores.
Across from their garbage heap, there lay a magnificent church. Inside, Father Lisores was in charge of collecting the bodies of those who died in Meteor City, praying for them, and erecting tombstones.
The people of Meteor City didn't want to suffer in life, only to have their bodies tortured after death.
Therefore, few ever disturbed the church.
The church seemed to have connections to the outside world, often receiving food from the outside.
Father Lisores distributed it to the children, who were praying devoutly there.
Sticky rice cakes were one of those treats.
While they didn't taste as fragrant as the meat others had mentioned, for a group of people who had barely tasted a proper meal, they were quite delicious.
"Sticky rice cakes? I understand..."
Luke nodded and closed his eyes again.
Well, although he had just received the food commission from Uvogin, that fulfilled the conditions.
But he had overlooked another important issue.
That was whether his aura was sufficient to support his invention.
As we all know, any product of Nen inevitably requires a significant expenditure of aura.
Only if his aura is sufficiently strong can he withstand increasingly unreasonable and difficult requests.
For example, if someone were to ask Luke to destroy the world, then the aura required to invent something that would achieve this effect would be enormous.
Just like now, Uvogin had sent Luke a request for food. If he were to invent something that could create food out of thin air, like the classic Gourmet Table Cloth from Doraemon, then the aura required would be beyond Luke's current capabilities.
So, he had to settle for the next best thing: specify the specific type of food he was requesting.
"Strength is still what I need..."
Luke once again reaffirmed his resolve to improve his strength, especially his aura capacity.
If only he were like a transmigrator with Doraemon's 4D Pocket, able to directly conjure any gadgets, things would have been so easy!
Luke sighed again.
"Perhaps I could also try using Vows and Limitations to lessen the consumption of my invention..."
His thoughts turned as he focused on inventing the machine needed to make the sticky rice cake.
Soon, just as Uvogin's eyes grew bored and he began to wonder if he'd gotten too carried away playing games with this foolish boy.
Suddenly, a bright glow began to emanate from Luke's hands.
"Huh?!"
Uvogin instantly raised his head, and Machi's gaze followed suit.
Under their intense gaze, their pupils contracted in surprise.
In their sight, a strange purple machine, seemingly from nothing, gradually took shape in this empty space, before Luke's eyes!
It had a chimney-like top and an opening at the bottom, seemingly a small opening for transferring the finished product.
On one side of the machine was a lever, likely used to activate it.
"What the heck is this?!"
Uvogin's eyes widened, and he jumped up from the ground.
With the expression of a toad catching sight of the sky outside the well for the first time, he surveyed the machine with a look of wonder and disbelief.
Although Machi remained silent, she stared intently at the machine.