The premise of this ability was also based on Luke being able to promptly find and complete the corresponding inventions that met the conditions of a request or commission.
For example, if he wants to eat sticky rice cakes, he needs to know about the Mochi-Maker.
Similarly, if Uvogin wants to eat something else, Luke needs to know about an invention that roughly meets the requirements.
"Of course, if it's something particularly general, like an invention that meets any food-related requirements, like a Gourmet Table Cloth, even if the aura consumption is minimized, it would still require a lot..."
Luke knew this.
He wasn't so naive as to think he could invent anything with this ability.
As usual, if someone really gave Luke a commission to destroy the world... Even if Luke knew about inventions like the Earth Destroying Bomb, if he really brought it out, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
"But some normal inventions should be no problem..."
Luke went over in his mind the great inventors and their inventions he was familiar with: "The gadgets from Doraemon go without saying; The inventions of Wolffy and Mr. Slowy from Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf are interesting too; there's Dr. Mihoo from GG Bond; Professor Agasa from Detective Conan; Dr. Slump, Bulma and her father from Dragon Ball, and so on..."
Luke knew all about these amazing inventors and their inventions.
Thanks to all the anime he watched as a child, it made it much easier for him to come up with the right inventions for any difficult requests or commissions!
"So, there are two main things right now..."
Luke felt the frail aura within him as he surveyed the empty house, truly bare.
"First, I need to strengthen myself, at least to have enough aura to both defend myself and sustain future inventions."
"The other is to improve my current life..."
When it came to improving his life, Luke couldn't help but sigh helplessly.
His home was far too poor; he couldn't even find a cup to drink water from.
Which was why up until now, he hadn't been able to perform Water Divination to test his aura type.
There were six Nen types: Enhancer, Transmuter, Emitter, Conjurer, Manipulator, and Specialist.
Luke guessed he was most likely either a Conjurer or a Specialist.
"Forget about which type for now, I need to fill my stomach again."
Feeling the renewed pang of hunger, Luke felt a little melancholy.
What kind of transmigrator ends up like this, finally crossing over, only to be unable to even feed himself properly?
"Sticky rice cakes taste good, but they're not filling."
"And most of it went to Uvogin..."
"If he wants to eat more good food, he'll probably come back again..."
Knock, knock, knock.
Just as Luke was thinking this, there was a sudden knock on the shabby door.
"It's us."
From outside came Machi's calm voice.
This lowered Luke's vigilance somewhat, and after using aura to confirm that there were indeed no other outsiders, he finally stood up and went to open the door.
Since Machi said, us, meaning that besides her, Uvogin had come along as well.
That's right…
"You changed your mind... Huh?!"
Luke opened the door, and the first thing he saw was Machi, covered in dust and dirt.
Then, behind him, Uvogin, bruised and grimacing in pain, sat on the ground.
"We got into a fight."
Meeting Luke's startled gaze, Machi's eyes remained calm as she explained simply.
"It's a common occurrence in Meteor City."
Yes, getting into fights in Meteor City is certainly not uncommon.
But with Uvogin and Machi looking so miserable…
"Those two bastards didn't get off easy either!"
Seeing Luke's gaze, Uvogin remained defiant: "That bastard, Phinks, I beat him so hard that I knocked out several of his teeth!"
As he grinned, his own missing tooth was clearly visible.
Luke: "..."
So you knocked out his teeth, but you lost one yourself, hardly a win.
But…
"Phinks, huh? And since you said those two, the other one must have been Feitan?"
Hearing those familiar words, Luke instantly connected the dots.
And a sudden realization struck him.
It all made sense now; only the duo of Phinks and Feitan could have left Uvogin and Machi looking so battered.
But at the same time, the two must have suffered too.
Otherwise, Uvogin wouldn't be so proud and complacent.
Just earlier, he had stormed out in anger, but now he returned with the demeanor of a victor.
Clearly, he came back just to show off…
'See, I don't need to beg you to become stronger. I can still defeat others!'
That was probably what he meant.
"So you're here to ask me for medical treatment?"
Luke ignored him, simply examining the two before him. They were likely only suffering superficial injuries, nothing serious.
"No need, they're just minor injuries."
Uvogin, still feigning his resilience, waved his hand.
"We're just hungry, so we came to your place for something to eat."