The delicious part was yet to come.
Finally, after more than two hundred pieces of mochi had all been made and then quickly devoured by Uvogin like a whirlwind—
"Burp~"
Although he did not feel particularly full, Uvogin still gave face and let out a satisfied burp.
"Refreshing, so refreshing~!!!"
Uvogin casually wanted to break off a wooden stick to pick his teeth.
But after glancing around the empty room, he had no choice but to give up.
Machi, standing beside him, wiped the remaining mochi residue from her face, and her small eyes gradually turned toward Moge.
People only began to have deeper thoughts after their stomachs were full.
For example, who exactly was this person in front of them?
And why had he specifically invited them?
And this so-called invention—the glutinous rice cake machine that had suddenly appeared out of thin air, along with all the accompanying strange tools~~~
All of this inevitably made people think and let their thoughts wander.
Regarding this, Machi could think of it.
And although Uvogin seemed carefree and reckless, his mind was actually quite meticulous.
Unlike Machi, who preferred to remain silent, he spoke very directly.
"My name is Uvogin, and she is Machi…"
"Machi Komachine."
Machi emphasized her full name.
"Alright, I'm the only one without a last name."
Uvogin spread his hands.
"Moge."
Moge simply stated his name.
Hearing this, Uvogin became even happier.
"So you don't have a last name either, just like me!!!"
"~~~~~"
Moge had no intention of explaining that his surname was actually "Mo."
In this world, following the Western naming system, the given name came first, followed by the surname.
For example, Gon Freecss—Gon was the given name, and Freecss was the surname.
Generally speaking, people here addressed each other by their given names.
Only those with unparalleled influence and strong reputations would be respectfully addressed by their surnames.
The most typical example was the strongest person in the world today, Chairman Netero.
His full name was Isaac Netero.
Isaac was the given name, and Netero was the surname, yet people only called him Chairman Netero.
This also caused his descendant, his unaccomplished son, Beyond Netero, to almost lose the significance of his surname.
"This is the first time I've eaten mochi so heartily…"
Uvogin still felt a bit unsatisfied.
"Anyway, Moge, right? Thank you for your hospitality."
He clenched his fist and pointed his thumb at himself.
"From now on, in this area, just say you're my man, Uvogin."
"In this area, I'll protect your people!!!"
Uvogin spoke with great pride and the demeanor of a powerful leader.
But Moge knew his limitations very well.
Aside from his massive physique and immense strength, he was essentially simple-minded.
Chrollo, together with Shalnark and Franklin, could easily trick him.
Not only that, even Feitan and Phinks had once been played by Chrollo.
Therefore, Uvogin's promise of protection was something to hear but not take too seriously.
"If you two are hungry later and want to fill your stomachs, just come directly to me."
Moge clapped his hands, making a casual promise.
"Really?!!!"
Uvogin's eyes sparkled, and his pupils instantly widened.
"Do you think the mochi you ate today was fake?"
Moge shrugged.
"Next time you're hungry, you can come directly, but you have to decide what you want to eat in advance."
"Of course, if you still don't trust me and don't want to come again, that's fine too…"
"Come! How could we not come?!!!"
Uvogin grinned widely and leaned closer.
"Moge, you're really great~!"
"I really like you!!!"
"Come, let me thank you properly~!"
Uvogin had no other assets or valuables to repay others.
Even after the Genei Ryodan was formed, he still had no money whatsoever.
So much so that in Yorknew City, after Shalnark helped him locate Kurapika, the Chain User, in a hotel—
No matter how much Shalnark emphasized that he only wanted money and nothing else, Uvogin still shamelessly pressed his thick lips against Shalnark's face.
And now, it was clear that he had the same idea.
"I don't need your thanks."
Moge, expressionless, reached out and pressed his hand against Uvogin's head, holding him in place.
At present, he only needed Uvogin's "food" requests, and that was enough.
"Don't be shy, I don't have anything else… Oh?! Your strength isn't ordinary at all~~~"
Uvogin had initially thought he was just joking after eating his fill.
But he suddenly realized that the strength in Moge's hand was not inferior to his own at all~!!!
This instantly ignited his competitive spirit, and he began silently struggling against Moge's Qi-infused grip.
Machi, standing to the side, looked at Moge, who easily restrained Uvogin, and then at the glutinous rice cake machine nearby.
The probing look in her eyes was unmistakable.
"No more, no more~!!!"
Uvogin, sensing something was wrong, hurriedly shouted and retreated, breaking free from Moge's grasp.
At the same time, he asked the question that had been lingering in Machi's mind:
"How did you do that?!"
Uvogin smacked his lips and asked bluntly.
"How did you… invent this thing?"
He felt that Moge's so-called "invention" was very different from what he had imagined.
"Do you want to know?"
Moge looked at Uvogin's curious expression, a slow smile spreading across his lips.
"Mmm~~~"
Uvogin immediately nodded, and Machi also turned to look.
"This so-called 'invention' comes from a mysterious power within the human body,"
Moge said leisurely.
"Depending on each person's physique, this power will manifest in different ways."
"And how to unleash this power…"
Seeing their serious and focused expressions, Moge's lips curled slightly.
"That is…"
That is~~~
Uvogin and Machi instinctively leaned forward.
"No comment."
Moge suddenly spread his hands, his tone abruptly changing.
Uvogin, who had leaned too far forward, almost stumbled and fell.
Countless question marks seemed to appear above his head, and his bewildered eyes revealed his confusion.
However, when he saw Moge's calm posture with his hands tucked in, he gradually bared his teeth again.
"You… you definitely know, don't you?!!!"
Uvogin's expression twisted.
"You just don't want to tell us?!"
"Mmm~~~ I guess you could say that."
Moge replied calmly.
"Besides, I don't think I'm obligated to tell you, am I?"
Uvogin: "…"
That reasoning seemed correct.
But in Meteor City, reasoning didn't apply at all!!!