In Doraemon, the mini version of Dekisugi used his sharp mind to easily help Nobita finish his homework.
And when Nobita was targeted by bullies while buying manga, chased by a vicious dog on the street, or pursued by a runaway pushcart, the mini Dekisugi thoughtfully came up with clever ideas to help Nobita escape each crisis one after another.
This greatly changed Nobita's impression of him.
Just when they were about to become good friends…
Nobita happened to bump into the real Dekisugi, happily chatting with Shizuka as they made plans to buy books…
Nobita's jealousy exploded, leaving the mini Dekisugi utterly confused at what madness Nobita was throwing.
He couldn't make sense of it at all.
From this, it was clear that these miniature copies didn't quite possess the same level of understanding and perception of the world as the originals.
But for Luke, this was exactly what he wanted.
"I don't need Biscuit's sly, tricky brain; just her guiding ability is already more than enough for me!"
What Luke valued was Biscuit's ability to teach.
Of course, if he could stretch it further…
"There's also those decades of battle experience and wisdom, those combat skills and methods..."
Luke gazed at the tiny figure in his palm, his smile growing wider.
"Relying solely on external guidance to train myself to become stronger would be far too slow..."
"And besides, these mini copies can't even speak."
Yes, being unable to talk was one of the defects of these miniatures.
Normally, that would make verbal instruction troublesome.
But Luke had his own unique way to resolve this.
"Instead of depending on slow external teachings, taking years of practice to train myself to the peak..."
Luke moved to a quiet place and placed Biscuit's tiny version down.
"I personally prefer the path of dark cultivation..."
Then, with a flip of his hand, he took out a peculiar item.
It looked ordinary, but in reality, it was anything but ordinary.
"Thanks to the popularity of the Battle of the Beasts on Meteor City, so many children have dreams and aspirations. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come up with so many inventions."
"Go ahead."
Luke sighed, tossing the disk into the air above the miniature Biscuit.
Instantly, memories poured out like tangled streams, all converging on the disk Luke casually threw, hovering above the miniature Biscuit's head.
Invention: Memory Disk
Origin: Doraemon World — Future Tech Company.
Function: This memory disk can temporarily retrieve and copy memories stored in the brain. It can also retrieve and delete unpleasant events known to others, or implant new memories.
Luke used this very disk to extract all the memories from the miniature Biscuit's head!
Fighting techniques, combat experience, understanding and insights into aura, methods of training and guiding aura... And so much more, all these memories and contents were extracted by Luke using this Memory Disk!
Then…
"This should do."
Luke filtered the extracted memories with a disk player.
It was fortunate this was just a miniature copy; otherwise, the sheer volume of memories would have overloaded the device.
Even so, Luke deleted quite a few, keeping only the most crucial insights, experiences, and methods of training Nen.
Then, without hesitation, he poured all these memories into his mind!
That's right!
Forget arduous training, years of grinding, steady step-by-step progress…
Nothing compared to this dark-cultivation of direct transmission that achieved it all in one go!
Luke understood his identity very clearly.
He was just an ordinary inventor, and relying on his own inventions was the true path!
Becoming stronger through his inventions was the most appropriate method for him!
This method of extracting memories to gain experience and insights would greatly accelerate his growth and strength!
Of course, since this was about learning Nen, Luke knew that this method essentially required finding the most suitable individual.
Biscuit was undoubtedly the best choice, both in terms of personal strength and imparting knowledge.
Luke estimated that the only people who could surpass Biscuit in this regard were a handful of people, including Netero, Gings, and Maha Zoldyck.
And that was just in terms of strength.
When it comes to teaching and guidance, those mentioned above might even be inferior to Biscuit.
It could be said that Biscuit was absolutely the best choice for Luke, without question!
"Besides, those other old guys wouldn't be as easy to talk to as Biscuit, and we wouldn't even be able to communicate normally."
"If it were any other old monster, they might have knocked me to the ground the moment I picked up my camera to shoot..."
Luke had a clear understanding of himself.
Before his strength matured, Biscuit was the most powerful person he could possibly photograph.
As for others, it was basically impossible.
And for that reason, Luke was content. Having Biscuit's memories and experiences is more than enough!
"Next, I just need to wait and take a little time to digest them."
After pouring all of those memories into his mind without leaving out a single detail, Luke closed his eyes and savored the flood of new knowledge.
As for the miniature Biscuit in his palm, its eyes had long been vacant, and its mind went blank.
If not for its overwhelming willpower, she might already be drooling by now.
She had truly been pushed to her limit by Luke.
Thankfully, this replica wouldn't last long and would dissipate on its own soon.
Of course, before it dissipated, Luke would be deeply grateful for her contributions and help.
Especially when he opened his eyes…
"Now, I lack nothing!"
Well, that was a joke, of course.
Luke casually tossed out a reference from a certain anime and then stretched his arms.
It had to be said, the memories of mini Biscuit had thoroughly filled in the gaps in his understanding of Nen!
His current accumulation and experience are almost greater than those of many renowned professional hunters!
"But it's still not enough."
Luke raised his arm and clenched his fist.
"I have experience and skills, but the most crucial aspect, accumulated strength, is still far from enough..."
Well, to put it in perspective, Luke is like someone with top-notch driving skills but lacking a high-performance supercar.
At best, he was driving a bus... and an old fuel version at that.
Like Pakunoda, in the future, she was able to develop a Nen ability that allows her to gain access to other people's memories by asking specific questions.
But to truly integrate the essence contained within those memories into oneself, time was still needed to digest everything.
And the Heavens Arena was the perfect place for that.
Not only were Uvogin and Feitan excellent sparring partners... But also...
"It has a pretty decent living environment, too."
Luke took the elevator up to the 100th floor, then went straight to Feitan's room and pushed open the door.
Inside, Uvogin and Nobunaga were locked in an intense arm-wrestling match.
Phinks sat alone in a corner, muttering to himself about something.
"Is this the room on the 100th floor?"
Luke took a quick look around and nodded slightly.
Compared to the accommodations over ten years later, it hadn't been renovated yet, but for this time period, it was already quite luxurious.
Feitan, who was reading in the room, heard the noise and glanced up.
Seeing it was Luke, he temporarily put away the short knife hidden in his sleeve.
It was a fruit knife he had taken from the room.
Feitan felt that this weapon was more suitable for him. He had already planned to craft himself a suitable weapon before reaching the 200th floor.
Then once he reached the 200th floor, he could have some fun with those so-called Nen users!
"You're back, Luke."
Crack!
Uvogin slammed Nobunaga's hand down and let out a triumphant roar before glancing over at Luke.
Nobunaga shot him a disgusted look while rubbing his sore wrist as he moved aside.
Phinks, in the corner, looked up, revealing bloodshot eyes.
Feitan closed the book in his hands and casually set it aside.
The title on the cover was The Rubber Doll, featuring disturbing surgery and mutilation.
The same author, Trevor Brown, who later wrote Feitan's favorite novel.
Reading broadened one's mind and gave a better understanding of the world, at least, that was Feitan's belief, even if what he read was novels like this...
Uvogin, on the other hand, didn't care much for such things.
"The fighter here doesn't seem that impressive."
Uvogin sank carelessly into the sofa, enjoying its softness.
"It was easy enough to reach the 100th floor. I thought it'd be tougher."
"Guess I can only hope those so-called Nen users above the 200th floor aren't as boring as now."
Having easily won the battle, Uvogin, who had just begun his journey into the outside world, was feeling incredibly confident.
"It seems you're all in pretty good shape, too."
Luke glanced at them casually. "Yeah, we're all fine..."
Uvogin nodded: "Except him."
He pointed at Phinks.
Swish!
The vein on Phinks' forehead bulged again, and his bloodshot eyes glared at him.
He gritted his teeth, as if he were about to tear off a chunk of flesh.
Of course, this wasn't directed at Uvogin…
"I won't lose next time!"
Phinks gritted his teeth while uttering these words bitterly.
Feitan and Uvogin had both successfully defeated their opponents and ascended to the hundredth floor.
Not only would they now face higher-ranking opponents, but they also enjoyed the privileges of a victor.
The luxurious rooms specially prepared for them truly infuriated Phinks, the only one who didn't make the cut.
All three had signed up for matches, but in the end, he was the only one who had fallen behind.
To him, it was nothing short of humiliating!
"It's okay. Losing once is normal."
Nobunaga, who didn't participate in the competition, was quite open-minded.
"We're not the only ones in this world who know Nen."
"There must be others who are even more powerful."
"We were drawn here by the Heavens Arena's reputation, so others would be as well."
He casually comforted Phinks: "You should be glad you lost in the early matches. Otherwise, if you'd made it up to the 100th floor and then lost…"
"Your private room would've been taken away. That would've been far more humiliating."
Fighters who come to the Heavens Arena will have their own private room after reaching the 100th floor.
But if they lose the battle and fall below the 100th floor, their room will be taken away.
"Of course I know!"
Phinks gritted his teeth. "From now on, I won't lose a single match!"
"Not so sure about that..."
Uvogin interjected. "If you run into me then, I'll definitely knock you down."
"Heh, who knows who'll fall first!"
The two resumed their usual rivalry.
"That's enough."
Luke saw this and waved his hand, interrupting them.
"In your case, you've only got an edge because you know Nen while others don't."
"If you were to fight a truly powerful Nen user, I'm afraid your chances of winning would be pitifully low."
Seeing the obvious dissatisfaction on Uvogin's face, Luke waved his hand and continued: "Take Wing, the one who fought Phinks earlier. He's the perfect example."
"If I'm not mistaken, he's studying under the Shingen-ryu school, the most widely spread school in the world, and considered the best and most authentic school for Nen users."
"Shingen-ryu school?"
Feitan and Nobunaga both repeated the name.
Phinks also regained his composure and looked towards Luke.
The dissatisfaction on Uvogin's face immediately faded, replaced by a serious expression.
The knowledge and content Luke shared with them were exclusive to Nen users.
It was something even ordinary people couldn't grasp, let alone those born in Meteor City.
Knowledge was power, and even Uvogin was willing to listen carefully.
"The Shingen-ryu school is currently the most widely practiced school for training Nen in the world."
"The world's most famous and powerful Nen users all come from this school."
"In fact..."
Luke paused, then offered the most compelling evidence: "The Chairman of the Hunter Association, known as the strongest Nen user in the world, Isaac Netero, is a representative figure of the Shingen-ryu school."
"Furthermore, he himself is the founder of this martial arts school."
The Shingen-ryu school is the dominant martial arts school in the world of Hunter x Hunter.
Its influence has been described as a mountain weighing down on all of the martial arts schools.