A broken neck—restored.
A stilled heart—beating once more.
"What are you doing?!"
"Father, save me!!"
"It hurts! You damned human!!"
"I'll turn you into my slave!"
"AAAHHH!!"
The supposedly dead Saint Charlos suddenly snapped his eyes open.
Panic and terror flooded his face as he screamed uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down.
A foul smell spread—
He had completely lost control of himself.
The entire auction hall fell into a deathly silence.
Not just the hall—
It felt as if the entire world had gone silent.
Countless eyes were fixed on Charlos, filled with indescribable emotion.
He… came back to life?!
Everyone had seen it clearly—
His neck had been snapped.
There was no possible way he should be alive.
As for deception? Trickery? Acting?
Those thoughts surfaced—
And were instantly dismissed.
Because he was a Celestial Dragon.
These arrogant beings would never lower themselves to act alongside a mere human—
Especially not someone as foolish as Charlos.
No matter how much doubt lingered—
The reality before them was undeniable.
There was no illusion.
Holy Land — Mary Geoise
"Outrageous! An unforgivable crime!"
"This is an unprecedented incident! And who is that disgraceful fool?"
"He is Saint Charlos of the Rosward family—the eldest son."
"Bring him back. And retrieve that item—the Magic Eye Cross."
"Kizaru has already departed. The Marines at Sabaody have sealed all coating facilities. The Magic Eye Pirates won't escape."
A brief silence followed.
"Resurrection… do you Berrieseve it?"
"If such a power existed in this world, we would already know."
"It's likely some undocumented Devil Fruit ability. According to Marine reports, 'Magus' Yuuki wields multiple attributes—possibly a Mythical Zoan never seen before."
"Once Charlos is retrieved and Yuuki captured, the truth will be revealed."
Voices—low, hoarse, authoritative—echoed through the vast hall.
Back to the Auction Hall
The atmosphere turned scorching hot.
Yuuki looked at the hysterical Charlos—especially the smell—and waved his hand in mild disgust.
Bang!
Charlos was flung back into the VIP section, crashing down with a scream.
"The abilities of the Magic Eye Cross have now been demonstrated."
Yuuki smiled faintly, holding the microphone.
"You may begin bidding."
No one spoke.
Every pair of eyes burned with desire—
Yet no one dared make the first move.
It wasn't about whether they could afford it.
It was—
Could they keep it?
A treasure capable of regeneration and resurrection…
Owning it was one thing.
Surviving with it was another.
BANG!
Suddenly—
The doors at the back of the auction hall burst open.
A group of Marines stormed in, rifles raised, quickly spreading out along both sides of the hall.
Their guns locked onto Yuuki and his crew.
Behind them—
Mohji, Cabaji, Buggy, and Marianne stood still.
They showed no reaction to the guns.
They were still processing what had just happened.
Before arriving here, Buggy had no idea what Yuuki planned.
He had guessed… somewhat.
But not this.
Gulp.
Buggy swallowed hard, his throat dry.
Is this what the captain meant by "showing our fangs to the world"?
Isn't this WAY too much?!
At that moment—
Another figure entered.
Dressed in a spacesuit-like outfit, wearing a white cloak, with a large brown beard and black sunglasses—
A Celestial Dragon.
"500 million Berries."
A cold, cruel voice rang out.
"A treasure like this… only we Celestial Dragons are worthy of it."
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
This man—
Was Saint Roswald, Charlos' father.
To a certain extent, Sabaody Archipelago was practically the Celestial Dragons' backyard.
If offended—
An Admiral or even CP0 could be summoned at any time.
With both the Marines and another Celestial Dragon present—
Any lingering thoughts of bidding were extinguished.
Without needing orders—
A Celestial Dragon guard vanished instantly.
He reappeared in the VIP section, lifted the unconscious Charlos, and checked him carefully.
Seeing no injuries—
He finally exhaled in relief.
Whoosh!
Using the heads of the crowd as stepping stones, he leapt back to Roswald.
"My lord, he has only fainted from shock. There are no physical injuries."
The guard knelt respectfully.
Roswald didn't even glance at his son.
Instead—
His gaze burned with greed as it locked onto the Magic Eye Cross.
Resurrection.
This—
Was a true treasure.
Compared to this—
Everything he had ever collected was worthless garbage.
Only such a treasure—
Was worthy of the Celestial Dragons.
The so-called descendants of the creators.
He had to obtain it—
Before other Celestial Dragon families arrived.
"500 million Berries!!"
Roswald raised his voice.
"No one here can offer more than that."
A clear threat lingered beneath his words.
Silence.
No one dared respond.
500 million Berries was low for such a treasure—
But no one dared compete.
Yuuki, however, didn't care.
The price—
Or who obtained it—
Was irrelevant.
This was merely the opening act.
What did surprise him slightly—
Was that Roswald chose to bid instead of seizing it outright.
Smarter than his idiot son.
The Five Elders had likely already issued orders.
After all—
With this level of disturbance, it was impossible for them not to notice.
"Oh?"
Yuuki's eyebrow twitched slightly.
Through his enhanced perception—
He had already sensed two powerful presences rapidly approaching Sabaody.
Now things are getting interesting.
"Since no one else is bidding…"
Yuuki spoke casually.
"Congratulations, Celestial Dragon."
With a flick of his arm—
The Magic Eye Cross shot toward Roswald.
The casual manner—
Made it clear he held no regard for Celestial Dragons at all.
Whoosh!
The force behind it made the guard's expression change.
He stepped forward instantly and caught it.
Boom!
So heavy—!
The guard grunted, forced back two steps before stabilizing himself.
Damn pirate!
How dare he show such disrespect to a Celestial Dragon!
Before he could react—
BANG!
A gunshot rang out.
A bullet pierced through the back of his skull—
Blood sprayed into the air.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to turn—
But strength left his body.
He collapsed.
Dead.
Shock spread through the hall—
And across the entire world watching.
Because the one who fired—
Was Roswald himself.
"Hmph."
"A treasure like this… is not something a lowly creature like you is allowed to touch."
Roswald lowered his smoking gun, speaking coldly.
Strangely—
After killing his own guard—
He didn't immediately pick up the Magic Eye Cross.
Instead—
He simply stared at the corpse.
Next Bonus Chapter at 5500 powerstones.