In the drizzling curtain of rain, Seven and Mihawk walked side by side through the crowd.
"Mihawk, is the opponent strong?"
"In town… it's easy to draw the Marine's attention."
Seven couldn't help muttering: You're a Marine hunter, and you're afraid of Marines?
Besides—
Before Captain surrendered, he'd already reached an agreement with the World Government: they wouldn't trouble the rest of the Roger Pirates. Yet here they are, targeting me again.
As expected of the World Government—credit score solidly negative.
"Damn it, just you wait."
Back when the system hadn't activated, you guys put bounties on me left and right; now that it's online, you still want to catch me.
Outrageous!
If you've got guts, go grab Vice-Captain Rayleigh; chasing a cook non-stop—pure bullying of an honest man!
Back in his room, Seven opened the newbie gift pack at once; two warm currents instantly spread through his body, then his gut started writhing like crazy.
[Big Eater: supreme stomach pouch—rapidly stores energy via eating. Review: three-meter height, you deserve it.]
[Innate Divine Strength: your strength is kinda big.]
With Big Eater active, the hunger he hadn't felt in six years came roaring back.
He pulled the Rumble-Rumble Fruit from the system space; ignoring the sickening taste, he crunched it down to the last bite, not even leaving the stem.
Even one bite of a Devil Fruit grants the power, but Seven had been schooled by the internet.
He'd heard the rumor: finish the whole fruit to awaken it more easily.
Crackling lightning cloaked his body. Staring at his elementized hands, the unease that had weighed on him since the Roger Pirates disbanded vanished in an instant.
With a Fruit power, even if he met an unbeatable foe, he could at least run.
He could even sense storm clouds overhead; with a single thought, lightning could pour down.
"Finally I can live by my own strength."
In the ten-square-meter room, Seven zipped around as lightning, savoring the feel of being elemental.
From now on he could shout: I'm the lightning man who ate the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
Reverting to flesh, he used lightning to temper his body while studying the Myriad-World Trading Platform.
Put simply—
It's a cross-world marketplace: buy with points or barter.
Sell One Piece world items to the system for points, or list them for other-world users and earn points.
Think of an in-game auction house.
For example—
Captain Roger's blade Ace: system buyout 10,000 points; Famous Sword Shusui: 5,000 points.
If you don't sell to the system, list supreme grade meito ace at a higher price.
Platform skims ten percent on every deal.
Glancing at the listed goods, Seven's eyes blazed.
[musou isshin: 88,888 tons of gold. Seller note: heh, my wife's Raiden Makoto!]
[Ex～Calibur: 10,000 points. Seller note: I've got a little ahoge!]
[Wanted: any One Piece bro—1,000 points for a Devil Fruit.]
[Wanted: One Piece bro—10,000 points, just let Momonosuke die.]
[Wanted: One Piece bro—10,000 points, just let the King of Deserters die.]
Seven burned with envy: that Teyvat jerk deserves to die—married Raiden Makoto and flaunts musou isshin!
"Damn you, just wait."
Your own misery is hateful, but others' success hurts even more.
Same transmigrator—why is he broke, with no noble birth or OP body, while that Teyvat idiot gets to marry Raiden Makoto?
Seven's mind shattered.
"Screw it—even if I have to empty Gold Country, I'm buying musou isshin."
"Die mad, bastard!"
After ranting a while he finally tested what points meant—pulling out the eternal log pose pointing to Raftel.
[Sell eternal pose (Raftel) for 1,000 points?]
"No."
Stashing the pose in the system warehouse, he checked the direct-sale tab:
[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]
[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]
[Conqueror's Haki: already owned]
[Swordmaster training: 1,000 points]
[Iron Balloon: 20,000 points]
Compared with the player listings, the direct shop was sparse—only Three Types of Haki, swordsmanship, and physique.
"So… expensive!"
"Observation and Armament—if you can't awaken them yourself, five grand each! Iron Balloon's a whopping twenty."
He wanted them badly—
but couldn't afford a single one.
He resolved to leave Loguetown ASAP and hit Gold Country,
to buy musou isshin with that golden pillar.
A sword is a swordsman's second life; an artifact like musou isshin needs no explanation.
He'd meant to retrieve Captain Roger's blade Ace, but with musou isshin around—
Ace? Don't know her.
As for the two Haki colors, he'd grind the hard way for now; he was flat broke on points anyway.
Anything priced in the tens of thousands was off the table for now.
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Mihawk hadn't come to hurry him; Seven guessed Mihawk hated getting wet, and that coffin boat was too cramped—hell to find a toilet… Across the street in the weapons shop,
CP9 agent Lu Bian Yi Tiao's brows were knotted: "Why's he with Mihawk?"
"With Mihawk around I've got no shot. Call in the Marines?"
For any other Roger Pirate it might be worth sharing credit, but Barzeb Seven's a weakling—no need!
Calling the Marines means splitting the bounty.
Inside the hotel, Seven ordered dinner for twenty. Mihawk raised an eyebrow as he scarfed it down.
"We'll leave after dark."
Mouth full, Seven said, "Mihawk, a guy like you worried about Marines?"
Mihawk lifted his teacup: "The marine hero escorting Roger to Loguetown… is Garp."
"Old man Garp…" A chill ran down Seven's spine.
Garp—Roger himself called him a headache, a pure battle maniac who lands every punch.
He'd even pummel Imu without blinking,
and with his iron fists dominated the entire Great Pirate era, rival and friend to Captain Roger.
Strongest man Jabba said Roger once invited Garp aboard, but Garp refused.
That's why, before meeting Mihawk at Twin Capes, Seven had detoured to Foosha Village to leave Garp a little surprise.
"If it's Garp, we'd better be careful. Mihawk, I'll grab us a bigger ship later."
On the way here he could ride Mihawk's coffin boat and ignore the sea; now he needed something larger—if only for a decent toilet.
Because of the Pirate King's public execution, Loguetown's harbor was packed with every kind of vessel.
As a pirate, stealing a ship is only natural.