Sky Island, Gods Island.
The divine palace where the former God of Sky Island, Gan Fall, resided had been hung with a new plaque—Thunder God Palace.
Just as he finished a day of training, Seven's ears suddenly rang with a continuous 'ding-ding-ding-ding'.
"Ding, your consigned item: Flash Dial has been purchased by user Brother Warhammer. You have received 900 points. Current points balance: 16,866."
..."Ding, your consigned item: Picture Shell has been purchased by user Brother Warhammer. You have received 450 points. Current points balance: 20,016."
Seven immediately let out a long sigh of relief: Brother Warhammer, the richest man on the platform, has finally placed an order.
As expected of the platform's wealthiest man, even shells like the Picture Shell, which are no different from cameras, were bought without hesitation.
"Is this the world of Brother Warhammer?"
He doesn't take points seriously at all, unlike Seven, who had to sell everything he owned and wait anxiously for the rich guy to place an order just to buy an Iron Balloon.
With the points credited, Seven's sleepiness vanished.
"Purchase Iron Balloon."
"Ding, purchase successful. The Iron Balloon will remodel your physique within 90 days. Increasing training intensity, consuming sufficient food, and resting will shorten the remodeling period."
"Current points balance: 16."
Looking at his destitute points balance, Seven immediately rolled out of bed and ran another three laps around Sky Island.
The trinity of Big Eater, Innate Divine Strength, and Iron Balloon allowed Seven to completely shed his reputation as a physical weakling and join the ranks of the top-tier Talents of the sea.
Big Eater handles digestion, quickly replenishing and storing physical strength while accelerating body repair. Even if severely injured, sufficient food can quickly restore physical energy and heal wounds.
It can be called the ultimate endurance.
With Innate Divine Strength as a concept-level passive, Seven's strength remains immense even when facing the Giant Race.
The Iron Balloon, on the other hand, provides incredible DEF.
Taking Charlotte Linlin as an example, the blades of the Giant Race were shattered when they struck the 5-year-old Linlin, and even a hail of Bullets could not leave a single scar on her.
Such power made Seven wish he could jump into the sea and swim a few laps right away.
After twelve full hours of extra training.
Dragging his exhausted body, Seven ate a breakfast meant for thirty people in one go. He couldn't help but start to wonder: if this continued, was it possible he would eat Sky Island into a food crisis?
Before coming to Sky Island, his daily consumption was roughly equivalent to twenty people.
After settling down on Sky Island and starting his cultivation, his daily consumption increased by another half.
One person was equivalent to thirty Skypieans.
For a Sky Island with insufficient land resources, this would more or less cause a certain impact.
"I should find time to go to Sabaody Archipelago and exchange the gold in the system space for Devil Fruits."
There wasn't a second Brother Warhammer on the trading platform. An opportunity like this to quickly earn a large amount of points by relying on shells was a one-time thing.
Seven had already seen many posts on the trading platform seeking to buy shells at low prices.
[Seeking to buy: 200 points for a laser sea slug. Brothers in the Pirate world, don't give me random prices.]
[Seeking to buy: 300 points for an Octopus Balloon. Big brother in the Pirate world, can you please return the musou isshin to me? The price is negotiable.]
"I bought this musou isshin with my own skill."
"Why should I return it?"
Seven was righteous. To buy the musou isshin, he hadn't hesitated to rush all the way from Loguetown to Sky Island just to pick up this bargain.
Give it back? What a joke.
If you have the ability, have Raiden Ei come to the Pirate world and catch me.
Not only did Seven not return it, but he also immediately took out an Octopus Balloon, accepted the commission, and submitted the item in one smooth motion.
[Ding, congratulations on completing the commission. You have received 300 points. Completed commissions for the month: 9/10. Current points balance: 316.]
"It would be great if there were more of these simpletons."
Normally, the musou isshin's listed price of 88,888 tons of gold is actually quite a lot.
Taking the previous life's Earth as an example, the top five countries in gold reserves were 8,133 tons, 3,350 tons, 2,452 tons, 2,437 tons, and 2,333 tons respectively.
Added together, it wasn't even 20,000 tons.
However, that giant pillar in the Gold Country was an exception. It just so happened that Seven had followed Captain Roger to the Gold Country before, which gave him the chance to pick up the bargain.
One could only say Seven was lucky.
The simpleton from Teyvat just had bad luck.
Days passed like this. During the ethnic integration of the Shandians and the Shandians, occasional conflicts would break out, but they were all forcefully suppressed by the Thunder Cloud Guards.
Seven rarely made public appearances.
However, he still maintained his weekly training of the Thunder Cloud Guards without fail, sweeping through hundreds of them in a crushing manner every time.
Because of this, the Thunder God's rule became more stable... Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
After a full three months of vacation, Marine Hero Garp returned to Marineford on his beloved dog-headed warship and went straight to Sengoku's office.
Clang.
The office door was kicked open. Garp, picking his nose, shouted, "Why did you call me back in such a hurry? What's the matter?"
He was already exhausted from taking care of a pregnant woman at home, and then being summoned back by Sengoku as if his life depended on it, so Garp vented his frustration on Sengoku's snacks.
Sengoku gritted his teeth and endured his anger, tossing an order to Garp.
"After Roger's death, former member of the Roger Pirates, the demon heir Douglas Bullet, has successively attacked more than ten Marine outposts and destroyed countless merchant ships of allied nations."
"The World Government demands that the Marine launch a Buster Call to arrest Bullet and lock him in Impel Down."
Garp muttered, "Is it because Roger died that he can only aimlessly destroy everything to vent his anger?"
So it wasn't just him who felt lost because of Roger's death.
"Oh, right." Garp seemed to remember something.
"What about the rest of the Roger Pirates? Is it only Bullet causing trouble everywhere?"
Sengoku pulled a few more files from his drawer.
"The King's Right Hand, Silvers Rayleigh, is making a living coating ships in Sabaody Archipelago. The Pirate King's left arm, Jabba, is missing. The other members are relatively well-behaved..."
"Barzeb Seven attacked CP9 a while ago and kidnapped a World Government prisoner."
"By the time Borsalino arrived, only the wreckage of the pirate ship remained. Barzeb has been missing ever since."
"Nani?!" Garp's eyes widened.
"Wreckage? He's dead?"
Judging by the White-Haired Kid's recent reckless actions, such a guy was destined to be a menace and couldn't possibly fall so easily.
"Most likely dead," Sengoku said.
"This Buster Call will be signed by you and me. We'll set out as soon as the intelligence department finds Bullet."
"Fine," Garp agreed.
For a period after Roger was executed, Garp did indeed feel lost.
However, after staying in his old house in Foosha Village for a month, Garp finally found a new source of fun: throwing Barzeb Seven into Impel Down.
That kid was truly troublesome, and he acted entirely based on his own whims without any moral standards.
For the entire sea, such a person would either be a great catastrophe or a savior.
However, Garp could never have imagined.
Barzeb Seven would remain missing from then on, as if he had truly perished.