“Ding…
host has set out to sea.
Issuing system mission.”
“Ding…
System mission: Head to Loguetown in the East Blue to witness the execution of Pirate King Roger.”
“Ding…
Mission rewards: One random Devil Fruit with no side effects, and one vibranium aircraft carrier custom-made by Tony Stark from the Marvel World.”
Holy crap!
A system mission?
It even has this function?
Damn!
These mission rewards are way too good!
A Devil Fruit with no side effects?
Doesn’t that mean no fear of seawater or Sea Stone?
Most importantly, no ‘one fruit per person’ limit!
And a vibranium aircraft carrier—that’s the real treasure.
In the Marvel World, vibranium is sold by the gram.
How much would it take to build a carrier?
They must have emptied out Wakanda’s warehouse.
Not to mention Iron Man’s high-tech gadgets: AI, Iron Man suits, Arc Reactors, and all sorts of weapons.
What man could resist a temptation like that?
Dar was so excited he was about to burst; the corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than an AK’s recoil.
Walking with a cocky, arrogant stride, he arrived at the Captain’s quarters.
This was a medium-sized pirate ship, but the Captain clearly had privileges; the room looked quite nice and was fully furnished.
A group of pirates had been waiting there for a long time, each with a large bump on their head.
Those were from Dar’s earlier beatdown, which had gained him quite a bit of Armament Haki.
Dar found a chair and sat down, looking at the crowd.
Every pirate who made eye contact with him hurriedly lowered their head, not daring to look directly at him.
“Have you guys heard any rumors about Pirate King Roger?
Tell me about them.”
A blonde guy with a mohawk stepped forward, his face full of fawning smiles.
“Hehe…
Boss, there hasn’t been any news of Pirate King Roger for a year.
People say he found the Great Treasure and is now hiding his identity, enjoying himself somewhere.”
Dar gave him a disdainful glance.
Enjoying himself?
He probably doesn’t have much time left to live.
He remembered that after Roger disbanded the pirate crew, he disappeared for a year before turning himself in.
After surrendering, he was executed very quickly, which meant it was happening soon.
However, a major event like the execution of Pirate King Roger would be announced to the whole world.
After the announcement, it would take time for the news to spread so people from all over could come to watch, showcasing the authority of the World Government.
So, there was still plenty of time.
Dar rubbed his stomach and said, “Remove the pirate crew’s flag from the ship.
From now on, call me Boss.
Two of you go sail the ship and find a Marine branch to exchange the bounties.
Everyone else…
go cook for me.
Keep cooking until I’m full, understand?”
“Understood!”
All the pirates scrambled to get to work, as if terrified that being a step late would result in punishment from Dar.
…
Two days later.
Black Stone Island.
This was a central hub for the North Blue routes, with a bustling port and a large population.
At this moment, inside a restaurant on the commercial street…
A young man was devouring noodles while shouting, “Boss!
Another bowl!”
“O-Okay!
Sir!”
A waiter replied, drenched in sweat.
Everyone in the shop was looking at him like he was a monster.
How many years had it been since this kid last ate?
This person was Dar, who had come to exchange the bounties.
He had sent a few lackeys to watch the ship.
In two days, he had almost finished all the food on board.
As soon as he stepped onto the island, he followed the aroma to this restaurant.
Recalling the food those pirates made was simply beyond words.
After asking, he found out that the original ship’s cook had been beaten to death by Dar, which had made Dar feel depressed for quite a while.
Now that he finally had normal food, he was determined to eat to his heart’s content today.
Finally, after eating ten more large bowls of noodles, three pots of meat, and countless other dishes, Dar let out a satisfied burp and patted his stomach.
“Boss!
Bill, please.”
A middle-aged man dressed as a chef stumbled out from the back kitchen, staring at Dar like he was a monster.
“Sir, your total is 1.35 million Berries.
I’ll round it down to 1.3 million Berries for you.”
Without a word, Dar pulled out 20 million Berries from his coat.
This was money he had seized from Rody’s pirate ship—a total of 38 million Berries.
It was all ill-gotten gains, so Dar felt no psychological burden using it.
Handing the money to the man, he said, “Your food is pretty good.
Use the rest of the money to prepare meat for me.
I’ll come pick it up tomorrow.”
Whoa!
A big customer!
The man hurriedly took the Berries.
His back stopped aching and his legs stopped being sore.
He thumped his chest loudly and said, “Rest assured, sir!
Our food is worth every penny.
We won’t let you down.”
“Good, you’ve got spirit.”
Dar stood up and patted the man’s shoulder.
“Ding…
host Armament Haki +11.”
The man was patted so hard he stumbled and almost fell.
He looked at Dar in surprise and said, “Sir, you really are strong.
Heh…
hehe.”
“It’s only logical that someone who eats a lot would be strong.”
With that, Dar left the restaurant.
Seeing that it was still early, Dar went to a clothing store.
“Welcome!
Is there anything you need, sir?”
The proprietress behind the counter saw a customer and hurriedly came forward to receive him.
Dar looked up and couldn’t help but freeze.
The proprietress looked to be in her twenties, with long, wavy golden hair, skin as white as goat’s milk, charming eyes, and seductive red lips.
She wore a wine-red floral dress.
She had a pair of long, straight, shapely legs, a slender and attractive waist, and the two peaks on her chest were even more magnificent.
They swayed enough to dazzle anyone as she walked.
He had to admit, the figures of women in the One Piece world were simply ridiculously unfair.
The proprietress had seen this kind of look many times, but it was the first time seeing it from such a handsome and tall young man.
And he was staring straight at her chest—how embarrassing.
In the world of One Piece, where most men had rather rough designs, Dar’s looks were comparable to Sasuke Uchiha’s from next door; he was like a crane among a flock of chickens.
Being stared at by such a stunningly handsome guy, the proprietress felt quite proud.
She was almost thirty and still so charming.
Look at this young handsome guy, completely entranced by her.
“Sir?” the proprietress called out, her face blushing.
Dar snapped out of it, feeling a bit embarrassed.
He had actually been stunned for three seconds.
As expected of a G-class powerhouse—truly terrifying.
Withdrawing his gaze, Dar said seriously, “You’re too beautiful, Big Sister.
For a moment, I was caught off guard and fell for your charms.”
The proprietress’s heart skipped a beat, her cheeks heating up.
A strange sensation actually arose in her heart.
She gave Dar a charming, flirtatious glance and said, “Little brother, your tongue is so sweet.
I wonder how many young girls you’ve tricked.”
Being hit with that glance, Dar almost popped a tent.
He quickly shifted his hips and said, “How could I?
I wouldn’t even bother saying a word to others, but with you, Big Sister, I can only speak the truth from the bottom of my heart.”
The proprietress’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.
“Giggle…
You’re so likeable, little brother.
You have such a good build, and you’re so handsome too.”
“I love hearing that I’m handsome,” Dar couldn’t help but puff out his chest.
“I think the clothes here on the first floor don’t match your temperament at all.
How about this?
I’ll take you to the VIP area on the second floor.
It’ll be just the two of us.”
As she spoke, she stepped forward and linked her arm with Dar’s.
Whoa!
Is this for real?
Is my chastity from two lifetimes going to be surrendered here today?