Sea Circle Calendar 1512.
East Blue, Foosha Village.
“Damn it!”
“Look at that brat, he’s tricking my daughter again!”
Red-Haired Shanks gritted his teeth, the wooden beer mug in his hand creaking under his grip.
Beside him, First Mate Benn Beckman exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, “Captain, calm down.
Even a blind man could see that it’s your daughter who’s actively clinging to him.”
The sniper Yasopp was also there, ruthlessly twisting the knife, “Exactly, Captain.
A daughter grown up is not meant to be kept.
Besides, that brat Ron is indeed much more handsome than you.”
Upon hearing this, Red-Haired Shanks felt an indescribable heart-wrenching pain.
He stared into the distance, gnashing his teeth in frustration yet feeling completely helpless.
At this moment, the lazy afternoon sun and the sea breeze ruffled Ron’s black, tousled hair, revealing his sharp-featured, exceptionally handsome face.
Ron leaned back comfortably in a beach chair, crossing his legs.
As a transmigrator, he had long recognized the reality of his situation.
The outside world was a dangerous world of pirates where cities were slaughtered and nations destroyed on a whim, and the strong were as numerous as clouds.
Venturing out to sea without the strength of a Four Emperors level was simply courting death.
Quietly accumulating his trump cards in this idyllic Foosha Village and using the system to get rich was the true path to success.
At this moment, a sweet, non-cloying milky scent lingered at the tip of his nose.
It came from Uta, who was lying beside him.
The red-and-white-haired girl was wearing a slightly tight-fitting camisole dress.
She unguardedly rested her snowy, soft arms on Ron’s thighs.
Her clear, large eyes blinked as she peeled a plump purple grape.
Then she leaned in close and gently brought it to Ron’s lips.
“Brother Ron, is it sweet?” Uta’s voice was soft and delicate, carrying a hint of coquetry.
As she leaned forward slightly, the scenery at her neckline, not yet fully grown but already quite shapely, was faintly visible.
A wicked smile curled at the corner of Ron’s mouth.
He took the opportunity to lower his head slightly and bit down on the grape.
His lips seemed to unintentionally brush against Uta’s delicate fingertips.
“Ah~”
A flush of red flew onto the young girl’s cheeks.
Her hand quickly retracted, her fingertips still restlessly rubbing together.
But after just a second, she couldn’t help but lean closer into Ron’s embrace.
She even used her shapely, snow-white calves to gently rub against Ron’s pant leg.
Just then, a crisp electronic sound rang out in Ron’s mind.
[Ding!
Detected intimate interaction with plot character Uta!
Heartbeat Critical Hit triggered!
Congratulations to the host, you have dropped a top-tier reward: Top-Tier Observation Haki Experience Card!]
Listening to the system’s notification, Ron narrowed his eyes in contentment.
This was his golden finger—the Daily Interaction Drop System.
There were no complex task mechanisms and certainly no deadly erasure penalties.
As long as he interacted with others, he could drop various attributes and skills.
If he triggered strong emotional fluctuations in high-attractiveness female characters, such as holding hands, head pats, hugs, and so on, he could trigger critical hits and randomly drop rare skills or special items.
While others were struggling, leveling up, and bleeding, Ron only needed to rely on taking advantage of others and pranking his little brother to max out all his stats.
The better he lived, the more invincible he became!
“Brother Ron!
Help!”
Just as the atmosphere was ambiguous, a scream came from not far away.
Ron turned his head to look.
He saw 7-year-old little Luffy being pinched on the nose by a giant beach crab.
He was howling while waving his hands and feet wildly, with tears and snot covering his face.
Ron rolled over, adjusting to a more comfortable position.
He took the opportunity to stretch out his arm and naturally wrap it around Uta’s slender waist that could be gripped in one hand.
“Stop making a racket.
Can’t you see your big brother is busy?” Ron was spouting nonsense, his tone full of teasing.
He had absolutely no intention of getting up to help.
He lowered his head, looking at the blushing Uta in his arms, and chuckled.
“Compared to the grape, Uta’s hand is even sweeter.”
As soon as these words were spoken, Uta’s face flushed instantly.
Her eyes were full of stars as she hugged Ron’s arm and shook it.
“Brother Ron is the best!”
In the intense shaking, Ron clearly felt the young girl’s unguarded intimacy and attachment.
[Ding!
Beauty Critical Hit triggered!
Dropped attribute reward: Stamina Limit +10!]
Another warm current surged into his limbs and bones, and Ron almost groaned in comfort.
“Big Brother!
I’m dying!
Really dying!”
In the distance, Luffy was still wailing.
Ron curled his lips.
He casually picked up an empty wine bottle from the sand next to him.
Without even looking, he casually threw it in Luffy’s direction.
Swoosh!
The wine bottle turned into an afterimage, accurately smashing onto the giant crab’s shell.
Bang!
The crab was smashed onto its back, releasing Luffy’s nose.
[Ding!
Indirect interaction with plot character Luffy!
Dropped Luck +1!]
Ron smiled with satisfaction.
This kind of little brother he could fleece at will was really useful.
“Ron, are you thirsty?” A gentle, soft voice came from nearby.
Makino walked over, swaying gracefully, carrying two cold drinks with ice cubes.
Her fair, translucent, and smooth skin gleamed in the sunlight.
She always wore a home apron over her chest, yet it couldn’t hide the proud, intellectual, and gentle curves of a mature woman.
Ron’s eyes lit up.
He deliberately reached out to take the cold drink.
In the moment of the hand-off, Ron pressed his palm slightly downward.
His palm gently covered the back of Makino’s soft hand.
Not only did he cover it, but he also shamelessly rubbed it.
Skin touched skin, and warmth was transferred.
Feeling the astonishing heat, Makino’s body trembled violently.
She lowered her head shyly, not daring to look directly into Ron’s eyes.
Her translucent earlobes instantly turned bright red.
“Your juice.” Makino’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s.
[Ding!
Detected intimate interaction with plot character Makino!
Heartbeat Critical Hit triggered!
Congratulations to the host, you have dropped a life skill: Top-Tier Cooking!]
A massive amount of culinary knowledge instantly merged into his brain, and the smile on Ron’s face deepened.
Just then, a voice filled with intense jealousy and pressure suddenly exploded.
“Ron!
You brat!
Take your dirty hands off Makino!
And let go of my daughter’s waist!”
Red-Haired Shanks walked over with heavy, drunken steps.
His eyes were wide and round, his face clearly showing the devastation of a father.
Along with his roar, a faint, imperceptible wave of Conqueror’s Haki radiated outwards.
The surrounding beach seemed to tremble for a moment.
The sound of the crashing waves briefly paused.
Facing this level of terrifying pressure, Ron remained leaning on the lounge chair.
He even casually pulled Uta tighter into his arms.
“He’s anxious, he’s anxious.
Uta, look, he’s anxious.”
Red-Haired Shanks’s footsteps came to a sudden halt, and he almost tripped and fell on the flat ground.
His face was full of astonishment.
“You…
what did you say?!” Red-Haired Shanks’s face turned red, and the famous sword Gryphon at his waist was already half-drawn.