Seeing the pirates looking confused, seemingly failing to grasp the rules of the game, Vivi winked at her pet Duck, Karu, signaling him to quickly take out the paper packets they used for playing.
To ensure her pet happily helped her collect attributes, Vivi had copied many games from her previous life, and the Paper Slap Game was naturally one of them.
“Quack?” The Duck, who was squatting and counting money, calculating how much milk he could buy for himself, looked puzzled, staring at his owner with big, watery eyes, completely failing to understand the signal.
Since Transmigration to this world, Vivi could “hear” many sounds, whether due to the Pet Panel or because she had Awakened some kind of Superpower.
She had never met Pirate King Roger and didn’t know the specifics of “Listening to All Things.”
For her, if she concentrated, she could hear vague “words” from stones, rivers, trees, and animals.
Most of it was disorganized information that couldn’t be accurately interpreted; a small portion consisted of laughter, emotions, and a few very simple words.
Only the inner voice of her pet Duck, Karu, sounded the clearest, but this listening was one-sided—she could hear, but she couldn’t use “inner voices” to communicate back.
She hadn’t yet found the proper use for this ability.
Instead, hearing too much noise caused her brain to passively receive massive amounts of information, leading to an extremely poor mental state where she felt like she needed sixteen hours of sleep a day!
At this moment, “Listening to All Things” wasn’t much help.
She had to wink and gesture repeatedly, and after a full half minute, the Duck finally understood what she meant.
“Clang.” The pet Duck pulled a Frying Pan out of his backpack and gestured toward her, asking, “Did you want this?” Three black lines appeared on Vivi’s forehead.
“Quack?
Quack quack!” The Duck was first confused, then nodded repeatedly, indicating he understood.
He started digging things out of his Cartoon Backpack.
Scallions, a bottle of milk, two Dice, a half-knitted Cotton Hat, a handful of Marbles, and a somewhat worn Ledger.
Just as Vivi’s face was darkening, he finally produced two square, tightly folded paper packets, one red and one blue.
Vivi wouldn’t play a childish game like the Paper Slap Game in front of an audience.
Her chosen player was…
her pet Duck, Karu!
The Duck had been playing with her for half a month and had decent skills.
When Vivi played, since she had light blue hair, she usually chose the blue paper packet.
Naturally, the Duck’s paper packet would be red.
This game was no different: the pirate side was blue, and the Duck was red.
The pirates exchanged glances.
They were all low-level grunts in the Pirate Crew with the least combat ability.
Their Captain could casually pull out a million Berries to buy a Throwing Knife, but they didn’t have that much money.
This game looked simple—was it a chance to earn some cash?
“You guys go first,” Vivi said quite generously.
The Paper Slap Game requires skill.
Before you can smash the ground with a single punch, strength is not the deciding factor; mindset and environment are also crucial.
The noisy environment severely affects one’s mindset.
The more chaotic it is, the harder it is to carefully consider the trick.
A rather burly pirate used considerable force, slamming the blue paper packet down, but Karu the pet Duck’s red paper packet merely jumped in place and didn’t flip over as expected.
“You lose…” Vivi smiled, looking at the pirates’ faces, and said, “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.
You can come up one by one, and we’ll calculate the total score.”
A total of seven pirates agreed to play the Paper Slap Game.
Even though Vivi let them strike first—one pirate lost, the Duck flipped the packet, another pirate stepped up, the Duck flipped it again—all seven pirates lost without exception, dropping seven consecutive rounds.
“Are you gentlemen going to pay up or…?” Vivi asked.
The leading pirate’s face twisted into a snarl.
His eyes flashed with fierce, malicious intent.
Paying was out of the question, and getting slapped in the mouth?
He couldn’t afford to lose face like that!
He pulled out a somewhat worn-out Flintlock, pointed the muzzle at Vivi, and roared with a distorted face, “What did you say?
I didn’t hear you clearly!
Hahahaha!
Idiot, the times have changed!”
Vivi sighed inwardly, knowing this would happen.
People in the Pirate King’s world have no integrity at all; they aren’t as simple and honest as the people of Ssangmundong…
People in this world have explosive physical capabilities.
She naturally had enough speed to dodge bullets, and she had several countermeasures, such as using her Chain to cut off the opponent’s arm or directly snatching the gun.
But that didn’t fit her Persona.
Having anticipated this situation, she snapped her fingers at Ms.
Monday beside her.
Ms.
Monday, whose muscles bulged like a bodybuilding champion, loved her job as an enforcer.
She stepped forward, extended her left hand, and crushed the man’s Flintlock directly.
Then, under the opponent’s horrified gaze, she roared.
Her explosive muscles rippled from her legs to her waist, from her waist to her shoulder, and finally, her arm whipped out.
Her sandbag-sized fist smashed into the face of the gun-wielding pirate.
“Bang.” A low sound rang out.
Ms.
Monday’s punch carried a strong gust of wind and was incredibly fast, landing squarely on the man’s face.
The gun-wielding pirate’s face was utterly pulverized, like a rotten persimmon, sending him flying more than ten meters away, scattering blood, broken teeth, and mucus everywhere.
Ms.
Monday wiped her fist as if nothing had happened.
Vivi looked at the remaining six pirates and showed a bright smile: “Did you see that, brave warriors of the sea?
The times haven’t actually changed…
Are you going to pay up or take a beating?”
All six chose to take a beating, so Vivi instructed Ms.
Monday to slap them in the mouth.
Counting the previous guy, “Slap slap slap slap slap slap,” a total of seven people received seven solid slaps across the face.
Vivi certainly didn’t introduce this game to make money; those who played the Paper Slap Game were poor pirates who wouldn’t yield much cash even if thoroughly searched.
She did it to continue researching her Cheat System.
She wanted to test whether physical confrontation, even just a mouth-slapping, could drop attributes, and she especially wanted to know if these attributes had a time limit.
During Ms.
Monday’s break from slapping, Vivi pulled the excited pet Duck, who was ready to continue playing, in front of her.
While he looked confused, she reactivated the Hosting Panel.
In the time column, she thought for a moment and finally settled on the number “ten seconds.”
Although she couldn’t see the light spots yet, she could see the Duck bending down to pick things up.
Vivi nodded in satisfaction.
Killing was difficult to control in terms of force, and she might accidentally kill her “leeks.” These pirates didn’t seem to have any skills worth learning, but killing them outright would ultimately be a waste.
The current method was perfect.