Lightning shot into the clouds in an instant, then continued higher.
Suspended above the ninth heaven and looking down upon the mortal world, Seven felt a thrill he had never experienced before.
No wonder people often said flying was humanity’s dream.
It truly cleared the mind and lifted the spirit.
In just a few seconds, Seven reached the White-White Sea ten thousand meters above the ocean.
Hovering above the sea of clouds, he took out the Eternal Pose pointing toward the City of Gold.
After confirming the direction, he transformed into lightning once more and tore through the cloud layer.
The thought of that giant golden pillar in the City of Gold filled Seven with motivation.
He wished he could rip space apart and arrive instantly.
Strictly speaking, the City of Gold was part of Jaya.
Four hundred years ago, a massive Knock Up Stream had split the island into a ground section and a sky section.
The ground section was now called Mock Town.
The sky section included Upper Yard, the Island of God, and the golden city of Shandora.
The residents of the City of Gold, the Shandia, had guarded the Poneglyph recording the Ancient Weapon Poseidon for generations.
When Seven had arrived with the Roger Pirates last time, he had been unable to take that giant golden pillar with him, and it had haunted him ever since.
Fortunately, this time, no one could stop him!
Since Mihawk was still on the ship, Seven had come to the City of Gold only to buy Musou Isshin.
As for occupying Skypiea, that could wait until Mihawk came up.
After all, if Seven were alone and failed to beat the local gangs…
That would be far too embarrassing.
Because of the system, Seven had stolen the opportunity that should originally have belonged to Enel and eaten the Rumble-Rumble Fruit.
In that case, becoming Skypiea’s thunder god did not seem unreasonable either.
Stealing an opportunity once was stealing.
Stealing it twice was still stealing.
When the golden pillar that had haunted his dreams appeared in his vision once again, every pore in Seven’s body seemed to roar.
You turtle bastard, go on, keep showing off!
The golden pillar before him was the very same one Luffy and the others missed during the Skypiea arc: a cylindrical pillar of gold ten meters in diameter and sixty meters tall.
It weighed roughly ninety thousand tons, enough to buy the Musou Isshin Seven had been longing for.
Even after taking several deep breaths in a row, Seven still felt his scalp tingle, his breathing grow chaotic, and his heart pound wildly.
That was the divine weapon Musou Isshin!!!
With trembling hands, he found Musou Isshin listed on the trading platform and touched the golden pillar.
[Spend 88,888 tons of gold to purchase the divine weapon Musou Isshin?]
Seven answered without hesitation.
“Yes.
Buy it.”
[Ding.
Purchase successful.]
[Detected that Musou Isshin exceeds the carrying capacity of the current dimension.
It will be limited to a Super Supreme Grade Blade.
As compensation, you have received Musou no Hitotachi Training Experience.]
The transaction was completed, and a large section of the golden pillar vanished, leaving only a small part of the base behind.
At the same time, an unsharpened tachi wreathed in purple lightning appeared in Seven’s hand.
[Musou Isshin: Super Supreme Grade Blade.
Bound.
Automatically matches the user’s height.
Haki amplification: 100%.]
“Good heavens, one hundred percent Haki amplification!”
With a casual slash, Seven successfully unleashed a flying slash.
A purple sword light pierced through the clouds, and he felt indescribably refreshed, like drinking an ice-cold cola on a blazing summer day.
He threw back his head and laughed wildly.
“Bro, still showing off now?”
You wanted to brag, huh?
I bought Musou Isshin.
“Heh heh heh…”
Halfway through laughing, Seven suddenly remembered that the guy at least still had Raiden Makoto, fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged…
“You really deserve to die!”
That idiot who had transmigrated to Teyvat had truly lived the life of Seven’s dreams.
A fair-skinned, beautiful, long-legged godly wife.
A cold, glamorous, big-breasted godly sister-in-law.
But looking at it another way, it was fortunate that idiot existed.
Otherwise, how could Seven have bought Musou Isshin?
Seven lovingly stroked the blade, unable to put it down.
On his slightly youthful face, his peach-blossom eyes were filled with deep affection, as though he wanted to sleep holding Musou Isshin from now on.
Gripping his beloved sword in his left hand, Seven silently said in his heart, Use Musou no Hitotachi Training Experience.
[Ding.
Friendly reminder: the Musou no Hitotachi Training Experience is far too vast and may cause the host to faint.
Please choose a suitable time to use it.]
“Tch.”
Seven snorted coldly.
“What kind of joke is that?”
“You think a mere Musou no Hitotachi can make me faint?
Use it.”
When that obscure, boundless torrent of knowledge was violently forced into his mind in an almost brutal manner, Seven blacked out on the spot.
His body collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
Blood poured from his eyes, nose, and mouth, while his body frantically sent signals to his brain.
Sleep.
Hurry up and sleep.
Please.
Everything before his eyes began to twist and distort, as though he had been thrown into a strange, dazzling dream.
Amid countless thunderstorms, a blurry figure held Musou Isshin, revealing only a side profile and chin.
“No thought, no attachment, no imagination…”
“Musou no Hitotachi is the secret art among secret arts, a slash that is both thoughtless and peerless.”
The voice lingered in his ears, refusing to fade, yet it also seemed like an echo from another world.
At the same time, the pressure released by the blurry figure was as deep as an abyss and as heavy as a mountain.
It pressed Seven’s spine down until he could not raise his head.
A god could not be looked upon directly.
Crack.
The sound of bones breaking rang out again and again.
Blood streamed from all seven of Seven’s orifices.
Struggling, he used every bit of strength he had to straighten his back.
“I’m also called Beel…zebub!”
Just as Seven’s consciousness was about to collapse and his brain was about to shut down by force, a red-black Haki far stronger than ever before suddenly erupted from his body.
Conqueror’s Haki tore through the sea of clouds and instantly spread across the entire island, knocking out every living creature on it.
Immediately afterward, the red-black Haki rapidly contracted and covered Seven’s entire body, finally allowing him to regain consciousness.
Huff.
Huff.
Drenched in sweat, Seven lay on the ground gasping for breath, looking utterly miserable.
Even so, his left hand still gripped Musou Isshin tightly.
To borrow a famous saying from Teyvat:
There would always be beings on the earth who dared to face the thunder’s radiance.
“Hohoho… Hahahahaha!”
“Even if it’s a god, don’t even think about making me submit!”
With Seven at the center, red-black Conqueror’s Haki once again tore through the sea of clouds.
Conqueror’s Haki was the manifestation of one’s spirit.
It could not be learned through training. Find the original chapter at novelping.com.
Only when the user’s own spirit rose would their Conqueror’s Haki grow stronger.
During the infusion of Musou no Hitotachi, Seven had directly faced a god’s pressure, and his spirit had risen once more.
Unlike before, when he had used Conqueror’s Haki only to clear away small fry, this time the red-black Haki wrapped around his entire body and extended onto Musou Isshin’s blade.
The advanced application of Conqueror’s Haki: Conqueror’s Haki infusion.
Thus, something utterly absurd was born.
Seven, who had not yet mastered Armament Haki or Observation Haki, had instead mastered the advanced application of Conqueror’s Haki.
It was ridiculous to the extreme.
He was like a swordsman who had maxed out his attack skills while putting no points at all into defense or perception.
Gurgle.
His stomach began to fight itself.
A cool night breeze blew gently.
Seven quickly took food and water from his system space and began eating.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
After consuming enough food and water for twenty people, Seven rubbed his slightly swollen belly and let out a very satisfied burp.
The Musou Isshin he had yearned for was finally in his hands.
Although it had gone from a divine weapon to a Super Supreme Grade Blade, at least he had been compensated with Musou no Hitotachi.
That also set the tone for Seven’s future path of cultivation: great swordsman, all three types of Haki, and Devil Fruit ability.
Once he had eaten and drunk his fill and recovered his strength, Seven stored the remaining base of the golden pillar in his system space and continued looting gold from the City of Gold, stopping only when the system space was completely full.
“It won’t fit anymore.
Let’s check the trading platform first and see if anyone is willing to exchange items for gold.”
If another idiot showed up, wouldn’t that be wonderful?
[Flying Cloak (Black): 1,000 points.
Unlimited endurance.
Never wears out.
Seller’s note: Magical item.
First come, first served.]
[Fruit Tablet (Silver): 20 points.
Charge for two hours, use for two hours.
Seller’s note: None.]
[Indestructible Sneakers: 100 points.
Choose size and color freely.]
Seven glanced down at the pair of flimsy slippers on his feet and painfully bought a pair of plain white sneakers.
If the quality was good enough, he would buy more in a few years after his body finished developing.
After roughly browsing the platform, Seven discovered that the idiot from Teyvat was the only fool of his kind on the entire platform.
There was no second one.
“Brother Idiot, go ahead and list Mistsplitter Reforged and Haran Geppaku Futsu too.
I have so much gold I don’t even know how to spend it.”
During the Skypiea arc, Luffy’s group had performed the only truly pirate-like act they ever did.
Each of them carried a bag of gold from the City of Gold.
They later exchanged it in Water 7 for three hundred million berries.
“In that case, the gold in my system space should be worth several billion berries.”
Seven immediately thought of a way to farm points: exchange gold for berries, use berries to buy Devil Fruits, then sell the Devil Fruits to the system.
After confirming that nothing had been overlooked, Seven stepped forward and leaped straight off the edge of Skypiea.
From ten thousand meters in the air, he plunged toward the vast sea below.
As he fell faster and faster, wisps of cloud were torn apart.
The wind sliced across his cheeks like blades, and an almost uncontrollable excitement burst from deep within his chest.
“Ahhhhh!”
Seven let out a long roar.
His voice was sharp and free, carrying the thrill and wild joy of the fall as it pierced through layer after layer of cloud and resounded across the night sky.
This was freedom.