The Shandia had excellent sleep quality.
In just two short days, they had been knocked out by Conqueror’s Haki several times in a row.
It was not until the sun was high in the sky that the Shandia warriors led by Calpa gradually woke up.
Not far away, Seven and Mihawk were sparring.
They used neither Haki nor flying slashes, clashing only with plain sword strikes.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Watching their heroic figures in combat, Calpa could not help sighing.
“No wonder Seven became so strong.”
While they had still been sleeping, others had already started training.
From now on, the Shandia warriors had to catch up to the pace of Great Warrior Seven.
They had to get competitive!
Sensing that the warriors had woken one after another, Seven ended his spar with Mihawk and led the Shandia army toward the territory ruled by Gan Fall.
His goal was simple: be crowned the new God of Skypiea as soon as possible.
Then he could integrate resources while continuing to grow stronger.
It had been over a month since the system activated, yet all he had obtained was one Gorilla-Gorilla Fruit, which sold for 1,200 points.
That efficiency was far too low.
In truth, Gan Fall, the current God of Skypiea, had always been trying to soothe the hatred between the Sky Islanders and the Shandia so the two peoples could live together in peace.
Unfortunately, Gan Fall’s personal strength was lacking.
He could not suppress everyone as forcefully as Seven and push straight through.
You refuse to submit?
Then I’ll beat you until you do.
Seven was not some bleeding-heart good man overflowing with saintly compassion.
When he had first transmigrated, everyone around him had looked like paper cutouts to him.
He had been fiercely arrogant inside.
Only after losing his fight against life and struggling bitterly just to survive had he finally recognized reality and abandoned his wishful thinking.
This was a living, breathing world.
The main reason he wanted the Shandia and Sky Islanders to live peacefully was that Skypiea was rich in resources.
Not only did it have large amounts of gold, it also had all kinds of dials.
It was suitable for developing himself while earning points.
After hearing Seven’s intentions, Gan Fall not only refused to agree, he even roared and led the Sky Island warriors in resistance.
“Sky Islanders will never be slaves!”
Since friendly discussion failed, Seven drew his blade.
Thunderstorms roared across the sky, intertwining with red-black Haki.
As the two forces swept out, the Sky Island soldiers collapsed and fell asleep.
Only Gan Fall remained standing in place, smoke rising from his entire body after being struck by lightning.
Gan Fall dropped onto his backside.
“Seven-taro, wasn’t that a little heavy-handed?”
“Sorry.”
Only then did Seven realize Gan Fall had wanted the Sky Islanders to witness the gap in strength so they would not develop thoughts of rebellion in the future.
Gan Fall waved a hand, his expression somewhere between dejection and relief.
“I hope you can become a proper god.
Otherwise, even if we are no match for you, I will still lead my people in resistance.”
Letting an outsider like Seven become God of Skypiea was a compromise Gan Fall had been forced to make.
If the Sky Island warriors had been able to take Seven down just now, things would have turned out differently.
Unfortunately, not only had they failed to defeat him, the gap between them was terrifying.
The man only glared, and every one of his people collapsed.
As for refusing outright and leading his people in a fight to the death?
Pirates were not kindhearted believers.
Seven smiled.
“I’ve always valued democracy.”
What was democracy?
Everyone above him was equal.
Everyone below him had clear ranks.
Gan Fall nodded.
“I hope so.”
“In that case.”
Seven looked toward the doctor.
“Wake them up.
We’re holding a banquet!”
The hatred between the two peoples was rooted in the extreme scarcity of land on the White-White Sea, which led to uneven resource distribution.
How should that be solved?
Seven did not yet have a concrete plan.
But even if he did, he would only be responsible for setting the direction.
Actually carrying it out would depend on Gan Fall and Calpa.
Before that, wine and barbecue came first.
If one feast was not enough, they would hold two.
While the cooks slaughtered cattle and sheep, Seven asked Gan Fall for different types of Skypiean dials.
“Dials?
Seven… my lord, does a man like you still need such external tools?”
Though he did not understand, Gan Fall still obeyed the current God of Skypiea’s order and had people bring over dozens of different dials.
“This is a Laser Dial…”
As Gan Fall introduced the functions of the various shells to Seven, the doctor quietly edged closer.
“My lord, regarding your divine title?”
The figure from the illusion, revealing only a side profile and chin, flashed before Seven’s eyes.
He smiled faintly.
“Narukami no Mikoto, the Almighty Shogun.”
“Divine title: Thunder God.”
Gan Fall nodded thoughtfully.
“I will work with the priests to spread your divine title to every corner of Skypiea as soon as possible.”
Using the excuse that he was going to bathe, Seven carried the dials into the bathroom.
After drifting all the way from Loguetown to Skypiea, the time to harvest had finally arrived.
As reusable combat resources, dials would be hard to sell if priced too high.
But if he priced them too low, he would feel cheated.
After thinking for a moment and using the Flying Cloak’s 1,000-point price as a reference, Seven edited the descriptions and listed ten types of dials on the trading platform one after another.
[Laser Dial: 1,000 points.
A concealed laser sword capable of cutting through a giant tree in one strike.]
[Flash Dial: 1,000 points.
Releases blinding light to disrupt an enemy’s vision.
Essential for sneak attacks.]
[Impact Dial: 1,000 points.
Absorbs impact and releases it.
Small size, great power, strong recoil.
Use with caution.]
[Reject Dial: 10,000 points.
Extinct dial.
Ten times stronger than an Impact Dial.]
Unleash slashes with a casual swing.
Do you also want to become a swordsman?]
[Jet Dial: 1,000 points.
Extinct dial.
Offers both attack power and mobility.]
[Water Dial: 500 points.
Portable water-storage tool.
Stores and sprays water.]
[Heat Dial: 500 points.
Portable cooking tool.
Absorbs and releases heat.]
[Flame Dial: 1,000 points.
The Flame-Flame Fruit?
Not even a dog would eat that.]
[Octopus Hot-Air Balloon: 1,000 points.
Skypiean specialty.
For saving your life at high altitude.]
Since dials had not been widely used on the sea below, Seven’s pricing strategy was somewhat aggressive, several times higher than the system’s direct-sale price.
The main goal was to test the market.
There were only a few days left in the month anyway.
Next month, his consignment slots would refresh.
Besides, perhaps transmigrators from other worlds happened to need them.
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Water Dial, has been purchased by an apocalypse-world user.
You have received 450 points.
Current point balance: 716.]
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Laser Dial, has been purchased by an apocalypse-world user.
You have received 900 points.
Current point balance: 1,616.]
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Flame Dial, has been purchased by a Naruto-world user.
You have received 900 points.
Current point balance: 2,516.]
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Flash Dial, has been purchased by a Naruto-world user.
You have received 900 points.
Current point balance: 3,416.]
The repeated notifications left Seven stunned for a few seconds.
Then he began chuckling nonstop.
“Tsk, tsk.
Exposed.”
Seven had never expected that once a consigned item was sold, it would actually show what world the buyer came from.
In that case, the fact that he had bought Musou Isshin must have been discovered by that idiot from Teyvat.
“That’s what you get for showing off!”
“So satisfying!”
After earning over three thousand points, Seven was in an excellent mood.
He even began reflecting on whether he had priced the dials too conservatively.
“That brother from the Naruto world probably has a huge demand for elemental dials like Flame Dials.”
“Next month, I’ll double the price.”