[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]
[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]
The two types of Haki priced at 5,000 points in the platform shop made Seven forcefully suppress the urge to buy the Flying Cloak.
A cloak was certainly stylish, but compared to the two types of Haki, it was ultimately an external tool.
I’m going to become the strongest man in the world.
I absolutely can’t end up as a cautionary tale like that Sand Crocodile.
Crocodile, a dignified Warlord of the Sea, had chased after an Ancient Weapon while neglecting his Haki training, only to be defeated by Luffy, who had just gone to sea and knew no Haki at all.
He was a disgrace to Logia users.
I should train for a while first.
If I can awaken both types of Haki through training, then I’ll buy the Flying Cloak and the Flying Bamboo-Copter.
There was no helping it.
Seven was poor.
If he had a million points right now, he would raise all three types of Haki to the peak and buy whatever he wanted.
But poverty had its own way of living.
Based on the items the apocalypse-world user had sold and purchased, Seven had a rough understanding of that person’s situation.
More than a month ago, that apocalypse brother had still been requesting food and water.
Now, he was buying Water Dials and Laser Dials.
He was probably in a similar situation to Seven, having activated his system not long ago.
He definitely did not have many spare points either.
On the Multiversal Trading Platform, the richest user in points was undoubtedly the Warhammer-world user.
He had offered bounties of over ten thousand points for Momonosuke, the Cowardly Marine, and the Third Descender.
He simply did not treat points like points.
The Cowardly Marine had not even been born yet.
As for Momonosuke…
Oden was still alive now.
Seven decided he would make a trip to Wano Country four years later.
When Oden was killed by Kaido, Seven would personally take action and off Momonosuke.
Compared to ten thousand points, his little friendship with Oden from the Roger Pirates was not worth mentioning at all.
Who told that father and son to be so stupid it was disgusting?
After washing up and changing into fresh clothes, Seven walked slowly toward the banquet hall with his hands in his pockets.
What a shame.
I don’t know what Warhammer Bro needs.
Otherwise, I could sell targeted items directly to him.
People’s circumstances were ultimately different.
The points Seven desperately lacked were apparently so abundant for that rich Warhammer brother that he could not spend them all.
As for that idiot from Teyvat, not only did he have a goddess wife, he also had a goddess sister-in-law.
He was practically living as the model transmigrator.
When Seven entered the banquet hall, the Shandia warriors showed friendliness and respect.
In contrast, some of the native Sky Islanders had their resistance written all over their faces.
Seven did not particularly care.
He almost wished those people would immediately start shouting:
On the land of Skypiea, we Sky Islanders have been forced to live as second-class citizens!
That way, Seven could properly show his iron-blooded side.
Anyone who dared rebel would be wiped out.
The so-called banquet hall was more like an open-air barbecue from Seven’s previous life.
Amid the cheers of Great Shandia Warrior Calpa and former God of Skypiea Gan Fall, Seven sat in the seat of honor.
“Today, we gather here.”
Seven raised his cup.
“To celebrate this hard-won peace.
This cup is to peace!”
“To peace!”
“To peace!”
Overall, the Sky Islanders dissatisfied with Skypiea’s new god were still a minority.
Most people had no right to choose and could only follow the tide.
The two peoples had fought for four hundred years.
With Gan Fall’s deliberate efforts, calls for peaceful coexistence had already spread among both groups many years ago.
It could only be said that Seven had stolen the fruit.
Cup after cup, the warriors of both peoples drank deeply and ate meat in great mouthfuls.
Gradually, the atmosphere grew lively.
Around the crackling bonfire, Calpa and Gan Fall led their people in the Shandia dance used to worship the Sun God.
And when Seven took out a guitar to accompany them, Mihawk nearly spat out the wine he had just drunk.
He truly wanted to know if there was anything this man could not do.
“This guy could form an entire crew by himself.”
Superb cooking, steering ships, drawing sea charts, crafting Poses, repairing vessels, playing the guitar… Aside from being unable to swim, he was practically all-purpose.
At the invitation of a Sky Island girl, Seven also joined the dancing crowd.
Dun-da-da-da, dun-da-da-da.
The ceremonial dance, which strongly resembled the Nika dance, was difficult to describe.
Before dancing, it felt childish.
Once dancing, it was genuinely joyful.
“Dun-da-da-da, dun-da-da-da.”
The older warriors of both peoples could not help tearing up at the sight.
Some of them even joined in, following the rhythm Seven hummed.
Peace was never just something spoken of.
It had to be proven through action and resolve.
Although the doctor did not join, his face clearly showed some interest.
Mihawk did not step into the dance circle, but the tip of his foot tapped lightly to the rhythm on its own.
Then, when a certain figure appeared, Mihawk abruptly stood up.
…
When Kizaru flew from the sea to Skypiea, the scene that greeted him was this:
Beelzebub Seven, whom the World Government had ordered captured alive, was dancing the Nika dance with a group of men, women, children, and elders who all had small wings on their backs.
When he saw who had arrived, he did not panic.
Instead, he smiled and lifted his cup.
“Come down and have a drink.”
The next battle was most likely unavoidable.
But before the fight, Seven decided to set up a little trap.
He had Gan Fall use a Vision Dial to take a photo of him and Kizaru drinking together.
Against Kizaru, a future Marine Admiral, Seven had to try every method he could think of.
Whether it could be used as blackmail was one thing.
Whether he did it was another.
Kizaru hovered in midair, his face flashing with deep astonishment.
This guy was actually inviting him down for a drink?
Well.
In two days, he had crossed more than half of Paradise from Marineford, then searched around Sandy Island and the waters near Jaya for a long time.
He was indeed a little thirsty.
Kizaru took a seat across from Mihawk.
“Dracule Mihawk, how does a man like you end up together with Beelzebub?”
Mihawk calmly poured himself wine.
His casual reply instantly froze the smile on Kizaru’s face.
“He is my captain.”
“What?!”
Kizaru smacked his lips.
He felt that the World Government and the Marines’ intelligence systems were nothing but useless freeloaders.
They had not received even the slightest information about something this important.
In truth, from the moment he saw Mihawk, Kizaru knew the next part would be difficult.
The target of this mission:
Beelzebub, a former member of the Roger Pirates, possessed the qualities of a king and had eaten the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, which was powerful enough to rival the Glint-Glint Fruit.
The other prisoner did not seem particularly important.
The World Government had not made any additional demands, only that the targets be captured alive.
Now, there was also Mihawk, an unexpected factor.
On top of that, there was an island ten thousand meters in the sky and a native race living on it.
All of these things had suddenly appeared at once.
What a mess.
While Kizaru was speaking with Mihawk, Seven had already instructed Gan Fall and Calpa to lead their people farther away.
At the same time, he had them take photos of him drinking with Kizaru.
Facing the future Marine Admiral Kizaru, Seven had to try every method he could think of.
Whether it would work as leverage was one matter.
Whether he tried was another.
Seven came to Mihawk’s side and sat down, raising his cup.
“A guest from afar is still a guest, Mr.
Borsalino.”
“Allow me to toast you.”
…