Skypiea, Upper Yard.
The shrine where the former God of Skypiea, Gan Fall, once lived had been given a new signboard.
Thunder God Palace.
Seven had just finished a day of training when a string of dinging notifications suddenly rang in his ears.
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Flash Dial, has been purchased by a Warhammer-world user.
You have received 900 points.
Current point balance: 16,866.]
…
[Ding.
Your consigned item, Vision Dial, has been purchased by a Warhammer-world user.
You have received 450 points.
Current point balance: 20,016.]
Seven immediately let out a long breath.
Warhammer Bro, the richest man on the platform, had finally placed an order.
As expected of the platform’s wealthiest user.
He even bought something like a Vision Dial, which was hardly any different from a camera.
“So this is Warhammer Bro’s world?”
He truly did not treat points like points at all.
Unlike Seven, who had practically gone bankrupt and waited bitterly for a rich brother to place an order just so he could buy Iron Balloon.
Now that the points had arrived, Seven lost all sleepiness.
“Buy Iron Balloon.”
[Ding.
Purchase successful.
Iron Balloon will transform your physique over the next 90 days.
Increasing training intensity, eating sufficiently, and getting enough rest will shorten the transformation period.]
[Current point balance: 16.]
Looking at his miserably poor point balance, Seven immediately rolled out of bed and ran three more laps around Skypiea.
Bottomless Appetite, Innate Monstrous Strength, and Iron Balloon combined into one body.
With that, Seven completely shed the title of physical weakling and entered the top tier of natural talent on the sea.
Bottomless Appetite handled digestion, rapidly replenished and stored stamina, and accelerated physical recovery.
Even when severely injured, enough food could quickly restore his stamina and wounds.
It was the ultimate endurance engine.
Innate Monstrous Strength was a conceptual passive.
Even when facing giants, Seven’s strength would still be “somewhat impressive.”
As for Iron Balloon, its defensive power was astonishing.
Charlotte Linlin was the best example.
When she was five years old, a giant’s blade struck her body and shattered instead.
Even a hail of bullets could not leave the slightest wound on her.
Such power made Seven want to jump straight into the sea and swim a few laps.
After training for an additional twelve full hours, Seven dragged his exhausted body back and ate thirty people’s worth of breakfast in one breath.
Before coming to Skypiea, his daily consumption had been roughly equal to twenty people.
After settling on Skypiea and beginning proper training, his daily consumption increased by another half.
One person now equaled thirty Sky Islanders.
For Skypiea, where land resources were already insufficient, this would more or less have an impact.
“I’ll find time to visit Sabaody and exchange the gold in my system space for Devil Fruits.”
There was no second Warhammer Bro on the trading platform.
This opportunity to earn a large number of points quickly through dials was a one-time thing.
Seven had already seen many low-priced requests for dials on the trading platform.
[Request: 200 points for a Laser Dial.
Brother from the One Piece world, don’t overprice things.]
[Request: 300 points for an Octopus Balloon.
Big brother from the One Piece world, can you give Musou Isshin back to me?
The price is negotiable.]
“I bought Musou Isshin fair and square.”
“Why should I return it?”
Seven was perfectly righteous about it.
To buy Musou Isshin, he had rushed all the way from Loguetown to Skypiea, finally managing to pick up this bargain.
Return it?
What a joke.
If he had the ability, let Raiden Ei come to the One Piece world and catch him.
Not only did Seven refuse to return it, he immediately took out an Octopus Balloon, accepted the commission, and submitted the item in one smooth motion.
[Ding.
Congratulations, you have completed the commission and received 300 points.
Monthly platform commission limit remaining: 9/10.
Current point balance: 316.]
“It’d be nice if there were more idiots like this.”
Normally speaking, the price of Musou Isshin at 88,888 tons of gold was not small at all.
Taking Earth from Seven’s previous life as an example, the top five countries in gold reserves held 8,133 tons, 3,350 tons, 2,452 tons, 2,437 tons, and 2,333 tons respectively.
Even added together, they did not reach 20,000 tons.
Unfortunately for the seller, the giant pillar in the City of Gold was an exception.
Seven happened to have been to the City of Gold with Captain Roger, which gave him the chance to snatch the bargain.
It could only be said that Seven was lucky.
And the Teyvat idiot had terrible luck.
Days passed one after another.
During the integration of the Sky Islanders and Shandia, conflicts occasionally broke out, but all were forcefully suppressed by the Thundercloud Guard.
Seven almost never showed himself.
However, he still maintained one ironclad routine: training the Thundercloud Guard once a week.
Each time, he swept through hundreds of Thundercloud Guards with overwhelming dominance.
Because of this, the Thunder God’s rule became even more stable.
Marine Headquarters, Marineford.
After a full three months of vacation, the Marine Hero Garp returned to Marineford aboard his beloved dog-headed warship and went straight to Sengoku’s office.
Bang!
The office door was kicked open.
Garp picked his nose while shouting noisily, “You were in such a hurry to call me back.
What’s the matter?”
He had already been exhausted from taking care of a pregnant woman at home.
Then Sengoku had called him back as if chasing his soul, so Garp vented his anger on Sengoku’s snacks without hesitation.
Sengoku gritted his teeth and suppressed his fury, tossing an order to Garp.
“After Roger’s death, former Roger Pirates member Douglas Bullet, the Demon Heir, attacked more than ten Marine bases and destroyed countless merchant ships belonging to member nations.”
“The World Government demands that the Marines launch a Buster Call to capture Bullet and imprison him in Impel Down.”
Garp muttered, “Is it because Roger died, so he can only destroy things aimlessly to vent his anger?”
So he was not the only one who had felt lost because of Roger’s death.
“Oh, right.”
Garp seemed to remember something.
“What about the other members of the Roger Pirates?
Is Bullet the only one causing trouble everywhere?”
Sengoku pulled several more files from the drawer.
“The Pirate King’s right-hand man, Dark King Rayleigh, is making a living coating ships in the Sabaody Archipelago.
The Pirate King’s left arm, Gaban, is missing.
The other members have been relatively quiet…”
“Beelzebub Seven attacked CP9 some time ago and abducted a World Government prisoner.”
“When Borsalino arrived, only fragments of the pirate ship were left.
Beelzebub has disappeared since then.”
“What?!”
Garp’s eyes widened.
“Fragments?
He died?”
Judging from that white-haired brat’s recent antics, someone like him was destined to become a menace.
There was no way he would die so easily.
“He’s most likely dead,” Sengoku said.
“This Buster Call will be signed by you and me.
Once the intelligence department locates Bullet, we set out.”
“Fine.”
Garp agreed.
For a period after Roger’s execution, Garp had indeed felt lost.
However, after staying at his old house in Foosha Village for a month, Garp had finally found new amusement: locking Beelzebub Seven in Impel Down.
That brat was far too sinful, and he acted entirely according to his own preferences, with no real moral standards to speak of.
A person like that, for the sea as a whole, would either become a great disaster or a savior.
However, Garp never could have imagined it.
From that point on, Beelzebub Seven vanished without a trace, as though he had truly fallen.