In the curtain of rain, Seven and Mihawk walked side by side through the crowd.
“Mihawk, is the other side strong?”
“In town… it would be easy to draw the Marines.”
Seven could not help grumbling inwardly.
You’re the Marine Hunter.
Since when are you afraid of Marines?
Besides—
Before Captain Roger turned himself in, he had clearly reached an agreement with the World Government that they would not make things difficult for the rest of the Roger Pirates.
Yet here they were, setting their sights on him anyway.
As expected of the World Government.
Their credibility was practically negative.
“Damn it.
Just you wait.”
Before his system activated, they had hunted him down everywhere.
Now that his system had activated, they still wanted to arrest him.
This was outrageous!
If they were so capable, why not go after Vice Captain Rayleigh?
Clinging to a cook and refusing to let go—wasn’t this just bullying an honest man?
Back in the room, Seven immediately opened the beginner’s gift package.
Two warm currents spread through his body in an instant, followed by his stomach and intestines beginning to churn wildly.
[Bottomless Appetite: A supreme stomach that can rapidly replenish and store energy through eating.
Comment: Three meters tall—you deserve it.]
[Innate Monstrous Strength: Your strength is somewhat impressive.]
As Bottomless Appetite took effect, a hunger he had not felt in six years returned with a vengeance.
Seven took the Rumble-Rumble Fruit from his system space.
Ignoring its nauseating flavor, he crunched through the whole thing and swallowed it clean, not even leaving the stem behind.
Even though a single bite of a Devil Fruit was enough to gain its power, Seven had been baptized by the internet.
Naturally, he had heard the rumor that eating an entire Devil Fruit made awakening it easier.
Crackling electricity spread across his body.
Seven stared at his elementalized hands, and the unease and suffocating pressure that had haunted him ever since the Roger Pirates disbanded vanished in an instant.
With a Devil Fruit ability, even if he encountered an enemy he could not defeat, he could at least run.
He could even sense the thunderclouds in the sky.
It felt as though with a single thought, lightning would come pouring down.
“At last, I can live by my own strength.”
Inside the room, barely ten square meters in size, Seven turned into lightning and flashed back and forth, experiencing the sensation of elementalization.
From now on, he could finally say it:
I’m a lightning human who ate the Rumble-Rumble Fruit!
After canceling his elemental form, Seven tempered his body with lightning while studying the functions of the Multiversal Trading Platform.
Put simply, it was a cross-world marketplace.
Items could be bought with points, or exchanged directly for other goods.
He could sell items from the world of One Piece to the system for points.
He could also consign items on the platform or provide goods requested by users from other worlds to earn points.
It was somewhat similar to an in-game auction house.
For example.
Captain Roger’s cutlass, Ace, had a system purchase price of 10,000 points, while the famous sword Shusui could be sold for 5,000 points.
If he did not want to sell directly to the system, he could list the Supreme Grade Blade Ace on the trading platform at a higher price instead.
Once a transaction was completed, the platform would take a ten percent tax.
As for the many goods listed on the platform, Seven gave them a rough glance, and flames instantly blazed in his eyes.
[Musou Isshin: 88,888 tons of gold.
Seller’s note: Heh-heh, my wife is Raiden Makoto!]
[Ex—Calibaaa: 10,000 points.
Seller’s note: I have a cute little ahoge!]
[Request: Any brothers from the One Piece world here?
1,000 points for a Devil Fruit.]
[Request: Any brothers from the One Piece world here?
10,000 points.
I only want Momonosuke dead.]
[Request: Any brothers from the One Piece world here?
10,000 points.
I only want the Cowardly Marine dead.]
Seven was overwhelmed with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
That bastard who transmigrated to Teyvat deserved to die!
Not only had he married Raiden Makoto, he had even listed Musou Isshin just to show off.
“Damn it.
Just you wait.”
His own suffering was hateful enough, but other people’s success was even more heartbreaking.
They were both transmigrators.
Why was Seven poor as dirt, with neither noble birth nor a powerful physique, while that idiot in Teyvat got to marry Raiden Makoto?
Seven’s defenses shattered on the spot.
“Damn it.
Even if I have to empty the entire City of Gold, I’m buying Musou Isshin.”
“I’ll piss you off, you turtle bastard!”
After cursing for a long while, Seven finally remembered to test what points were actually worth.
He pulled an Eternal Pose pointing to Laugh Tale from his pocket.
[Sell Eternal Pose (Laugh Tale) for 1,000 points?]
“No.”
After placing all the Eternal Poses into the system warehouse, Seven looked at the system’s direct-sale interface.
[Observation Haki: 5,000 points]
[Armament Haki: 5,000 points]
[Conqueror’s Haki: Already possessed]
[Swordsman Training Experience: 1,000 points]
[Iron Balloon: 20,000 points]
Compared with the many items consigned on the trading platform, the direct-sale interface was much simpler.
It only sold the three types of Haki, swordsmanship, and physical constitution.
“Seriously… expensive!”
“Observation Haki and Armament Haki each cost 5,000 points if I can’t awaken them myself!
Iron Balloon is even worse, a full 20,000.”
He wanted them badly.
But… he could not afford them.
He really could not.
Seven immediately made up his mind.
He would leave Loguetown as soon as possible, then make a trip to the City of Gold.
He would use that massive golden pillar to buy Musou Isshin.
A sword was a swordsman’s second life.
For a swordsman, the importance of a divine weapon like Musou Isshin went without saying.
Originally, Seven had been planning to go back for Captain Roger’s cutlass, Ace, but now that Musou Isshin existed?
Ace who?
Never heard of it.
As for the two types of Haki, Seven planned to keep bitterly training for a while.
After all, at the moment, he did not even have a single point to his name.
Items priced at ten thousand points or more were basically out of consideration in the short term.
Outside the window, the rain continued to fall.
Mihawk did not come urge him to leave.
Seven guessed that Mihawk also disliked getting drenched, and besides, that coffin boat was truly too small.
Even going to the bathroom on it was a nightmare.
…
Inside the weapon shop opposite the hotel.
CP9 agent Lubin’s brows were nearly twisted into a knot.
“How did this guy end up with Mihawk?”
“With Mihawk there, I have no chance to make a move.
Do I have to call in the Marines for help?”
If it had been any other member of the Roger Pirates, involving the Marines might have been worth it.
But for a weakling like Beelzebub Seven, there was simply no need.
Calling the Marines meant sharing the credit.
Inside the hotel, Seven ordered dinner for twenty people and began devouring it under Mihawk’s slightly surprised gaze.
“We’ll leave after dark.”
Seven chewed through his food in huge mouthfuls.
“Mihawk, a man like you is actually worried about attracting Marines?”
Mihawk lifted his cup of black tea.
“The one escorting Roger to Loguetown is the Hero of the Marines… Garp.”
“Old man Garp…”
A chill ran through Seven.
Garp was a man even Captain Roger found troublesome, a pure battle maniac who loved locking onto people when he threw punches.
Even Imu would get punched by Garp all the same.
With his iron fists, Garp had dominated an entire era of piracy.
He and Captain Roger had been both enemies and friends, rivals who respected each other.
According to Gaban, the strongest man, Roger had once invited Garp aboard his ship many years ago, only for Garp to refuse.
That was precisely why, before meeting Mihawk at Twin Cape, Seven had deliberately made a trip to Foosha Village and left Garp a little surprise.
“If it’s Garp, then we really should be careful.
Mihawk, I’ll go get us a bigger ship later.”
When they came here, Seven had been able to ride Mihawk’s little coffin boat and ignore the effects of seawater.
Now that would not work.
Even if only to make using the bathroom easier, they needed a bigger ship.
Because of the Pirate King’s public execution, Loguetown’s harbor was packed with all kinds of vessels—large and small, cargo ships and pleasure boats alike.
For a pirate, stealing a ship was perfectly normal.