Allen put away his ability, wiped the sweat from his brow, and took the newspaper from a crew member.
It contained news about Whitebeard and his crew destroying the Marine’s Collins Branch, leading to its utter ruin.
Attached was a stack of bounty posters, all for members of Whitebeard’s division, with some members seeing their bounties increase.
Allen took a rough look.
Rocks Pirates executive, Whitebeard Edward Newgate, Paramecia-type Tremor-Tremor Fruit user, extremely dangerous, heinous criminal, dead or alive, bounty 1.37 billion Berries.
Whitebeard Division Commander, Sniper Frien, extremely dangerous, heinous criminal, dead or alive, bounty 490 million Berries.
Whitebeard Division Commander, White Swordsman Allen, Gravity Fruit user, swordsman, extremely dangerous, heinous criminal, dead or alive, bounty 300 million Berries.
The rest were members of the various divisions…
“300 million Berries for a first bounty?
The Marines really think highly of me.
But why am I ‘extremely dangerous’?
Aside from using Conqueror’s Haki to knock out a few people, I didn’t even cut anyone.
I spent the whole time being chased through the sky by Sengoku.” Allen grumbled in dissatisfaction as he looked at his bounty poster.
“Wow, Big Brother Allen has a bounty of 300 million Berries?
So cool!” Marco heard the noise and poked his pineapple head over.
“Hahaha, Marco, keep training hard.
Who knows, maybe it won’t be long before you get a 300 Berries bounty.” The crew members teased Marco.
(Chopper: Three of me?) “Cut the chatter, I’m going to become a real man.” Marco’s face turned red from the crew’s mockery.
Allen watched everyone messing around and smiled knowingly.
He looked back at his bounty poster; the photo showed him holding his sword, ready to unleash a slash.
“It’s actually quite cool, but when was this taken?
It’s not like Sengoku was taking pictures of me while fighting.” — World Economic News Paper, a certain Bird-Bird Fruit user: “Achoo!
Who’s thinking of me?” “President, is there any problem with this news?” Morgans’ subordinate asked with concern.
“What’s there to be afraid of?
The Marines don’t even dare to enter the New World now.
What can they do to us?” “By the way, who took the photos for this news?
Give them a raise, ten times!” Morgans instructed his subordinate.
Then he took out Allen’s bounty poster.
“Allen, interesting.
I hope you can bring something different to this world.” …
After several days of sailing, Allen and his group finally returned to Hachinosu.
“Ah!
Finally back.
It’s good to be home.
I’m going to the bar to drink for a whole day.” Frien stretched and sighed with emotion.
Allen listened and looked at him speechlessly.
“I didn’t see you drinking any less on the ship, did I?” Frien scratched his head awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about those details, Allen.” The crew members began moving the loot to the base.
A portion of this loot had to be turned over to Rocks, but of course, the Devil Fruit would definitely not be brought out.
Just as the members were busily moving the boxes, another entire fleet returned to the harbor.
After docking, a huge crowd of people poured out—at a rough estimate, close to 4,000 people.
“Gahahahaha!
Isn’t that Newgate?
I heard you ran into Sengoku and Garp.
I thought I wouldn’t see you again!” Before seeing the person, his voice was heard.
Golden Lion was chewing on a cigar, walking with a swagger, and wearing an infuriating expression as he walked toward Allen and the others.
It turned out Golden Lion and his group had also returned today.
Whitebeard gave a disdainful laugh upon hearing this.
“Hmph, Golden Lion, if you ran into them, there’s an 80% chance you wouldn’t have come back.
But I am Whitebeard; what do mere Sengoku and Garp amount to?” Golden Lion’s harvest seemed good this time, so he was in a good mood.
Hearing Whitebeard’s words, he didn’t argue with him, just snorted coldly and turned to look at Allen.
“Kid Allen, you’ve really made a splash this time.
I heard Sengoku was played around by you.
White Swordsman, what a resounding title.
How about you kick that poor guy Newgate to the curb and join me?
I can let you be my deputy Captain and teach you swordsmanship in your spare time.” Allen sighed upon hearing this.
Why does everyone want to recruit me?
“No thanks, Brother Shiki.
I still prefer using one sword.” Golden Lion bristled at this.
“What did you say?
Brat, do you mean to say that because I only use one sword, I can’t teach you?” As he spoke, he unleashed his Conqueror’s Haki, pressing it toward Allen.
He could tolerate Whitebeard’s taunts—that was an existence on his level—but being mocked by Allen, whom he considered a brat, made him snap instantly.
Seeing this, Allen also unleashed his own Gravity Conqueror’s Haki.
The two forces collided between them.
Some of the people behind Golden Lion had already started to pass out, and most of Whitebeard’s crew members were also breaking out in cold sweat.
“Shiki, you’re becoming increasingly unruly.
Do you want to die?” Seeing Golden Lion make a move against his division commander right in front of him, Whitebeard was instantly enraged.
A surge of Conqueror’s Haki erupted from his body, joining Allen’s to press down on Golden Lion.
Two against one; the stalemate instantly collapsed.
Golden Lion retracted his Haki with an ugly expression.
“Hmph, let’s go.” Having said that, he took his lackeys and headed toward his own base.
Allen and Whitebeard retracted their Haki upon seeing this.
The crew members beside them let out a long sigh of relief.
The collision of three Conqueror’s Haki was not easy for even them to endure.
They continued their box-moving journey until nightfall, when they finally finished moving the loot, and the group returned to the base.
“Yo, Allen, Frien, you really followed the Boss and made a splash this time.
Especially Allen, 300 million Berries, that’s truly incredible!” Before they even entered the door, they saw First Division Captain Luobuma walking out.
Frien looked at the envious First Division Captain Luobuma and complained, “Don’t even mention it.
We ran into Sengoku and Garp.
If it weren’t for Allen, I’m afraid I would have been done for there.” Allen looked at First Division Captain Luobuma.
“Isn’t that right?
Brother Newgate was having a blast fighting Garp, while we were being chased all over the sky by Sengoku.” “Is that so?
That must have been thrilling!” “Don’t just stand at the door.
Let’s go in first.” Back in the room, Whitebeard sat in the head seat.
“Thanks to Allen this time, our harvest is quite good.
Since I obtained Murakumogiri, I won’t participate in the split.
Aside from the share for the Captain, the remaining will be split: 40% for the Second Division, 40% for the Third Division, and 20% for the First Division.” “Oh, thank you, Boss.” Praises rang out in the room.
A generous boss is always easier to be loved by his subordinates.
Returning to the room in the Third Division area, Allen also said to his crew members, “I was lucky this time and obtained the Devil Fruit I wanted, so I won’t participate in the split either.
Frien, you are responsible for distributing the 40% for the Third Division.” Allen didn’t care much about money.
What he wanted most was strength—strength sufficient to sail the sea freely.
In the coming days, Allen would further develop his Devil Fruit Ability.
As for swordsmanship and Two-Color Haki, Allen also wanted to take a step further, because in the next year or so, what awaited him was the God Valley Incident.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”