Sky Island, God’s Island.
The divine palace where the former ruler of Sky Island, Gan Fall, once resided now bore a new plaque, Thunder God Palace.
Just after finishing a full day of training, Sven’s ears suddenly rang with a continuous series of mechanical notifications.
“Ding, your consigned item, Flash Sea Slug, has been purchased by user Warhammer.
You have received 900 points.
Current points balance, 16,866.”
“Ding, your consigned item, Image Sea Slug, has been purchased by user Warhammer.
You have received 450 points.
Current points balance, 20,016.”
Sven let out a long breath of relief.
Warhammer, the wealthiest user on the platform, had finally made a purchase.
As expected of someone at the top, even items like Image Sea Slugs, which were essentially just cameras, were bought without hesitation.
“So this is how Warhammer lives?”
He clearly did not care about points at all.
Unlike Sven, who had sold nearly everything he owned and waited anxiously for a single order just to afford an Iron Balloon.
With the points now in hand, Sven’s fatigue disappeared instantly.
“Purchase Iron Balloon.”
“Ding, purchase successful.
The Iron Balloon will remodel your physique within ninety days.
Increasing training intensity, consuming sufficient food, and maintaining proper rest will shorten the remodeling period.”
“Current points balance, 16.”
Looking at his nearly empty balance, Sven rolled out of bed without hesitation and immediately began running laps across Sky Island.
The combination of Big Eater, Innate Divine Strength, and Iron Balloon completely erased his former reputation as physically weak.
He had now stepped into the ranks of the sea’s top talents.
Big Eater enhanced digestion, allowing rapid recovery and storage of stamina while accelerating bodily repair.
Even serious injuries could be mitigated with sufficient food intake.
It was, in essence, the ultimate endurance ability.
Innate Divine Strength granted him overwhelming power at a fundamental level.
Even when compared to the Giants, Sven’s strength remained formidable.
Iron Balloon, on the other hand, provided astonishing durability.
Take Charlotte Linlin as an example.
At the age of five, even the weapons of Giants shattered upon contact with her skin, and bullets failed to leave a single mark.
Thinking of that level of defense, Sven felt an almost uncontrollable urge to test his body immediately.
After pushing himself through twelve additional hours of intense training, Sven dragged his exhausted body back and devoured a breakfast meant for thirty people in one sitting.
As he ate, a thought surfaced.
If this continued, would he eventually push Sky Island into a food shortage?
Before arriving here, his daily consumption was already equivalent to twenty people.
One person now consumed the equivalent of thirty Skypieans.
For a place like Sky Island, where land and resources were limited, this would inevitably have consequences.
“I should find time to head to Sabaody Archipelago and exchange the gold in my system space for Devil Fruits.”
There would never be a second Brother Warhammer.
Opportunities like this, where shells could be sold for large amounts of points, were rare and temporary.
Sven had already noticed several requests on the trading platform.
Seeking purchase, 200 points for a Laser Sea Slug.
Pirates from that world, stop inflating the price.
Seeking purchase, 300 points for an Octopus Balloon.
Brother from the Pirate world, can you return the Musou Isshin to me?
Price negotiable.
Sven snorted.
“I obtained that Musou Isshin through my own effort.
Why should I return it?”
To acquire it, he had rushed all the way from Loguetown to Sky Island without hesitation.
Giving it back was out of the question.
If they had the ability, they could come and take it themselves.
Without a second thought, Sven took out an Octopus Balloon, accepted the commission, and submitted it in one smooth motion.
“Ding, congratulations on completing the commission.
You have received 300 points.
Monthly completed commissions, 9 out of 10.
Current points balance, 316.”
Sven smirked slightly.
“If only there were more people like this.”
Under normal circumstances, the listed price of the Musou Isshin, eighty eight thousand eight hundred eighty eight tons of gold, was astronomical.
Even when compared to the gold reserves of major nations, it was an absurd amount.
However, the Golden City was an exception.
Sven had once followed Gol D.
Roger there, which gave him the chance to obtain such wealth.
One could only say that he had been fortunate.
Time passed steadily.
During the integration between the Shandians and the Skypieans, occasional conflicts still arose, but they were quickly suppressed by the Thunder Cloud Guards.
Sven rarely appeared in public.
Even so, he never missed the weekly training sessions with the Thunder Cloud Guards, defeating hundreds of them with overwhelming force each time.
Because of this, the authority of the Thunder God became increasingly stable.
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Garp returned aboard his beloved dog-headed battleship and headed straight for the office of Sengoku.
The door burst open with a loud clang.
Garp strode in, picking his nose as he spoke loudly.
“Why did you call me back so urgently?
What’s going on?”
Already worn out from dealing with matters back home, Garp vented his frustration by helping himself to Sengoku’s snacks.
Sengoku suppressed his irritation and tossed a document toward him.
“After Roger’s execution, former member of the Roger Pirates, the Demon Heir Douglas Bullet, has attacked more than ten Marine outposts and destroyed numerous merchant ships belonging to allied nations.”
“The World Government has ordered the Marines to launch a Buster Call, capture Bullet, and imprison him in Impel Down.”
Garp scratched his head.
“Is he venting because Roger is gone?”
So he was not the only one who felt a sense of loss after Roger’s death.
Then Garp seemed to recall something.
“What about the rest of the Roger Pirates?
Is Bullet the only one causing trouble?”
Sengoku pulled out additional reports.
“The Pirate King’s right hand, Silvers Rayleigh, is currently coating ships at Sabaody Archipelago.
Scopper Gaban’s whereabouts are unknown.
The remaining members have been relatively quiet.”
“Beelzebub Sven attacked CP9 not long ago and abducted a World Government prisoner.”
“By the time Kizaru arrived, only the wreckage of the pirate ship remained.
Sven has been missing ever since.”
Garp’s eyes widened.
“Wreckage?
He’s dead?”
Given Sven’s reckless nature, it was hard to believe he would fall so easily.
“Most likely,” Sengoku replied.
“This Buster Call will be led by you and me.
We depart as soon as intelligence confirms Bullet’s location.”
“Fine,” Garp said without hesitation.
After Roger’s execution, Garp had indeed felt lost for a time.
But after returning to Foosha Village and spending a month there, he found a new source of amusement.
Throwing Beelzebub Sven into Impel Down.
That boy was far too troublesome, acting entirely on his own will without restraint.
For the world, someone like that could only become either a disaster or something far more unpredictable.
What Garp could not have imagined was this.
From that moment on, Beelzebub Sven vanished completely, as though he had truly died.
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