Under the pouring rain, Sven walked side by side with Dracule Mihawk through the crowded streets.
“Mihawk, is the opponent very strong?”
“In a town like this, it is easy to attract the Marines.”
Sven could not help but grumble inwardly.
You are known as the Marine Hunter, yet you are worried about attracting the Marines?
And still, even after Captain Roger had reached an agreement with the World Government before his surrender, promising that the remaining Roger Pirates would not be pursued, they continued to target him.
Just as expected.
The credibility of the World Government meant nothing.
“Damn it, just you wait.”
Before the system awakened, they hunted him relentlessly.
It was beyond unreasonable.
If they had the courage, they should go after Silvers Rayleigh.
Why cling to a mere cook?
Was this not blatant bullying?
Back in his room, Sven immediately opened the Newbie Gift Pack.
Two warm currents surged through his body, followed by a violent churning in his stomach.
Big Eater, a supreme digestive ability that allowed rapid energy absorption and storage.
Innate Divine Strength, granting him overwhelming physical power.
As the Big Eater ability took effect, a hunger he had not felt in six years returned all at once.
Without hesitation, Sven retrieved the Goro Goro no Mi from the system space.
Ignoring its disgusting taste, he devoured it completely, even the stem.
Though one bite was enough to gain its power, Sven had learned otherwise from experience and rumor.
Eating the whole fruit might improve mastery.
Electric currents burst across his body.
Sven raised his hand, watching it transform into lightning.
The lingering unease he had carried since the disbandment of the Roger Pirates vanished instantly.
Now, even if he faced an enemy he could not defeat, he could escape.
He could feel the thunderclouds above, as if a single thought would bring lightning crashing down.
“At last, I can survive on my own.”
Inside the small ten square meter room, Sven transformed into lightning, flashing from one end to the other as he tested his elemental form.
He could proudly call himself a lightning man.
After returning to normal, he used controlled currents to temper his body while exploring the functions of the World Trading Platform.
It was simple in concept.
A cross world marketplace where items could be bought with points or traded.
Items from this world could be sold directly for points, consigned for higher prices, or exchanged based on requests from users in other worlds.
Much like an auction system.
For example, Gol D.
Roger’s sword, Ace, was valued at 10,000 points by the system, while the famed blade Shusui was priced at 5,000 points.
If listed independently, higher profits were possible, though the platform would deduct a ten percent fee upon sale.
As Sven scrolled through the listings, his eyes burned with intensity.
Musou Isshin, priced at 88,888 tons of gold.
EX Calibur, priced at 10,000 points.
Several bounty posts appeared as well.
One offered 1,000 points for any Devil Fruit.
Another offered 10,000 points for the death of Kozuki Momonosuke.
Yet another demanded the death of a deserter king.
Sven clenched his fists.
That man from another world had married Raiden Makoto and dared to flaunt Musou Isshin.
“Damn it, just wait.”
His own suffering was tolerable.
The success of others was not.
They were both transmigrators, yet he had nothing.
No lineage, no power, no advantage.
Meanwhile, someone else lived like a king.
“I will buy it, even if I have to empty an entire country of gold.”
After venting his frustration, Sven tested the value of items.
He pulled out an Eternal Pose pointing to Laugh Tale.
The system offered 1,000 points.
He refused.
Instead, he stored all Eternal Poses in the system warehouse and opened the direct purchase interface.
Observation Haki required 5,000 points.
Armament Haki required 5,000 points.
Conqueror’s Haki was already unlocked.
Swordsman training experience cost 1,000 points.
Iron Balloon required 20,000 points.
“So expensive.”
Even the basics were far beyond his current reach.
Sven immediately decided to leave Loguetown soon and head toward a land rich in gold.
That pillar of gold would become his stepping stone.
A blade was a swordsman’s second life.
A divine weapon like Musou Isshin was invaluable.
As for Roger’s sword, Ace, it no longer held the same appeal.
His focus shifted entirely.
For now, he would rely on training to develop Observation Haki and Armament Haki.
Outside, the rain continued without pause.
Mihawk made no move to rush him.
Sven guessed the man simply disliked getting wet.
The small coffin boat was impractical in every sense.
Across the street, inside a weapons shop, a woman narrowed her eyes.
CP9 agent Rukia Ichijou frowned deeply.
“Why is he with Mihawk?”
With Mihawk present, acting was nearly impossible.
Calling the Marines would mean sharing credit, something she refused to do, especially for a target as insignificant as Sven.
Back in the hotel, Sven ordered enough food for twenty people and ate without restraint, drawing a rare glance from Mihawk.
“We leave after dark.”
Sven continued chewing.
“Mihawk, a man like you still worries about the Marines?”
Mihawk calmly sipped his tea.
“The one overseeing Roger’s execution was the Marine hero, Monkey D.
Garp.”
Sven felt a chill.
Garp was a man even Roger had respected as both rival and ally.
A relentless fighter who pursued his enemies with absolute determination.
Even the strongest would not make him hesitate.
“If it is Garp, then caution is necessary.”
Sven nodded.
“I will get a larger ship.”
Previously, Mihawk’s small boat had been sufficient.
Now, it was no longer practical.
Even basic needs demanded something better.
Loguetown’s port was filled with ships of all kinds due to the recent execution.
Cargo ships, private vessels, large and small, all were present.
For a pirate, taking one was only natural.