Looking in the direction of the voice, John, with his purple hair, had a flushed face.
He tilted his head back, guzzling two mouthfuls of wine.
The spilled wine dripped from his hair onto the deck, splashing into frothy blooms.
With a drunken gaze, he stared at the three little ones behind Whitebeard and let out a loud burp:
“These brats are coming aboard too?
The Rocks Pirates isn’t a kindergarten!”
“Hm?
Do you have a problem with that?”
Whitebeard didn’t tolerate John’s provocation in the slightest.
On Rocks’ ship, he had to establish his own authority.
Otherwise, these unruly fellows would cause him no end of trouble.
He raised an eyebrow, his sharp gaze sweeping over John, and slammed his Murakumogiri onto the ground.
The terrifying force made the ship tremble.
“Looks like there’s a good show to watch!”
Miss Bakkin leaned lazily against the ship, the hem of her pale purple backless minidress swaying in the sea breeze.
Her two fair legs were slightly bent, outlining an alluring curve, and her light blue eyes watched John with amusement.
The rest of Rocks’ crew also remained indifferent, quietly watching the spectacle as if it didn’t concern them, with no intention of interceding.
“Damn it…”
John was stunned by Whitebeard’s aura, his scalp tingling as if he were being watched by a predatory beast.
Cold sweat streamed down his back, instantly sobering him up quite a bit.
Only then did he realize what kind of monster he had provoked—that Whitebeard was a powerful being on par with the Captain.
How could he have been so deluded as to challenge him?
“Do you have a problem?”
Whitebeard’s deep voice resonated, and John trembled, stammering, “N-no…”
“Wororororo!
Get on board!
My dear sons!”
With that, Whitebeard burst into laughter and led the three little ones towards the Rocks Pirates ship.
As they passed, the notorious crew members scattered, unconsciously clearing a path…
“Wahahaha!
Whitebeard, welcome to the Rocks Pirates!
From now on, we are comrades!”
Rocks stood at the bow, his iconic two-toned hair fluttering in the wind.
He spread his arms, gazing at the horizon, filled with unbridled arrogance, as if he wanted to encompass the entire sea within his grasp.
“This vast ocean awaits our conquest!”
Newgate stood beside Rocks, his gaze distant, looking at the far horizon beyond the waves, lost in thought.
Actually…
[Ding!
Congratulations to the host for completing Main Quest 1.0]
[Congratulations to the host for completing Challenge Quest <2> ‘Appease Rocks’s Wrath’]
[Rewards obtained: Supreme Grade Sword Murakumogiri, System Grand Lottery Draw x5]
…
“Whitebeard?
I have a surprise for you!
Consider it a welcome gift for joining the crew!”
“Hm?”
Newgate, who had just been immersed in the system notifications, snapped back to reality.
Why was Rocks suddenly giving him a welcome gift?
“What is it?”
“You’ll know in a moment!”
Rocks rushed into the cabin, and Newgate frowned as he watched his retreating figure.
Heavy footsteps approached, and in a flash, Rocks came striding back, carrying a massive wooden crate.
“Boom!”
Rocks casually tossed the wooden crate onto the deck, making the entire ship shake.
“Open it and see!”
Newgate looked at the wooden crate, which was even longer than he was tall, his heart filled with surprise and uncertainty.
This, it couldn’t be…
As he spoke, Newgate had already opened the wooden crate—a gigantic Murakumogiri, three times the height of a normal person, was revealed before his eyes.
The hilt was thick and sturdy, the blade wider and thicker than a common Murakumogiri.
A cold gleam shimmered, subtly revealing cloud patterns, as if the flowing clouds of the sky had been forged into it.
Even before approaching, a sharp aura like an invisible blade rushed towards him.
It was indeed one of the Twelve Supreme Grade Swords—Murakumogiri!
This darn system!
Is this the so-called quest reward?
It was clearly a welcome gift from Rocks, so how could it be counted as a quest reward!
[Main quest rewards are distributed through story characters.
The host can choose to refuse.]
“I won’t refuse!”
Newgate’s face flushed with frustration.
Now was not the time to argue with the system.
He reached out and grasped the hilt of Murakumogiri, and a strange feeling surged through him, a sensation of being one with the blade.
Despite it being his first contact, he could clearly feel the power contained within the blade.
His palm gently brushed over the cloud patterns on the blade, feeling the Murakumogiri transmit a joyful tremor.
This legendary Murakumogiri had finally found its master.
He slowly raised Murakumogiri, and his white greatcoat flapped in the sea breeze.
With a gentle swing, the air was instantly torn apart.
A sharp screeching slash ripped through the calm sea, carving a bottomless chasm.
The seawater on both sides of the chasm momentarily paused, forming a canyon of water.
“Am I dreaming?
Even officers struggle to wield that Murakumogiri, but Whitebeard just picked it up!”
“What a monster!
The power of a casual strike is this strong!”
This astonishing scene made Rocks’ crew members widen their eyes, revealing expressions of disbelief.
Newgate’s lips curved slightly upwards.
From now on, Murakumogiri would become his most loyal companion, accompanying him in conquering the seas and writing legends.
“Wahahaha!
This Murakumogiri is not bad, right!
This is the famous Murakumogiri!” Rocks slapped the ship’s rail, laughing wildly, “How about that, a treasure I snatched from the Celestial Dragons!”
“Worororororo!
Very good!
I’ll take it!”
“Lads, let’s feast!
Welcome Whitebeard to the Rocks Pirates!”
“Yo!”
…The sea at night was exceptionally quiet, but the deck was brightly lit.
A huge bonfire blazed on the deck, and the fat from the roasted meat dripped onto the flames, sizzling.
Barrels of fine wine were roughly opened, and the rich aroma of wine mixed with the scent of roasted meat drifted far away on the sea breeze.
“Wahahaha, Whitebeard, let’s drink our fill tonight!”
Rocks, draped in his greatcoat, raised his wine bowl high, his boisterous laughter making the pirate flag on the mast flap vigorously.
“To conquering the world!
Cheers!”
The pirates raised their cups and reveled, wine splashing everywhere.
John directly embraced a wine barrel taller than himself and drank heartily, the spilled wine gleaming amber in the firelight.
“Bang!”
John, his face flushed, slammed the wine barrel onto the ground and slurred, hugging Silver Axe beside him:
“I…
I’ll snatch the Celestial Tribute sooner or later!”
“You?
Don’t get caught by the Marine and locked up in Impel Down!”
Silver Axe disdainfully dodged John’s arm, casually hitting his head with a gnawed meat bone.
“Get lost!
Want to duel?”
“Come on!
Who’s afraid of who!”
The two quickly began to wrestle.
The surrounding crew members not only didn’t break them up but instead gathered around, clapping and cheering.
Some even started taking bets.
“Come, come, come!
Place your bets!
John, 1 to 5!
Silver Axe, 1 to 1!”
…
“Get lost!
I’m not weaker than Silver Axe, are you looking down on me with these odds?”
John, his face bruised and swollen from the beating, cursed at the pirate running the bets, and the conflict subtly showed signs of spreading…
Miss Bakkin leaned lazily in a lounge chair, her slender fingers holding a stemmed glass, crimson wine swaying within.
She parted her red lips, taking a sip of the wine.
The noisy and chaotic banquet seemed to hold no interest for her.
Instead, she narrowed her eyes, watching the tall figure in the corner of the deck.
“He’s a truly interesting fellow.”
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